Alien world

Chapter 925 Chapter 156. Mixed Blood
"Don't rush to conclusions, let's take a look at the other dead." A drunken voice rang out.

The others did not move, and all looked at Ou Lin, who had the highest status among the people present. Ou Lin then looked at An Nan.

"The more conclusive the evidence is, the better it is for me." Annan shrugged. He was worried that it was done secretly by the people of Liberty City, but now he is convinced that it has nothing to do with him.

"Do as he says," said Olin.

Then they came to the next door, and the sight of Cynthia's body, once beautiful and blooming but now withered, made Annan's smile fade.

The necromancer began to summon the spirits. Annan whispered to Oulin, "Have you notified Princess Sayles?"

"She was the first to know."

"…What's the reaction?"

"I said I know."

"I see...I'll go visit her later."

There could not be many more miserable victims than Princess Biels, who had been betrayed by her own people, who had lost her country, who had been tortured in a dungeon, and now who had been brutally murdered by the few remaining relatives.

Cynthia has "come back to life". She is wearing a blood-stained dress and choosing a dress in front of the closet.

This time they were very close, to confirm whether Cynthia, like Monzon, knew the murderer.

The bloodless lips began to open and close, making it unclear whether she was talking to herself or to the murderer in the room. But at this moment, Annan suddenly discovered that her lips seemed to be saying her name...

Then, Cynthia's body suddenly fell into the closet and there was no movement.

"She knows nothing, next one."

Barron turned and walked out of the bedroom.

The others followed, and finally came to Anok's room.

As the necromancer cast the spell, Arnock, who was lying at the door, climbed up and walked back to the bathroom like a zombie. At some point, he looked up and looked behind him, showing a stiff surprise, then said something, showing a little anger, and then staggered to the ground.

After more than ten seconds of silence, Arnold's body raised its head and began to crawl toward the door. There was no door, only Janice's legs moving backwards.

"It looks like we've identified the murderer." Barron laughed and took a sip of wine. His entire face turned almost the same color as his nose.

"Let's go to the legion headquarters. Also, take the embassy guards with you, they are also suspects." Ou Lin said.

Annan had been watching the show for quite some time, so of course he couldn't miss it. As soon as he arrived at the camp, he received the good news that the murderer had been caught.

"sure?"

Olin's assistant replied: "Only three people left the party in the evening. One of them was sick, and a comrade-in-arms testified that he saw him lying in bed when he returned. Another went to the tavern... and a girl testified. Only the murderer has no witnesses, and he is a military disciplinarian and knows Monzon and others. And..."

"He admitted it himself."

"Take us to see it." said Ou Lin.

Annan followed the team harmlessly. At this moment, a cold snort directed at him suddenly sounded from the side: "Don't think you can get away with it."

Following the voice, he saw a young man dressed in noble clothing. Although Annan did not remember men in particular, he confirmed that he did not know him: "Who are you?"

"Genero Montreal," the young man repeated.

"Sorry, who are you talking about?"

"Genero Montreal!"

Annan had no memory of this: "Are you famous?"

The young man lost his composure and said, "Didn't you hear my last name?!"

"Oh..." Annan suddenly realized, "Are you from Monsong's tribe?"

"Don't compare the noble golden bloodline with this kind of branch!"

"Genero, what are you doing here?"

Oulin, who found that Annan had not caught up, came back and questioned the young man who was standing in front of Annan.

Annan felt from Genero's face the same expression as when Broken Tooth saw Lily: trying hard to hide his fear and prove that he was fearless.

"I...I want to help." Ou Lin ignored him and looked at An Nan: "Did he offend you?"

"If being cocky isn't offensive, no."

"Apologize."

"By——"

"Is Annan our guest, or do you want someone else to talk to you?"

Genero, who had been so arrogant just now, now showed fear and shrank his neck. He stammered, "I'm sorry... I was too impulsive."

"I don't blame you. After all, I am good-looking and eye-catching."

Annan didn't take this incident seriously and followed Olin to the camp. But Genero followed behind him.

In the camp's big house, which was temporarily used as an interrogation room, the murderer Isa was tied up and kneeling in front of the fireplace.

"Ms. Olin..." Janice gestured.

"We are just watching and following your pace."

"I see." Janice nodded and walked to Isaac: "What is your purpose?"

"…put the blame on one person."

"Who?"

Isa raised his head and looked at Annan with his bloodshot eyes, and everyone immediately had the answer.

"Who told you to do this?"

"Lord Monzon."

"what?"

"Lord Monsong thought that they had suffered an unbearable humiliation and had to be cleansed. So he asked me to kill him and find a way to put the blame on Annan..."

Annan couldn't understand the logic, but the others didn't seem surprised.

"Then why did you kill Cynthia and Arnold?"

"Lord Monsong feels that his death alone is not enough... Only if everyone dies here can the kingdom shift the conflict to Annan."

The Kingdom of Rekanel was in turmoil and in urgent need of an enemy to rally the people. They chose Annan.

"What else?" Barron suddenly spoke up, shaking the empty bottle. "It's not a good habit to say half and hide the other half."

City Guard Officer Newman said sternly: "Tell us everything you know before the torture begins!"

Isa pulled the corner of his mouth and said, "He said Princess Cynthia wanted to help Princess Saiers, but she might betray the family, so it's better to... make use of her."

"What a scumbag." Oulin's voice was cold.

"Where's Arnook?"

"The prince was an accident. I told him the truth, but he was very angry and said he wanted me to be buried with him. I had to kill him."

This is probably what Councillor Monzon did not expect - the killing-crazed assassin chose not to spare any life in order to absolve himself of responsibility.

"I have a question." City guard Newman has seen many such prisoners who only cooperate on the surface. They confess their crimes only to cover up their real crimes.

After getting Olin's permission, he asked, "Why did you confess so quickly?"

"The Kingdom of Rekanel is crumbling and there is no hope. I don't want to be tied to their chariot again."

"Why you?" City Guard Officer Newman continued to ask.

This time Isa remained silent longer than ever before.

"I've said everything I need to say. Why are you still wasting time?" Barron said impatiently.

"…Because I am mixed blood."

(End of this chapter)