Thanks for the invitation. I am a parasite in Terra.

strangeness.

There should be quite a few Tara talents among these people.

Wasn't the Earl of Warwick their spiritual leader? And according to his speculation, the people of Tara should be living quite well in his territory.

At least it is much better than the Tara people in other areas.

Faintly, Zuo Jian seemed to sense a bad aura.

The location of the Earl of Warwick's mansion was marked on the list. Zuo Jian glanced at the location and then stepped on the accelerator.

The closer you get to the mansion, the taller the buildings become.

It is dense, but...the flow of people is getting smaller and smaller.

When the gate of the mansion appeared before his eyes, the surrounding streets were completely empty.

He opened the car door and looked around cautiously.

This weakened body is far inferior to the original in terms of perception, but...

Zuo Jian narrowed his eyes and sniffed carefully.

The air was filled with the smell of blood.

And...it emanates from deep within the mansion.

"It looks like we've run into some trouble... I hope the earl is alright."

He raised his hand, clenched his fist slightly, and watched his fingers slightly covered with chitinous carapaces turning into sharp claws...

Somewhat reluctantly.

"Ugh....."

too weak.

He shook his head, but he had expected this situation.

Zuo Jian picked up the key and walked towards the trunk of the land vehicle.

He had anticipated that the clothes would not be able to mimic the form and had prepared backup costumes in advance.

How could it be possible————that we didn't prepare the necessary weapons?

With a click, the trunk was opened, and a cabin filled with various goods ordered by Earl Warwick appeared in front of Zuo Jian. He walked forward and found a metal box in the corner.

A box about one person tall was pulled out. The silver corner guards on the edge of the black box shone so brightly in the sun that... it covered up the emblem of the Victorian military printed in the center of the box.

Zuo Jian carried the box on his back, feeling its weight.

“Although I knew it a long time ago, it was incredible to actually experience it.”

"With the support of the Duke, the mafia can even get military equipment... Even if it's not the latest model, it's outrageous enough."

The stuff in this box was originally intended to be sold to the black market by the gang leader, but now...it will be given to Zuo Jian first.

He walked forward, knocked on the door and spoke.

"Is anyone there? Lord Warwick's cargo has arrived—"

However, after knocking twice, the door creaked and then slowly opened on its own.

Zuo Jian narrowed his eyes and looked at the door that was not locked or even closed.

In an instant, the smell of blood became stronger.

And...my voice echoed in the empty hall, without any response.

Click.

The lock of the box opened, exposing the object inside.

A knight's spear with a peculiar shape appeared in his hand.

At the intersection of the handguard and the gun body, there is a revolver-like firing and loading structure.

Victorian military equipment, standard-issue siege spear, using large-caliber explosive ammunition.

At the same time, several blood threads spread out from his left arm. With Zuo Jian's full strength, the blood threads became denser and denser, and then turned into a dark red shield beside his hand.

To be honest, in the current situation, the city-breaking spear is not the optimal weapon.

However, he actually prepared this thing to prevent encountering any strong enemies on the road. Who knew that it would not be used on the road... but would come in handy in the Earl of Warwick's mansion.

But, obviously, he doesn't have that much time to care about these things now.

Holding the shield in one hand and tightly grasping the heavy city-breaking spear with the other, Zuo Jian recalled the mediocre indoor combat moves he had learned from reading military magazines in his spare time. He lowered his steps and climbed over the wall to observe the view.

no one.

no one.

Still no one.

Zuo Jian walked farther and farther away, but still did not see any figure.

But...the smell of blood is getting stronger.

He stopped and looked at the closed door in front of him.

The source of the smell is behind the door.

Without hesitation, Zuo Jian kicked the door open, quickly raised his shield made of blood and rushed into the room, while raising his city-breaking spear to scan the surrounding environment.

......

No one....Except....

Zuo Jian walked forward and looked at the corpse sitting in a pool of blood in the corner.

He squatted down and looked at the face of the corpse.

He was a middle-aged man, a little thin, and looked like Film.

His eyes opened, as if he was looking at someone before he died...

"The Earl of Warwick."

Zuo Jian was silent for a moment and then said the man's name.

But, it was obvious that the other party had been dead for a long time.

Vendetta? Or...

Almost instantly, Zuo Jian deduced several different possibilities.

For someone like Warwick, the murderer might even be an extreme nationalist who rejects the people of Tara.

.....But why are the servants missing from the mansion?

No one even came to deliver the news of Warwick's death?

If they also died here, the bloody smell wouldn't be just this little.

............

Either they died collectively somewhere else, or....they chose to stand with the murderer to some extent.

Zuo Jian squinted his eyes in thought, but then bent down and closed Warwick's body's eyes.

"Huh... It's like this again. I feel like I'm a step late again..."

".....This is?"

Zuo Jian, who was talking to himself, suddenly noticed a photo held by Warwick in the corner.

In the picture, the Earl of Warwick has a kind smile on his face, and on his left and right stand two girls who look somewhat similar....

Warwick's adopted daughter....Sakuma's eyes suddenly widened.

He picked up the photo and looked at the two girls in it.

The name of a rare race came to his mind.

"No way...."

he muttered.

As far as I can remember, there is information that the Earl of Warwick has two adopted daughters, but that's all.

But...who could have thought that the adopted daughters he adopted...were two Drakes.

For a moment, Zuo Jian seemed to have noticed something.

In the current situation, Draco, the spiritual leader of the Tara people, the Earl... and... the vacant throne...

Zuo Jian stood up quickly.

If he guessed correctly...

The earl's death may be closely related to his adopted daughter.

"I hope nothing happens to his two adopted daughters."

Zuo Jian quickly left the room and quickened his pace.

He had to find a way to find them as soon as possible...to prevent them from meeting with any accidents.

......

...

..

In the dim attic, Lavshini sat there without saying a word. She just quietly looked at her sister. The instigator of all this was leaning in the corner playing with an empty photo frame.

Inside... there was once a group photo, but it was taken out by Abrana. As for where it went, Ravshini didn't know.

"Sister...you..."

"Hush, Ravshine, be quiet."

Abrana held out a finger and spoke softly.

"Don't worry, although something unexpected happened, it won't be a problem. I just want you to get some sleep."

The latter had no time to react and was knocked unconscious by a blow from his sister.

The former supported his sister and then tied her up with a rope nearby.

Then, Abrana reached out and tore her clothes, and began to add scars with a knife beside her, making her look miserable.

And, picking up the blank photo frame beside her, she spoke.

"Do people always believe in what they speculate...?"

Wow.

The flames were attached to the photo frame. Then, she lifted the photo frame and smashed it into the window next to the attic!

The glass was broken with a loud noise.

At the same time, Zuo Jian downstairs noticed the movement in the attic and quickly ran there!

Chapter 89, Abrana and Ravshini

The movement above his head was noticed by Zuo Jian.

Is there anyone upstairs?

And just now...was that the sound of glass breaking?

Tsk, the other party noticed me first.

Is it the murderer? Or is it some other existence——

While thinking, Zuo Jian raised his shield and quickly walked towards the stairs. Fortunately, the Earl's mansion was just a little larger in area, and the construction of the floors was not that outrageous.

At a height of three floors, the door to the attic appeared in front of him in just a few seconds.

Without hesitation, he raised the broad shield made of flesh and blood in his left hand and directly broke open the half-open wooden door!

boom! ! !

With a click, the city-breaking spear followed, and Zuo Jian vigilantly scanned everything in the room.

....A young girl was unconscious in a corner, with her limbs tied behind her back.