Horace, who was very cunning, had a face that was almost gloomy and was about to squeeze out water.

He never thought that his luck would be so unlucky recently.

Perhaps his good luck was spent on becoming the lord of Leiden City.

Since taking office, in addition to cleaning up the mess left by Barrs, there has been a lot of trouble now!

Not to mention anything else, the fact that the Hanging Sword's residence was washed away by blood was enough to give him a headache.

This is a bloodbath!

Not assassination!

The other party seemed to be prepared and actually picked it at this time.

He had sent someone to search, and there was no one in the entire Hanging Sword's residence.

All living people are dead.

Several bronze stairs, plus a silver stairs gold medal investigator...

Such losses were not something he could have hidden.

Besides, that's a gold medal investigator!

In the rating of the Hanging Sword, only investigators who have a higher degree of mission completion, have a stable mental state, and have the hope of hitting the golden rank can be awarded the title of Gold Investigator.

This is not just an honor, but also a signal - it means that this person is more likely to be favored by the hanging sword.

Thinking about it made Horace feel a little numb.

At the same time, he could not have imagined that anyone would dare to be so arrogant and come to massacre openly.

You know, on weekdays, Horace and his followers all rest in the city lord's mansion in the center of the city.

No matter where abnormalities occur in Leiden City, he can bring people to arrive as fast as possible.

Only today, he was first tricked by the boy from the Albert family to the city gate, and then he had to follow him to the noble cemetery, and finally he had to run here without stopping.

He felt like a doll who was being pulled randomly, jokingly, always on the road.

This person who provoked the Hanging Sword must be with Aaron and the others!

Otherwise, how could you choose today and choose to run to the resident of the Sword at this critical moment to cause trouble?

How can there be such a coincidence in the world?

So...

A trace of fierceness and sneer flashed in Horace's eyes.

Aaron, I wanted to let you go for the sake of Master Tuantivan, but since you still dare to provoke...

That really doesn't take the Sogtos family seriously.

If not?

As I said, how could there be such a coincidence in this continent?

In Leiden City, the Sogothus family said it was the same.

He thinks yes, that's it!

Even if Aaron is not a planner, he can still be a scapegoat.

This time, Horace had sufficient reasons and laws to punish Aaron.

Last time, I gave Master Tuantiwan face, but this time, I must never give it to you again!

Thinking of this, Horace couldn't help looking at Tuantivan.

However, Tuantiman looked at the distance again.

Almost at the same time, a terrifying cult aura evaporated from that direction!

Tuantivan, who was sitting in a wheelchair, remained unchanged. Andam, who was pushing the wheelchair, frowned slightly, but Horace's face turned pale.

Why are you here again?

Where did this cult aura come out?

Shouldn't the detection array of Laideng City be put into use?

Where did this come from the cultist?

With such a strong aura of cult, is this the murderer who was the blood-slaying station?

Thinking of this, Horace's face became ferocious and he greeted him, "Come with me!"

He had made a decision rushing towards the direction of the cult aura. No matter what happened, he would try his best to make Aaron bear the crime of "collusion with cultists"!

right!

That's right!

That's it!

It was Aaron who deliberately attracted his attention that gave his accomplices the opportunity and time to sneak attack the Hanging Sword Station.

Otherwise, how could he, the conscientious city lord of Laideng City, not discover or stop him?

This must be the case!

This is the truth!

Sensing the rising aura of cult, Sartre's face changed, and he shook his hand and broke free from Sorsand.

Sorsander wanted to hold him back, but was angrily thrown away by Sartre.

"Sothand, I know what I'm doing. Do I have no freedom left? He hasn't left Leiden yet!"

Sartre was too lazy to wait for Sorsand and strode towards the direction of the accident.

Sorsander narrowed his eyes slightly, and finally he could only sigh. A human face made of lines quietly appeared on his shoulders and ran with Sartre.

However, both Sartre and Sorsander knew it well.

This swelling cult aura was so strong that it was hard for them to believe that Aaron could hold on until they arrived.

Tuantivan just quietly stroked the blanket on his knees, his eyes half open and half closed, as if he was sleeping, looking at the backs of the two apprentices of the Tower of Stars, and just said vaguely: "Andham."

Andem, who had lived with the teacher for many years, naturally knew Tuantiwan's wishes, but at this time he couldn't help but dissuade him: "Teacher, your body..."

That extraordinary aura was not far away, and it was the direction the nobleman named Aaron left.

If you have mental calculation distance, you can probably figure out that most of them who leave will be hitting the bursting cult aura.

Even, maybe they activated the aura of cult...

"They took the Taling back..."

"But you also protected them, aren't you? Teacher!"

Andam held the wheelchair tightly and said stubbornly.

He knew the teacher's current physical condition, and every battle could be the end of his life.

Why did the teacher take action for the little nobleman, the so-called heir of the Iris family, or the unpretentious northerner?

"That person named Aaron has handed over the things to you, right?

The prophecy of Lord Julian Tower has come true, you did get the Taling in Leiden City, it's time for you to go back, right?

The Master Tower needs you, teacher, I don’t want you to make any mistakes at this time…”

"Andham, that's two different things."

"In my eyes, only your body is what I need to pay attention to, teacher."

Andam responded stubbornly, his tightly clenched knuckles turned white due to force, and his voice became a little aggrieved.

"Well, Andam..." Tuantiman smiled helplessly and said comfortingly, "Okay okay, then you push me back slowly, we always have to go back and rest, right?"

Andam opened his mouth, but in the end he did not respond, but was silent, dragging his heavy steps, pushing the wheelchair, and moving step by step.

Like a snail.

At this moment, Tuantivan looked at the distance and whispered: "Roscia..."
Chapter completed!