Qiulin's body was placed in the living room. No external injuries were found on his body, and his expression was calm and peaceful, as if he had just fallen asleep.

The remaining nineteen unidentified corpses were dragged into the yard and almost filled the vestibule of the small building.

There were black scratches like brush strokes on the stone floor inside and outside the courtyard gate, which were blood stains smeared on when the body was dragged.

The fat white man Fuller sat slumped on the steps, his knees and shoulders shaking constantly. Although old Schmid maintained the composure of an elder, his eyes still showed the confusion of the rest of his life.

At night, the temperature had already dropped to freezing point, and the wounds and blood on the corpse were frozen, so there shouldn't be any odor.

But every time Anna took a breath, the smell of blood that was so strong that it couldn't be dispelled hit her nostrils.

This was the second time Ms. Navarre faced a bloody killing array. It was not as brutal as the last time, but the distance was closer than the last time.

The last time was in Qingqiu.

Winters looked at Anna and didn't speak. He just told Anna with his eyes: "You don't have to stay with me."

"I'm not afraid." Anna replied softly, holding Winters' arm firmly.

The mask was lifted, the mask was removed, and the attacker's lifeless features were exposed to the firelight.

Winters looked over one by one, and all the faces were unfamiliar. He also asked the accompanying guards to take turns to identify them, but the guards had no impression of the attackers.

The search of his belongings also found nothing. Apart from personal weapons and a few coins, they only found a drum-shaped silver box and a small bunch of keys in the green-eyed man's clothes.

The key is simple in style and made of bronze. The front end is an undulating sawtooth pile, and the end is bent by filigree into a symmetrical three-petal flower.

The silver box is much more exquisite, and rhythmic mechanical sounds are constantly coming from the box. Open the buckle cover, and a silver plate protected by crystal glass comes into view.

The silver disk was evenly divided into twelve equal parts, and each equal part was divided into four small parts. A gold pointer started from the axis of the disk and pointed directly to a scale on the disk.

Winters recognized at a glance what kind of clock the silver box was, a clock that could be carried anywhere.

"Are they Oathbreaker assassins?" Winters asked Kaman pointedly.

Father Kaman sat in the corner without saying a word. His eyes were lowered and his expression was numb, as if he had not heard anything. After violently killing the enemy, Kaman's every move was like a zombie.

When Kaman didn't answer, Winters took it as acquiescence.

Winters asked again: "Do you know them?"

Kaman glanced at Winters blankly and shook his head slowly. His dry lips seemed to be stuck together. Kaman answered with difficulty: "I don't know, that person...may be the 'messenger'..."

"What is a messenger?" Winters frowned.

Kaman lowered his head and did not intend to continue talking.

Winters was silent for a moment, put his hand on Carman's shoulder, and said word by word: "I will protect you, and I will also protect Mrs. Mitchell and Scarlett."

Kaman let out a low sneer and grabbed Winters' wrist with such force that he almost crushed Winters' joints.

Kaman's other hand also grabbed Winters' lapel and pulled Winters close.

He raised his eyes, and the aura of the pious and kind-hearted priest was completely gone, only the desperate look of a beast caught in a trap: "Stop talking nonsense! Winters Montagne! You can't protect anyone!"

Winters looked directly at Kaman without flinching: "Trust me."

Kaman and Winters looked at each other for a moment, then suddenly let go of their hands and sat down with their backs against the stone wall.

The personal nun followed Anna's request, holding all the thick cloaks and blankets she could find, and hurriedly ran out of the stone building.

Anna took the blanket and cloak and distributed them in an orderly manner to Fuller, Old Man Schmid, and the accompanying guards who hurried out.

Anna personally took a thick blanket and put it on Father Carman, then held Carman's hand and said some words of comfort, hoping that Carman would return to a warm place in the house.

But Kaman just lowered his head and remained silent.

Anna asked Winters with her eyes: "What's wrong?"

Winters picked up Anna and said, "Let him stay alone for a while." After taking a few steps, Winters explained: "He is afraid of the Oathbreakers."

Anna nodded in understanding.

"I will protect you too." Winters said to Anna.

"I know." Anna silently held Winters' hand and asked softly: "What about Mr. Fuller and Mr. Schmid?"

"Wait until Colonel Berne arrives and let the colonel decide how to deal with them." Winters looked at the reconnaissance cavalry sent in the direction of the old city that had not yet returned, and said: "Even if they want to leave, I'm afraid the road is not safe."

"Then please, Mr. Fuller and Mr. Schmid, please go to the side hall to rest first?"

Winters thought for a while and called Koch to his side: "Please ask Mr. Schmid and Mr. Fuller to also screen and look for any faces they recognize."

Koch received the order and walked towards Fuller and Schmid holding the saber. Old Schmid stood up with his knees in cooperation, while Fuller looked frightened and resistant, waving his hands repeatedly.

The part-time coroner of Steel Castle Court lives in the Old Town and cannot be counted on tonight.

The kitchen became a makeshift autopsy room, and Winters examined the body himself by remembering the autopsy report from Hailan Customs.

According to Winters' request, the four masked men were carried into the kitchen first.

The fatal injuries to the masked men were all on their necks, and everyone's Adam's apple was dented. Kaman immediately deprived them of their ability to speak, and then killed them cleanly.

The muscles of the masked people are not very developed, and their pampered posture shows that they do not make a living from physical labor. Their palms are delicate and there are no traces of training with weapons or fighting.

Combining the few words of the green eyes and the reaction of receiving the magic, Winters can almost conclude that the masked man is the court mage raised by the Oathbreaker.

But that's all.

Wearing iron masks, they may be court mages. After taking off the iron masks, they are just complete or incomplete corpses. No matter what secrets they know, they can no longer be dug out.

But Winters couldn't blame Kaman, because if Kaman had hesitated at all when he took action, he might be the one lying on the cold stone slab at this moment.

Capture the caster?

It's a problem with no solution at all.

After quickly examining the bodies of the four masked men, "Green Eyes" was carried into the kitchen.

After cutting open the coat with frozen green eyes, Winters wrinkled his nose and asked Balian, "Do you smell anything?"

Temporary autopsy assistant Balian sniffed the air: "The smell of perfume?"

Winters didn't speak. He leaned close to the green-eyed clothes and fanned them gently. After a moment, he slowly straightened up and his face became cold.

"It's not perfume," Winters said with conviction, "It's incense... Go find Ms. Navarre."

Anna was invited into the kitchen.

Winters pulled up the simple curtain in advance to prevent Anna from seeing the body on the long table. He handed Anna a piece of cloth cut from a green-eyed shirt: "Do you still remember this scent?"

Anna sniffed a few times: "Amber fragrance? The last time I smelled it was for human use..."
Chapter completed!