"So, the ones who tried to assassinate Earl Oman last night were the dwarves?"
Joyce's childish voice echoed in the meeting hall of the Lion's Roar Castle.
The captain of the House of Saint Hilde's guards, Knight Chester, replied respectfully, "Young Master, there was indeed a dwarf warrior who fought with me last night, but … I don't think it was this corpse."
"Why?"
Faced with Joyce's stupid question, Knight Chester had no choice but to patiently explain.
"Young Master, to be able to fight with me without losing, the other party was at least a fifth-grade warrior. How could a fifth-grade warrior be crushed to death by a collapsed warehouse?"
"Oh …" Joyce nodded. Then, he had a flash of inspiration and asked, "What about a fourth-grade warrior?"
"I don't think so."
Joyce's eyes lit up when he heard this answer. It was as if he had discovered something incredible.
"So, as a fourth-grade knight, Thomas shouldn't have been crushed to death by the ceiling of the church, right? He must have died in the confessional before that, right? "
"Ahem … That's possible …" Knight Chester was a little embarrassed.
For a moment, he didn't know whether to praise Joyce for being smart or call him stupid.
Helpless, he could only look at Butler Durrington. He was probably saying, "Don't make me clean up your mess …"
"Then we should examine the body of Knight Thomas and find out what the cause of his death was!" Joyce, the clever one, exclaimed.
Just as he was about to explain himself, he saw a tall figure walking in through the door. "You're right. You're right. You're right. You're right.
Then, Archbishop Akhani's languid and bewitching voice sounded.
"Young Master Joyce, Knight Thomas was indeed crushed to death. A huge rock with a sharp edge happened to fall on his head, resulting in this misfortune."
"Sister Ajani!" Joisse immediately jumped down from his seat and held Ajani's hand affectionately.
Seeing this, the Knight of Chester frowned.
In fact, the captain of the House of Saint Hilde was well aware of the current power struggle in the Lion's Roar Castle. However, he did not have any bias. Whether it was Joyce or Vera inheriting the title of Duke, he did not have any opinion.
But now, looking at Joyce who was trying to please Ajani, Knight Chester felt a sense of disgust rise from the bottom of his heart.
How could the Dukes Of The North be people who would wag their tails and act cute in front of the Church?
At this moment, Joisse was indeed like a puppy trying to please its owner in front of Ajani. He had originally suspected that there was something fishy about Knight Thomas' death, but after Ajani's explanation, he completely believed that Thomas had been killed by the collapsing ceiling of the church.
As for why the ceiling of the church suddenly collapsed, well, of course, it was caused by a lightning strike.
Knight Chester, who had always been neutral, was speechless at how easy it was to pass the test.
However, when he saw Earl Oman's head, he sneered in his heart. Vera's people were not simple either. There would be a good show to watch next.
"Young Master Joyce, the most important thing now is to appoint a new Commander of the City Defense Army. In addition, the Oman Family's army also needs a new commander so that it will not cause chaos."
Joyce certainly would not refuse Ajani's suggestion. He nodded and said, "Okay! Archbishop, do you have any suggestions for the Commander of the City Defense Army? "
Ajani smiled gently and shook her head. "The secular world belongs to the Lord, and the faith belongs to the Gods. Young Master Joyce, the appointment of the Commander of the City Defense Army is not up to me to decide. "
Well, you have some shame.
Knight Chester secretly cursed.
However, he also knew that Ajani was just pretending to refuse. The real candidate must have been discussed long ago. How could she rely on a ten-year-old child like Joyce to make the decision?
Sure enough, Joyce could not make up his mind at all. He turned to Butler Durden and asked, "Durden, who do you think is more suitable?"
The old butler smiled reservedly and suggested, "Young Master, I think Knight Louis is a good choice. He is the deputy commander of the Golden Lion Legion and has experience in leading troops. He is also brave in battle and loyal to the House of Saint Hilde. He will definitely be a qualified Commander of the City Defense Army. "
Joyce did not think much and immediately nodded. "Okay, then let Knight Louis take over the City Defense Army."
Knight Louis stepped forward and knelt down on one knee in front of Joisse, saying loudly,
"Thank you for your trust, Young Master Joyce!"
Immediately, Butler Durrington drafted a letter of appointment and handed it to Joyce.
Joyce signed it excitedly, as if he had really become one of the Dukes Of The North at this moment.
This feeling of being able to dictate the fate of others made Joyce feel a strange emotion. Perhaps he did not understand what it was called, but he was already uncontrollably addicted to it.
Joyce suddenly understood why his father was always busy but never complained. In fact, he even enjoyed it. He used to be glad that he wasn't his father's eldest son, so he didn't have to worry about these tedious government affairs in the future.
But now, he could finally understand his father's happiness.
After signing the letter of appointment and handing it to Knight Louis, Joyce looked around with his head held high, enjoying the feeling of being the focus of everyone's attention.
Especially Archbishop Ajani's gaze, which was as cold as water but hid a surging charm. Joyce could no longer suppress the possessiveness in his heart. He really wanted to ask the butler if it was necessary to wait until after the coming-of-age ceremony to get married …
"Young Master? Young Master? "
"Yes? What's wrong? "
Joyce was awakened by the butler's call and hurriedly retracted his greedy gaze from Ajani with a guilty conscience.
However, the youth's adoration was already seen by everyone present. Some were happy to see it, while others frowned.
"Count Oman has unfortunately been murdered. We have to catch the culprit as soon as possible. Of course, more importantly, we have to appease the soldiers of the Oman family in the city," Butler Durrington suggested again.
"Oman family …" Joyce muttered to himself for a moment before looking around the meeting hall. "Why don't I see Viscounts Valla?"
Butler Durrington immediately explained, "I have already sent someone to inform Viscounts Valla of the Count's death, and have also invited the Viscounts to the meeting hall for a discussion. But for some reason, he has yet to appear."
"Are you injured and unable to come?" Joisse asked.
Knight Chester replied, "Young Master, Viscounts Valla was indeed injured in last night's attack, but from what I can see, his injuries are not serious."
"Then send someone to hurry him!" Joyce's face began to show impatience, as if his authority was being challenged.
"Yes!" Butler Durrington immediately replied and sent someone to inform Viscounts Valla.
Joyce spoke again, "Then what about Count Oman's murderer? Knight Chester, you said that the dwarf's corpse that was found together with Count Oman's head isn't the murderer? "
"I don't think so." Knight Chester explained patiently, "As I said, the one I fought was a grade five dwarf warrior. He couldn't have been killed by a collapsed warehouse. The dwarf's corpse we found should only be a scapegoat.
Furthermore, we only found Count Oman's head, but the rest of his body is missing. I'm guessing that the real murderer took it away. "
"Then why did the murderer take Count Oman's body and leave only his head behind?" Joyce asked curiously.
"I'm guessing that he wanted to hide something."
"Hide what?" Joyce looked like he wouldn't give up until he got to the bottom of this.
Knight Chester felt a headache coming on.
From his point of view, Joyce was acting like a typical child, constantly asking about unimportant things while ignoring the important ones.
Fortunately, Archbishop Akani spoke up and brought the topic back on track, "Young Master Joyce, the reason why the murderer took Count Oman's body isn't the main point. What we should be more concerned about is who planned the assassination of Count Oman. "
Joyce nodded, "Then what do you think, Archbishop?"
Akani looked at Knight Chester and asked, "Knight Chester, you said that there were three assassins last night: a large blue armored man, a short red armored man, and a strange man with huge wings?"
"Yes."
Akani's eyes flashed, and she suddenly laughed, "It's not easy to guess the identities of those two armored men, but it's not the first time people with wings have appeared."
"Is that so?" Joyce asked curiously, "Can people really grow wings?"
Seeing that Joyce's focus had shifted again, Akani smiled faintly and pulled the topic back.
"I'm not sure about that either. However, I know that during the coup in Silverymoon City last year, a 'Winged Knight' appeared. It's said to be a knight with huge wings. It should be the same person who appeared in Lion's Roar Castle this time. "
"Winged Knight?" Joyce's eyes flashed with yearning, and he asked anxiously, "Then do you know his true identity, Archbishop?"
Archbishop Akani did not speak, but turned to look at the door of the conference hall.
There, a valiant figure appeared.
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