Chapter 629
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"They died in the room?" Rookland West suspected that he was hallucinating and frowned. "Say it again. Who died?"
"My Lord, it's Mr. Prana and the 'Lord'. They are dead." The heavy armored knight glanced at him and said in a careful tone.
Suddenly, he suspected that the armored knight in front of him was messing with him. If Prana was dead, he could accept it. But how could that 'lord', a master who was even stronger than the Great Light King, die here? Who in the entire outer wall could kill him?
Was it someone from the inner wall? Such a thought flashed in his mind. He looked at the armored knight: "Are you sure?"
"Absolutely!" The armored knight bowed his head.
Rookland's face changed as he got up: "Take me to see."
The armored knight got up and led the way.
A moment later, the two of them arrived at Room 108 in the underground passage. At this moment, the underground world had been sealed off, and Rukland West's Secret Army was guarding the various passes. Rookland's heart sank as he opened the door to the room. He smelled the smell of blood and the sound of sobbing. He looked up and saw several of his men standing in the room to protect the scene.
There were two corpses lying on the floor. They were Prana and the personal attendant of the 'Lord'.
His expression changed slightly as he asked in a deep voice, "Where is his corpse?"
"My Lord, here." A middle-aged man with a scar on his face whispered.
Ruklan Stedor hoped to hear the word 'no' from his mouth, but when he saw the direction he was pointing in, his heart turned completely cold. On the other side of the bed, there was a large amount of blood and messy minced flesh. In addition, there were severed arms. It was like a slaughterhouse. He slowly walked over and immediately saw a mutilated body lying on the ground. Only the clothes were recognizable to him. Even the face had been cut so badly that it was completely indistinguishable.
Even if he was experienced and had witnessed hundreds of crimes committed by the evil people of the dark church, he was still disgusted by this scene. He wanted to vomit. It couldn't be said that there was a corpse on the ground. It was a pile of flesh and blood. Moreover, it was obviously destroyed by someone. It was hard to imagine how much pain and fear the deceased must have suffered before their death. It was hard to imagine how much despair and pain they must have felt!
He took a deep breath and felt the stench of blood flowing in his chest, making him nauseous.
He raised his hand to pinch his chin and cover his nose. He slowly turned around, his mind spinning. Judging from the clothes and the mechanical watch on the wrist, the deceased was undoubtedly His Excellency! However, who was the person who could kill that lord?
There must be unimaginable hatred to kill him in such a cruel way. Could it be that his enemies from the inner wall have come to find him? Will his enemies vent their anger on me?
Thinking of this, he felt a chill run down his spine. He suddenly felt that his surroundings were filled with danger, filled with invisible arrows, knives, and spears.
"He deserved to die!" Rookland West took a deep breath as he glanced at the people around him: "How long has he been dead? How did the murderer sneak into our Rukland family and assassinate him? "
The people around him looked at each other but couldn't answer.
But they knew that the master suspected that there was a mole in the family.
Rookland West slowly glanced at the expressions of the people around him. His eyes shifted to the shivering children on the bed. He naturally didn't suspect that there was a mole among his men. How could a person who could kill the 'Lord' need a mole? He was just worried that the person hadn't left but was still mixed in with his team of knights.
"Have you been here all this time?" Rookland West asked the children.
He had long been aware of the 'Lord's' special hobbies. He had ordered people to find these children for him.
The children looked at him with their black and white eyes. Their faces were full of fear.
Rookland West frowned slightly and turned around. "These children are witnesses. They must have seen the entire process of the murderer's crime. Take them away and interrogate them about the murderer's appearance. Remember, don't scare them anymore. Otherwise, they'll have a mental breakdown and nothing will come out of them."
"Yes." The middle-aged man nodded.
"In addition." Rookland West continued: "Don't spread this matter out. You will be responsible for half a word!"
"Yes." Several people replied in unison.
"Father!" At this time, an urgent voice came from outside. A youth with brown hair quickly ran in.
Rookland West frowned as he looked at his son's brown hair: "What's the matter?"
The youth replied: "Father, I found two witnesses. They should know some clues."
"Oh?" Rookland West's eyes lit up as he said: "Bring them here."
The youth immediately said, "Father, I've already interrogated them. The two of them told me what happened. According to the time of the crime, when it happened, they happened to pass by outside and were about to go out to gamble. In the end, they met a person in the corridor. That person's face was covered in blood and it scared the two of them, but they didn't think much about it. They thought that the person had played with one of the slaves and went overboard. Later on, they found out that an important person had died here, so they associated it with that person. Then they told this matter to their good friend, the guard, and the guard told me."
Rookland West was startled and immediately said, "You mean, they bumped into the murderer in the corridor?"
"Yes." The youth said: "At that time the murderer was in a hurry and bumped into them. That's how they noticed the murderer's face."
Rookland West immediately said: "Immediately find a painter and cooperate with them. Draw the murderer's face and publish it on the wanted list of the dark church. Let the dark church find the murderer for us."
The youth respectfully replied: "Father, I have found a painter to draw the murderer's portrait. I will immediately send it to my elder brother. He has a lot of connections. I will ask him to publish it on the dark church's list."
Rookland West didn't expect the son he disliked the most to be so efficient. He had looked down on him in the past. He immediately said, "Let me have a look first."
The youth respectfully handed it over.
Rookland West opened the portrait. It was an extremely lifelike sketch. He looked at it and suddenly felt that this person was somewhat familiar. After looking at it carefully for a moment, he suddenly thought of someone.
"Riley? The long lost swordsman? "There was a trace of surprise in Rookland West's eyes. He carefully looked at the portrait and felt that it was very similar. However, this portrait was somewhat different from the one he had seen. It should be the difference between the two eyewitnesses and the painter's understanding.
"Is it just a person who looks similar? Riley? How could it be him? How could he kill him? Riley was the Pope's favorite knight. His disappearance has always been a mystery. Did the Pope deliberately arrange all of this? Did he secretly send him to the inner wall for further study? " Rookland West's heart was a bit scared. The Pope had the authority to enter the inner wall. It shouldn't be difficult for him to send someone to the inner wall!
If that was the case then wasn't the disappearance of the Pope a part of the Pope's plan?
Moreover the most important thing was why did the Pope send him to assassinate the elder?
Was it because he was aware of the forces that he was secretly operating and was ready to deal with him?
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