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Oliver's mind was in a mess: Among those countless gifts, where did they come from, and who gave them to his slaves?
"You always know the origins of the assassins you sent out - do you really know it?"
The secretary recognized that Oliver was an idiot, so he was not in a hurry to force him to confess immediately. Instead, he analyzed it for him in a logical manner.
Taking care of Master Oliver's almost collapsed spirit and IQ, the secretary spoke very slowly, as if he was being seductive or talking to himself——
"It is absolutely impossible to transfer directly within the family. Regardless of the affairs bureau or the guard army, the transfer of seventh-level slaves must have a warrant from the chief attendant. They are obviously slaves who have just left the camp, obviously, and how many of the Dulan family No relevant records were found in this training camp. The master himself never gave an order. We also asked the old gentleman in advance, and he did not prepare any seventh-level slaves for Master Oliver, so they are not From the Dulan family - bought through the superpower guild, this is possible, but even if there are real luxury sellers in the universe who can sell level 7 slaves, young master, you can't afford to buy a level 7 slave, not even a single one. Don't talk about buying seven at once. So these slaves can only be given to you by others."
"Then the person who gave you such an expensive gift is really hard to figure out." The secretary spoke more slowly and clearly, "Slaves for personal use or as gifts are never so lucky. Sleep and transport, carefully. Leaving no clues is something that can only be used by assassins who ambush and assassinate. This is really weird. Could it be that the people who gave you gifts could have known you beforehand when they gave you gifts a week or two ago? They will send all the slaves out to assassinate them, so they can take precautions and clear their suspicions first? But if it’s not a divination, then what is it?”
The secretary brought a bottle of golden liqueur to Oliver's eyes.
"Look at this bottle of wine, Master Oliver, the 3968 Vanage, your favorite. You just drank it a few hours ago. To be honest, the guards found this bottle of wine and your butler Ramsay. I was sweating for you when I saw the corpse. Since your butler can kill himself, he can kill you. This is obvious. The wine is poisonous. Fortunately, you have another loyal slave to replace you. Had a drink.”
The old gentlemen's faces were ashen: nonsense, this is simply a slander! □□Naked slander! If you were prepared to kill and silence him from the beginning, how could you still catch Oliver? Who would use such a shameful thing as poisoning unless it was a last resort? It wasn't because you forced it. God, if they had known in advance that their master could even go out and intervene in the assassination at the New Year's banquet, things would not have happened at all. It became what it is now! This was a shameless conspiracy and a trap. They were all deceived by their insidious master!
However, such a thing cannot be refuted, and the gaze cannot make anyone shut up. Therefore, under the pressure of David Duran's energy field, the affairs director unscrupulously and freely fabricated slanders. In just a few words, he portrayed Oliver as an innocent person who was persecuted, exploited and tortured. The little pitiful figure.
"Think about it, Master Oliver. Who gave you the slave, who gave you the advice to escape, where to run, and finally who will ensure your safety. You should be lucky that the guards found you in time. You. Otherwise, if you have any shortcomings, you will die unjustly, and you will be saddled with the serious crime of betraying your family and bloodline, and you will never be brought to justice. And those who take advantage of you will get away with it one by one——"
The executioner held up a whip, and with a sudden force, the whip spread across the sky and fell, hitting Oliver between the buttocks. The secretary pinched Oliver's neck, strangled the scream in his throat, and asked sternly: "Who are the people who gave you slaves? Tell me!"
The director of affairs let go of his hand, and a series of names poured out of Oliver's mouth accompanied by screams, out of control: Wesson Brick, Flair Lubesson, Artis Roanne... and even Heller-Heidi.
Without the help of his capable butler and servants, Oliver could not remember who had given him the slave, so he revealed the names of all the people who had given him the gift. At least one-fifth of the people in this room were on the list, and the vast majority of them, although not entirely innocent, could still be considered unlucky.
"You are wronged, Master!" The senior vassals whose names were unfortunately remembered by Oliver turned pale and fell to their knees one after another, "We are wronged!"
Of course, the old gentlemen were not immune. They were included in Oliver's confession and knelt down with everyone - surrendered? Of course it is absolutely impossible to surrender! Now they only have one way to fight to the end - so they follow the trend and shout against Tianqu.
"Shut up!" Chief Attendant Hebra frowned and scolded, "Whether you are unjust or not will be determined by the Secretariat. Now you are making a noise in front of the master, are you planning to threaten rebellion?"
The vassals lowered their heads, and no one dared to speak again.
The interrogation was over, Oliver said what he should say, so he retired and passed out smoothly.
"Send him to the training camp," David ordered ruthlessly. "No one is allowed to let him out until he breaks through the intermediate barrier."
The executioner took Oliver off the interrogation table, wrapped him in a white cloth and dragged him out of the room, leaving a long and shocking blood mark on the floor, which made people shudder.
David looked away from his brother and stopped talking. The secretary took the list of names Oliver had confessed to and screened them on the spot.
Referring to the assassin's confession, the location and characteristics of the training camps controlled by these vassal families, and some other obvious clues, the suspicion that some vassals and families directly provided seventh-level slaves to murder the master can be cleared, but are they indirectly involved in this matter? The suspicion was still there, which meant that they could not be completely proven innocent, so they were naturally taken away by the Secretariat first, and after the spacecraft landed, they were imprisoned in the sky prison for further examination.
Among the people on the list, there were about a dozen old gentlemen from vassal families left in the room. They were extremely suspicious, but because their status was too high, the director of affairs could not easily judge the interrogation, so he presented the list to the chief attendant. The chief attendant, Hebrews, put this list together with a secret document and forwarded it to David Duran.
David did not glance at the secret file, but looked coldly at his noble vassals kneeling on the ground. The old gentlemen lowered their heads in panic. Although they knew something was wrong, they still said: "Master, please be clear, we are really unjust."
"Are you unjustly accused?" David asked calmly, "How are you going to prove your innocence and make me believe that you are unjustly accused."
The old gentleman's heart was shaken, and he felt cold from the top of his head to the soles of his feet. Whoever makes the claim must provide evidence, and the inference of innocence is the law of the secular world, but in the world of superpowers, everything has to be reversed. Anyone suspected by the sect leader is guilty. This is the code of the superpower world. Oliver's confession and the Secretariat's screening have given them sufficient reasons to make their master suspicious and make them suspected of treason. In this case, unless they can produce strong evidence to completely clear themselves of suspicion, they are committing treason.
Is there any strong evidence? It is obviously impossible!
This was a crime that could directly lead to the death of the Yi people. The old gentlemen were so numb that they did not dare to argue that they were innocent. Heller let himself kneel on the ground, and said with all his strength: "Yes...it was actually Miss Helena's order, ordering us to send slaves to Oliver. Miss Helena hated Miss Gu Hanhan, so she I want to kill her. We don’t know anything about today’s events, Master. Please let us die to apologize.”
"Yes, Master, these are Miss Helena's orders. We dare not disobey them." The old gentlemen knelt down one after another, "Master just needs to invite Miss Helena and it will be clear after asking."
"Do you think I am Oliver and believe that all this is a coincidence?" David smiled brightly, and then his anger suddenly burst out, "Then what happened to Emperor Ogra and High Priest Sittings?" Who ordered the Conch Kingdom? "
He threw the secret file over the heads of the old gentlemen: "How dare you collude with the Dark Temple and participate in the internal fighting in Ogra, before I make the choice to join the world!"
The secret file passed through Helle-Heidi's head and shattered into a curtain of light on the floor in front of him. The old gentlemen and the High Priest of Sitings drank and chatted happily, and the three-dimensional projection of the secret meeting flashed one frame after another, and then disappeared.
Even though the old gentlemen had been prepared in their hearts, they felt a chill at this time and couldn't control themselves with fear - this was from three months ago or five months ago, as early as that time, before their plan started. , have the conspiracy and trap already begun?
Is it finished?
Is there no hope?
The old gentlemen were almost in despair.
"Yes, it's Helena," Heller raised his head tremblingly, telling a lie that even he couldn't believe, "This is also Helena's order——"
"You still want to put the blame on Helena?" David sneered, "Is my contracted healer someone you can frame at will?"
Heller immediately cried: "Forgive us, Master, we are indeed innocent. Please allow us to repent and let the God of the Universe make a judgment."
"Please order the Secretariat to interrogate us. If we are not innocent, we will not be able to maintain our innocence under the hands of the executioner." Brick also begged.
They knew very well that their only way to survive now was to delay until Helena arrived and they would be saved. Although Helena seemed to be being held back, as long as she didn't die immediately, regardless of confession or interrogation, they could always delay Helena's appearance.
However, David seemed not to give the old gentlemen a chance to resist the executioner's whip. He interrupted them directly and said: "Your Excellencies, I don't think you need me to forgive you, let alone kneel here to prove to me. Your innocence will never be necessary. Your Excellency Heidi, Your Excellency Brick, Your Excellency Lu Besson..." David read the names of more than a dozen old gentlemen in one breath, and took the trouble to use their honorifics, and then said: " Yes, sirs, please stand up, you are free."
This time it was like a bolt from the blue. Not only the old gentlemen, but also all the vassals in the room were shocked and knelt down to beg for mercy.
David was unmoved. "Go and ask for Elder Bruch." He ordered the chief attendant, then took Gu Hanhan's hand and returned to the room.
