Mag put down his bowl of rice, and smiled at Amy as he said, "Amy, if you're done eating, take Ugly Duckling upstairs to play for a while. Take it upstairs for dinner tonight. That little plate in the room outside is its food for tonight."
"Did Father prepare it for me?" Amy's eyes lit up.
"Yes." Meg nodded.
"Okay!" Amy nodded happily before licking her empty braised chicken casserole bowl. She then picked up Ugly Duckling from the counter and carried it upstairs as she said, "Ugly Duckling, it looks like you won't be able to eat the super delicious braised chicken for lunch today. Let's go see what Father has prepared for you."
Meg followed Amy to the corner of the counter, then looked up at Bazzle. He stood up and nodded. "You're here."
"You should know why we're here." Bazeer's sharp gaze was like that of an eagle's as he stared into Mag's eyes.
For a person to be able to eat so calmly after killing someone without showing any fear, there was only one possibility — — he had killed many people.
Bazzle had been a member of the Gray Temple for 20 years, and had caught many murderers with his own hands. However, none of them could be as calm as Meg. There was no fear, nor was there any perverted excitement. He was so calm that it was as if he had just done something insignificant.
Mag glanced at the silver embroidery of the word "patrol" on Bazeer's chest. The patrol team that patrolled the Aden Square arrived first, and they looked into Bazeer's eyes without any intention of avoiding his gaze. He nodded, and said, "This happened in my restaurant, so I'll cooperate with the Gray Temple's investigation."
As the governing body of Chaos City, the Gray Temple had the patrol department, the garrison department, and the city inspector department. They were responsible for daily security, food, city defense, and punishment.
Their uniforms were similar to those of the Imperial Secret Service. They were grey robes, black pants, and no fancy flying fish. There were only four magic balls with comet-like tails on their backs that formed a ring. That was the symbol of the Gray Temple.
The words embroidered on their chests indicated which department they belonged to. They wore black leather boots, and had standard longswords at their waists. The magic casters wore gray robes, and there was no requirement for wands.
Barzel nodded, and looked at Mag with a serious expression as he said, "The victim was a knight, so this incident has been upgraded to a 3rd-tier one. I hope you can tell us the truth about what happened. Everything you say will be recorded, and it will be used as an addendum."
"As you can see, the restaurant was closed for the day. My employees and my daughter and I were eating in the locked restaurant. In the middle of the meal, someone smashed the restaurant's door with a sword and a magic caster. A sword-wielding criminal and a magic caster rushed into the restaurant, and while they were smashing the restaurant, they threatened my and my safety.
My daughter, Amy, cast two magic fireballs in self-defense, and knocked them out of the restaurant. Then, she discovered that the two criminal leaders were trying to use the carriage to attack the restaurant. In a moment of fear, she also threw a fireball at them. "Meg pointed at the door, and nodded." That's what happened. "
"Murder is not a small matter in Chaos City." Barzel's eyes narrowed slightly upon hearing this. Mag's explanation was very concise, but he was able to explain the entire situation in a very clear and organized manner. In just a few simple sentences, he was able to shift the blame from him to that little girl.
He didn't comment on the power of the fireball, but the fatal injury of the guy who died at the door was not caused by the fireball. Meg didn't mention that chopstick at all. That kind of excuse wouldn't get through.
"What's the big deal about killing a person?" A hoarse voice sounded from outside the door.
"Big deal! That's nothing! "A despicable voice yelled out smugly.
"How dare you! Who … "an inspector shouted with a stern face. He turned around and saw Julian standing at the door with a birdcage. His expression changed, and he swallowed the rest of his words. Bazzle had repeatedly warned him not to provoke this hunchback.
"Who's the big deal?" Charcoal poked his head out of the birdcage, and glared at the inspector provocatively.
"I … I …" The inspector looked at the featherless black crow, and was so angry that he gripped the longsword at his waist. However, he didn't dare to pull it out when he thought of the Frost Dragon dancing in the sky.
"Good that I know it's you." Charcoal retracted his head with satisfaction.
"Murder is a big deal in Chaos City. This is the rule of the Gray Temple," Bazzle said seriously. Bazeer turned to Urien with a serious expression. He was only a 5th-tier knight, but he had no intention of backing down. The rules of the Gray Temple were unquestionable in Chaos City.
"You can let Rolan say that to me. I'm an old man, and I hate rules the most in my life. If you want to bind me with rules, I'll be interested in destroying them." Julian's smile became more and more cruel, and the air seemed to become colder all of a sudden.
Bazzle's expression changed slightly, but he had already gripped the longsword at his waist. He wasn't afraid of sacrifice and death in order to protect the Gray Temple and the honor of the knights.
"The lord asked me to send his regards to you, Master Julian. He said that he'd like to have a cup of tea with you after he's done with the Gray Temple." Right at this moment, Brandli's panting voice sounded, and he quickly walked in between Bazzle and Julian. He looked at Julian with a smile, and waved his hand behind his back, indicating for Bazzle to step back.
"You're going to be very busy this year, aren't you?" Julian said with a mocking smile.
"There are indeed a lot of things to do in the Gray Temple recently, but no matter how busy I am, I'm sure it'll be over soon. What brings you here?" A drop of sweat slid down Brandli's cheek, and his smile was a little forced. What the hell was going on? He was already an old man, and he had to deal with this every day. He had thought that he would come to the Aden Square for a meal with Julian since he didn't have anything to do today, but who would have thought that something would happen to Amy's?
Thankfully, he had arrived just in time. Julian's temper was notoriously unpredictable, and if he were to suddenly fly into a rage, a single spell would be enough to kill everyone here.
"Oh, it's nothing. I just heard that someone was trying to kill my dear disciple, so I came to see who it was. If he's still alive, I'll give him the final blow." Julian shook his head with a cold smile, and his voice was so cold that it could freeze one's bones.
Bazzle and the others all took a step back reflexively, and their expressions changed slightly. They suddenly had a feeling that if it had been Julian who had attacked Amy, the four people outside would have all been dead by now.
"Little Amy is such a prodigy, so it's only natural that someone would try to kill her." Brandli suddenly understood why Julian was so angry. Monkey had just told him that someone had died at Amy's, and it turned out that the boss's daughter had something to do with it.
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