On this day, two major pieces of news dominated the newspaper headlines in Polnia.
The first is that Ivel von Heinrich, an employee of the Polnia Museum, is officially wanted by the Sheriff's Department for the murder of a nobleman.
The second one is the road soaked in flesh and blood in Setvina District, as well as the collection of lost relics.
Obviously, people will always have a special preference for gossip, especially the gossip of nobles. All they care about is whether the impact of the murder on the future class will change.
As for whether the relics were lost, it didn't attract much attention, or even panic. After all, most people in Bornia didn't understand what relics were.
No. 121B Bullard Street was hung up with yellow and black warning tapes. People passing by looked sideways. I heard that the most pitiful person was the old landlord. His only two tenants, one died and the other disappeared.
Fortunately, he was not in Polnia recently and did not know that his house had been seized.
Perhaps the air pollution has become much more serious. When I look up at the rainy sky, it is still hazy, with no hint of sunshine.
Only occasionally I could hear a few weird noises, but I didn't know where they came from.
The streets are still empty, the whole city is wet, people are walking in twos and threes, and only places like pubs are the busiest.
"Click."
The young figure leaned in the dark corner, a bunch of flames lit, and gradually approached the tobacco with special symbols printed on it. Just when he was about to breathe hard and puff away happily, a tobacco stick came out from nowhere and was smoked. The cigarette on the man's lips.
"Smoking is harmful to health."
The man opposite was hiding himself in loose clothes. Although his expression was clearly invisible, he could feel an unprecedented pressure.
"well……"
He didn't know why, but he felt his legs trembling, and almost in a state of fear, he nodded and agreed.
"How did you get this cigarette?"
In the darkness, the man's voice came.
"I...I stole this one...I, I was just curious...".br>
"Where did you steal it?"
"Over at the port...I heard it's a new shipment from the Medwin family..."
"Xin Lanhai? How brave..."
The man tilted his head, as if his child was disobedient and hated the iron.
"sorry……"
The young man quickly bowed his head and apologized, but then he thought about it, what could he apologize to a stranger?
"etc!"
He turned around and called out to the man. The figure walking deeper into the alley paused, as if waiting for his next words.
"Give me back the cigarette."
He didn't know where he got the courage from, but when he said the words, he already regretted it.
"Um?"
A soft snort, the dangerous aura emanating from the darkness, twisted and bloody, could cut off his neck in the next second.
"No... no need... you! Just wait for me..."
Young people fled.
Jiang Chenchuan sighed softly, lowered his head, and then touched the special symbol with his fingers under the faint light.
Medwin family coat of arms.
Unlike last time, the identity of Ivel von Heinrich is much easier to use than a stranger. If he wants to return to a normal life, he must find the real murderer.
But it is not difficult to see from the reports that the murderer is more or less closely related to Yvel von Heinrich’s family.
Golden pupils, special powers, an ancient but extinct family, missing and separated tribesmen, and even the land he once owned was not kept.
The only person recorded in the file is Ivel.
what about now?
It was impossible for Bellito to commit the crime, and all the tribesmen who acted with Bellito died.
Who else?
was missed...
No. 37 Costa Street is an empty house with no one living in it, and it has nothing to do with the nobility. Jiang Chenchuan found out that the Medwin family has been active at sea recently.
I heard that a lot of things happened in Xinlanhai, and the information provided by Reina was that they seemed to have encountered unspeakable creatures, and they hoped to get in touch with the museum through the Bridge family.
However, due to some special reasons, I heard that the Medwin family's application was rejected several times.
"So... why did Viscount Medwin appear at 37 Costa Street that night?"
It seems that if you want to investigate further, you will need some "noble" power...
Jiang Chenchuan was still thinking, when suddenly a commotion interrupted his thoughts. Something happened not far away. There was an extremely cold wind blowing into the alley, and there seemed to be strange figures hidden in the thick fog.
Something has entered Polnia.
Jiang Chenchuan thought of the reported case of missing relics. It was not that he had never been to the scene. Without his identity, he could only look at the bloody black and red from a distance outside the cordon.
It was said that the doctors who collected the corpses were frightened by the scene and carefully took stock of the lost relics. Even the corpse that was finally brought back from Ronark City was missing.
Jiang Chenchuan followed the sound and walked out of the alley. What he saw was a group of fully armed knights walking through the mist. Speaking of which, except for the last church incident, he had never seen such a formal formation.
What happened?
Jiang Chenchuan looked towards the end of the street and could see nothing but the towering bright World Tree.
But he could feel that something was about to move.
"What did you notice?"
Jiang Chenchuan asked in a low voice.
There was no one around him, and this inquiry was just a chance. After all, his relationship with Original Sin was now somewhat subtle.
"Relic."
But unexpectedly, Original Sin answered him, but it was very brief, only two words.
relic.
There was no flirtatious tone, no temptation to make a deal.
"Relic?"
Suddenly, Jiang Chenchuan thought of something, and he put on a black hood, hiding his entire face in the darkness.
Now, his identity is not suitable for standing in the light, but what he wants to do remains the same.
Steam rising from nowhere spread in every corner of the street, and with the cover of the sky, it was easy to hide his figure.
I don’t know which unlucky guy didn’t sleep tonight.
"Let's go find Ethan first."
It turned out to be Ethan.
Ethan, who was in a certain laboratory, couldn't help but shudder violently. He rubbed his messy head and closed the window calmly.
"Crack."
"Crack..."
"Crack."
In the darkness, there seemed to be the sound of a lighter, but no flame came out.
"Strange, why can't we fight? Do you think my posture is wrong... Carlton, are we still going to take action tonight?"
Carlton glanced at the lighter, his eyes drifting to the man in the distance.
"Call it off, go home and sleep."
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