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Chapter 922 Chapter 153. Ancestor's Raincoat
The warden spoke first, still cold and low: "You don't know?"

"How would I know if I wasn't the murderer?"

"In the evening, three envoys from the Kingdom of Rekanel were found dead in the embassy."

"You mean three people? Including Cynthia and... and..." Annan forgot the young prince's name.

"Arnock."

"Are they all dead?"

"You sent people to assassinate, don't you know how many people were killed?" The warden snorted coldly.

Annan glanced at the warden who was playing the villain: "It's no use for you to test me. Assassination is such a low-level method. It's not my style."

And it's too cruel, Cynthia is innocent... It's not because Annan is a warlock, she is a woman, so she is innocent, but Cynthia is obviously very close to Princess Saiers...

I don’t know if Princess Sayles knew about this.

"But maybe it's your men? Your city is full of remnants of the North, and most of them have a blood feud with the Kingdom of Rekhaner."

"You mean, my people went to the banquet after the victory parade, sneaked out without anyone's sight, broke through the empire's tight defenses, broke into the embassy, ​​killed three envoys in front of the personal guards, and then got away with it?"

Annan's irony silenced the warden.

The middle-aged man next to him smiled and said, "Relax, Annan, we just want to ask some questions."

"So I just put up some proper fightback, didn't I?"

"Andrea, the executive officer of the Imperial Military Department, I am responsible for this assassination." Executive Officer Andrea looked very easy to talk to. "What were you doing in the evening?"

"Follow me to the banquet...The Minister of Etiquette can testify for me." Annan looked even more easy-going.

This gave Executive Andrea a headache... On one side was the special envoy, and on the other side was the champion warlock who had close ties with the upper echelons of the empire. Neither of them was easy to mess with.

No wonder the executives who usually rush to show off now remain silent and give themselves the opportunity.

Thinking of this, Executive Officer Andrea suddenly became lazy: "Besides you...you, do you know anyone else who has a grudge against Special Envoy Rekanel?"

"Too many." Annan spread out his hands, trying to indicate how many people there were: "Thousands? Tens of thousands? Hundreds of thousands? Don't underestimate a homeless person's hatred for the murderer."

Annan asked in return: "Besides me, who else is suspected?"

"You are the first sequence, the second sequence is an epic mage who just came from the North, and the third sequence is a few high-ranking members of the Shadow Brotherhood who came to Stack Mountain."

"Any other clues?"

"We found at the embassy—"

"This is an interrogation!" The warden suddenly interrupted the two people who were talking: "Your Excellency, you revealed too much to our suspect."

"Come on, look how happy the champion warlock is, he doesn't seem to be worried about any trouble at all." Executive Officer Andrea lowered his voice: "This guy has so many tricks up his sleeve, and he even knows... that lord. Who knows if this is a power struggle among the upper echelons? I advise you not to be too 'diligent'."

But the warden had no choice. As the warden of a dungeon where nobles were imprisoned, he could either go along with the corrupt or he could be tough and upright.

"You said that you and the Minister of Etiquette were at a banquet when the murder happened. What about before that?"

"At the Ministry of Ceremonials."

The warden frowned and said, "Annan Reeves, what you said cannot prove your innocence. You need to come up with a better and more powerful one—"

"You got one thing wrong." Annan interrupted him. "Now it's not my turn to prove my innocence, but for you to produce evidence to prove my guilt."

The warden was silent.

If they had evidence, they wouldn't have to be sitting here.

At this moment, a jailer trotted in and whispered in the warden's ear, "A member of the royal family is coming in." "Who?"

"Olin Montreal."

The warden looked at Annan deeply and said, "Let Miss Oulin come in."

After a while, the jailer brought Ou Lin in.

"Are you OK?"

As soon as she came in, her eyes were all on Annan. There was nothing embarrassing about him...

"I'm fine. This is the most homely I've ever been."

Oulin had no idea what Annan was talking about, so she handed him a bundle and said, "My ancestors said it might rain tonight, so they asked me to bring you a raincoat."

"Does the ancestor know?"

"There are very few things that can be hidden from her."

"So if I have this, does that mean I can admit that I killed him?"

Annan laughed, and then before Olin's cheeks puffed up, he said, "Just a joke."

Annan put on his raincoat in front of the warden and the executioner, and deliberately said to them: "It's a bit cold in the dungeon, do you mind?"

"No...don't mind..."

The executioner laughed dryly, and even the warden remained silent.

Oulin had no intention of leaving, so Annan sat back down and raised his chin slightly: "Tell me what happened."

The executive officer said that the body was found by a servant. She was going to inform the envoy to attend the banquet, but no one answered the door when she knocked, so she knocked on the other two doors, but there was no answer either.

Finally, it was not until Arnock's blood flowed out through the crack in the door that the servants realized something had happened.

“So rough?”

"No, it was quite clean. The patrolling guards and gatekeepers did not notice anything unusual, and the servants did not hear any struggles... The Monzon envoy was a great swordsman, but he was stabbed in the neck without making any sound." The executive officer looked solemn, "So if you have any ideas, please let us know."

He kept a low profile.

Annan frowned slightly, and finally shook his head: "I don't know either. The Kingdom of Rekanel has made too many enemies. Who knows which righteous man did it?"

Executive Officer Andrea sighed. He didn't want to care, but the death of an envoy on Mount Montreal was a slap in the face of the empire. They had to find the real culprit.

"Now let's talk about compensation." Annan changed the subject.

"compensation?"

"You violently arrested me in front of all the nobles. Don't you want an explanation?"

Officer Andrea glared at the warden, then stole a glance at Olin next to him and asked cautiously, "What compensation do you want?"

Annan said shyly, "I think the land outside the Moonlight Opera House is great. It's just a bunch of useless ruins to you, a scar from the past, so why don't you give it to me? I promise no one will recognize it."

Even though Olin was there, the warden couldn't help but speak up: "Annan Reeves, now is not the time to talk about this."

"You're right, and it's hard for you to make the decision." Annan put away his beautiful fantasy, "By the way, have you checked the body?"

The warden and the executioner looked at each other.

Annan's tone gradually became strange: "Don't tell me that such a huge and ancient empire doesn't even have a detective... an official responsible for analyzing homicide cases."

(End of this chapter)