When they arrived at the Sheep Tavern, they quickly found out the exact location of Maans' residence.
"I'll go in and check out the situation first. You guys go in from the front door. Summer, keep an eye on Lightning and Maggie. Don't let them in," Nightingale ordered. She then spread out the Mist and disappeared in front of everyone. In the world of black and white, the lines that formed the contours of all things twisted. She easily found a non-existent gap in the wall and jumped through it.
The furnishings in the house were very simple, not much better than Shovel's house. It seemed that Maans had been living a hard life ever since he lost his job as a patrol member. Everything within her field of vision was clear, which proved that there were no annoying God's Stones of Retaliation nearby. Nightingale quickly found her target in the bedroom – a man was curled up in bed, snoring loudly. His coat cuffs were still stained with blood, hanging around the bed.
Nightingale returned to the living room and opened the door. The police swarmed in and pinned Maans, who had just woken up, down on the bed and tied him up.
"Who, who are you... Let me go!" he shouted in horror.
"You're under arrest for multiple murders, Maans!" Rennes stepped forward and slapped him twice to silence him instantly. "How dare you go against His Highness. Hanging you at the city gate would be too easy for you!"
"I... I didn't..."
"Didn't?" The Earl of the Elk Family changed the slaps to fists. With two muffled sounds, Maans opened his mouth in pain. His mouth was full of blood, and one of his front teeth was missing. "We saw your murder last night. What else do you have to say? You used Dreamland Water to stun Shovel. You didn't want the blood to splash on you. You hung him first and then cut his throat. You're pretty good! "
"..." Maans' eyes were filled with disbelief and deep fear.
"Killing the Rats in charge of the declaration and drawing the crossed crown with blood... Whose idea was that?" Nightingale picked up a glass bottle from the bedside table, which was half filled with a light blue liquid. "Dreamland Water isn't cheap, and after the Rats have been wiped out, it won't be easy to buy this kind of thing again.
"I …"
"If you tell me the truth, you might be able to live." Rennes clenched his fist. "Otherwise, I'll let you taste the wrath of a noble."
Nightingale did not stop him, even though she knew Earl Elk was lying. As His Royal Highness had said, the safety of the territory was the most important, and those who destroyed it should be taught a lesson.
While Maans was still hesitating, the fist landed on his body again.
This time, it was the abdomen and ribs. Rennes, who had gone through the Knight's training, was very precise in his control of strength. He could inflict unbearable pain on the target without inflicting fatal damage.
"I was wrong, I was wrong, my lord, please let me go! It was a … a fellow from the inner city who told me to do this! Every time I killed a person, he would give me four Golden Dragons as a reward. He also said that this way, the people would resent the police and think that the black-uniformed police were unable to protect everyone, and that the patrol team could be rebuilt! "
Maans broke down. He was not a strong-willed man, or rather, a strong-willed man would never serve as a patrol member who robbed others, nor would he take four lives for a few Golden Dragons. Nightingale thought that perhaps before he did this, he would never have thought that he would be targeted by the Ministry of Justice so quickly, let alone that someone could find him in a big city with a population of 20,000 in just four days.
He wept bitterly as he explained the whole story, blood and snot all over his collar.
"I don't know how he found me. The first time we met was in a tavern. He gave me this bottle of Dreamland Water and said that as long as I did what he said, I could get a lot of money. I had no savings at that time, and the police didn't accept my application. I hated him, so … so I did it. "
"The police will never accept a scum like you," Rennes spat.
"Do you know his name or identity?" Nightingale asked.
"I … don't know."
"You're lying."
"I really don't know!"
Nightingale looked at Rene, and the latter immediately understood. He raised his hand and punched a few more times. "This lady is a witch, and her ability is to distinguish lies. Lying in front of her, I think you must be tired of living! Don't test our patience! "
"No, my lord, I'm just … just not sure," Maans screamed. "Because he never told me his name or identity!"
"What do you mean by not sure?"
"I also wondered why he was so generous. He didn't look like a noble. Two days ago, he came in a hurry, and his clothes were a little strange, like a coat on top of a coat." He gasped. "And the coat seemed to be a uniform. I also saw a petal-shaped emblem on his collar."
"A petal-shaped emblem?" Nightingale and Rennes looked at each other. "The emblem of the Honeysuckle Family?"
"That's why I'm not sure. Everyone knows that the Hull family is the lord's supporter. How could they secretly oppose Lord Wimbledon?" Maans lowered his head and said.
"Pérot is definitely not that kind of person. Someone else must be playing tricks," Rennes said with certainty. "Anyway, they meet every day. Why don't we set a trap and let that guy come in?"
It seemed that this was the only way. Instead of making wild guesses, it was better to capture Maans when he "asked for payment". Then everything would be clear. Nightingale nodded, but in her heart, she felt that she had overlooked something.
"Maans didn't lie, and all the information was true. What's wrong?"
"Sister Nightingale, are you done yet?" Lightning shouted outside the door.
"The meeting is almost over, coo. We have to go back, coo!"
Considering that the arrest would inevitably be violent, she deliberately asked the three of them to stay outside. Hearing the word "meeting" from Maggie, Nightingale's mind went blank.
"Wait! His Highness is having a meeting with the nobles in the hall to discuss the establishment of the new City hall!
This meant that he did not have any guards with him, and the closest one was also outside the hall.
If this person was really a member of the Honeysuckle Family, he could certainly enter the castle and the hall on the first floor without any hindrance. However, he definitely could not set foot on the second and third floor, which belonged to His Highness, and she was not with His Highness Roland!
"Lightning!" Nightingale no longer cared about the Earl of Elk and Maans. She rushed out of the house, grabbed Lightning's shoulder, and shouted, "Take me back to the castle. His Highness may be in danger!"
"Ah? Okay … hold on to me. "Although the latter was extremely surprised, she did not ask any more questions. Instead, she directly carried Nightingale on her back and flew straight to the Castle District. When carrying a heavy load, Lightning's altitude would be greatly reduced, but she could still maintain a speed of about 100 kilometers per hour. Flying above the street, it would only take her half a minute to reach the destination.
Nightingale hoped that she was overthinking, but the more she thought about it, the more frightened she became. The murders started three days ago, which happened to be the day when Pérot's letter for help arrived in the Border Area. If the real purpose of the murderer was to use these cases to attract everyone's attention and lead her away from Roland, it would be terrible.
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