"What? You said that the pharmacist girl had already left Ebranro at night?"

At Elin Castle, Overled sat upright in the warm study, put down the quill that was reviewing documents in his hand. He raised his head and looked at Groann not far away, with a slightly surprised expression.

"Yes, according to my investigation over the past two days, the pharmacist told the maid that there was something to go to the alchemy workshop that night, but in fact she went to the mercenary association. After hiring a mercenary team, she quickly left Ebranro." Groan lowered his head and said anxiously.

"Who was the one who was in charge of guarding the Ebranro gate that night?" Overled asked, knocking on the desk.

"Juliers! Jean Juliers!" Gloandor.

"So it was him?" Overled seemed to be familiar with the name, frowned slightly between his eyebrows, and after a moment, he said, "What is the reason why Juliers violated military discipline and let them go out of the city?"

"According to my subordinates' understanding, most of the mercenary team hired by Miss Pharmacist that night were friends who had a deep friendship with Juliers, and Juliers opened the city gate and let them go privately because of his old love." Groan said truthfully.

"What about Juliers now?" Overled.

"The people from the Military Law Department have arrested him, and he confessed to his malfeasance!" Gloandor.

"I will convey my order to the people of the Military Law Department later. Juliers will be demoted and transferred to the stormtrooper of the Second Knights. No other matters need to be investigated." Overled.

Juliers is finished.

After hearing what Overled said, Groan couldn't help but sigh. The stormtroopers of the Second Knights have always been the most casualties, because the stormtroopers often shoulder the most difficult combat tasks on the battlefield. Every war, the members of the stormtroopers will be sharply reduced. Veterans familiar with this field know that most of the people in the stormtroopers are those who have committed serious military discipline and made meritorious contributions. Once transferred to the stormtroopers, they also represent the future and the end of their lives.

"Mr. Overled, do we need to send someone to recover the pharmacist lady?"

Groan asked after calming down.

"No, even if we send people now, we can't catch them." Overled shook his head and said. "This matter has come to an end for the time being, you can step back."

"Affect the order."

Groan was still a little confused when he left Elin Castle. A few days ago, Overrede suddenly ordered him to "invit" one of Xialan's female companions, the little pharmacist girl, to Elin Castle. Although he was not clear about Overrede's thoughts, the cautious word "invitation" in his order made people feel a little panic.

What exactly does Lord Overled want to do? Is he planning to offend the powerful Lord Xia Lan?

Groan knew Xia Lan's power well. The sword that the opponent killed Devite still made him unforgettable. Devite's miserable situation sometimes appeared in front of him. In the immersive situation, it seemed as if the dead person would become himself.

...

Overled walked in the corridor carved in the castle with exquisite patterns. The swaying fire of the candlestick embedded in the wall illuminated the darkness until he came to a door and politely knocked on the door. However, without waiting for the room to respond, he directly held the door handle and opened the door.

An elegant and beautiful back appeared in her sight. She stood at the windowsill and looked into the distance. As the footsteps of Overled became closer, she turned around and looked at the other person with a hint of vigilance in her eyes.

"Gui'an! My dear fiancée Miss."

A gentle smile appeared on his face, Overled stopped and politely saluted.

Pandillia snorted coldly without answering.

“Are you still doing well these days?”

Overled greeted as if he cared.

"Do you think it's good to be a prisoner?" Pandillia said sarcastically.

"Prisoner? No, no. You are my most noble fiancee in the future. The servants in the castle will not be disrespectful to you as the prison guards in the prison." Overled smiled.

"What are you doing?"

Pandilia was too lazy to talk nonsense with the other party and said simply.

"I came here to tell you something to be at ease." Overled said lightly.

Pandilia frowned and said nothing. The vigilance in her eyes became more and more cautious.

"The little pharmacist who lives with you hurriedly fled Ebranro at night when I invited you to Ailing Castle."

Overled walked, walked to the tea table and pulled a chair and sat down.

"Is that true?" Pandillia said calmly.

"I still underestimate you." After holding the tea cup that Pandelia used on the tea table, looking at the golden tea in the tea cup, Overreud smiled and drank it all over. "If it weren't for the warning you left secretly, the little girl wouldn't have noticed it at all, right?"

Pandillia couldn't help feeling disgusted as she looked at the other person's actions.

"Haha... Maybe you should underestimate me." Pandillia sneered.

"Oh? From what you mean, is that little pharmacist hiding something? As far as I know, she is just a talented pharmacist who is addicted to drug research experiments." Overled seemed a little surprised.

"Since she is a genius, how can you, a mortal, understand?" Pandillia mocked.

"I heard a slight scent of relaxation from your words." Overled put down the teacup and said calmly, "But don't forget that maybe she saw only one dead person when she rushed to Cantland."

"He won't die."

Similar conversation scenes seem to be back to the previous few days.

"Do you know? Baisize once pierced Drank's chest with a sword on the battlefield, and his injuries would take at least three months to recover. Do you think such a seriously injured person can escape our secret assassination?" Overled smiled faintly.

"He won't die!" Pandillia repeated again, her tone even more firm!

"Let's wait and see, at least I will tell you the result of the assassination as soon as possible."

Overled stood up and walked slowly to Pandelia, looking at the petite person in front of him, condescendingly: "If he dies, our wedding will be held immediately. If he is not... I will wait here for him to come and die!"

Pandilia stared at the other party coldly and said without giving in: "Be careful to play with fire and burn yourself!"

Playing with fire and burning himself? Overled seemed to recall the old guy who had said this to him in his mind. He suddenly burst into laughter and turned around and left Pandillia's room.

Looking at the figure of Overled leaving and disappearing, Pandillia's spirit of persistence suddenly became depressed.

Why is he not afraid after offending a strong man? Where does his confidence come from?
Chapter completed!