MTL - Kingdom’s Bloodline-Chapter 656 Confession

  Chapter 656 Confession

  The Sunset Temple in Emerald City is not as majestic and solemn as the Grand Temple in Yongxing City, but it is exquisite and exquisite in layout. It is an architectural masterpiece based on the prehistoric triumphant style of the old empire and taking into account the mathematical and geometric aesthetics of the new era.

This religious architectural style that seeks to change while maintaining stability confirms the turbulent and restless era of the Star Kingdom at the end of the third century. The pains are seen between the trends of Ji thought, the thorns and thorns are everywhere when you enter, and the thorns are everywhere when you retreat."

The people who presided over the construction of this temple were two high-level clergymen during the reign of the "Jackal" Sumei III: one was the deputy chief of the sacrifice department who was proficient in history and theology, and the other was the deputy of the mission department who was proficient in mathematics and architecture. bishop.

In that era, their cooperation and the completion of this temple in the Emerald City were one of the results and signs of the religious reconciliation between the Sacrifice Department and the Mission Department in the sunset belief system, which proved that the Star Kingdom has been repeated for a century. The **** religious disputes-the "controversy over sacrificial religion" finally came to an end.

(There is a document that the "cutting" Tomund IV ignored the oracle appointment of the chief priest of Lydia Canxing, intervened in the affairs of the temple, and arbitrarily appointed the archbishop Nerif's "false promise" as the starting mark. This religious sect dispute is called the "Split of Saints." However, because of the orthodox controversy of the "Curced" king and the bad impression of him by court historians, the acceptance of this historical term among court historians is far less acceptable. "Cut the thorns" king's book on paper, the "sacrifice controversy" with ascending and sacrificing children as the starting point is widespread.)

(There are also scholars in later generations who believe that the roots of the sacrificial controversy can be traced back to the "broken line" Sumei II, who believes that it was he who was crowned king as a religious scholar, and that the status of non-family hereditary priests in the Temple of Sunset Gradually improve, step by step in power, and ultimately threaten the sacred and inviolable interpretation of the oracle and the power of sacrificial presiding.)

  Under the mediation of the "Jackal" king (and perhaps the threat of the Eastland invaders), the supreme authority of the sunset faith-the temple of sunset officially divides the family peacefully:

  The Sacrifice Department was able to exclusively enjoy the traditional old name of the "temple", and the priests of the setting sun in the kingdom were all under the control of the setting sun priest.

  The Ministry of Missions left the temple and was renamed the “church” independently, and the archbishop of Sunset at the head had the right to appoint the priests of the dioceses responsible for missions.

  In this way, the temple and the church share the setting sun, one is close to God, the other is close to people, separates the sacred and secular affairs, recognizes each other but does not belong to each other, and the power is divided regardless of respect and inferiority.

As a condition of reconciliation, the priests no longer use the names of "heresy," "disagreement," "depraved," and "devil bewitching," to attack and persecute dissident believers, and tolerate interpretations of doctrine; The logo was removed from the robe, no longer claiming freedom of interpretation, and abandoning incitement of the lower-level congregations against the priests and lords.

As for those sensitive questions that have caused countless **** storms, such as "The truth is in the holy way or hidden in the commonplace", "Where are the altars and churches closer to God?" "Who is more qualified to speak for God?" Religious controversies such as "the chief priest and the archbishop, which is higher, lower, lighter and heavier," have been put on hold or even avoided.

  Because peace requires mutual trust, but trust requires compromise.

  And this meaningful temple became the first, and probably the only religious building shared by the temple and church, priests and priests so far. The sacrificial ceremonies and church sermons of the Emerald City are all carried out here.

At this moment, as one of the most distinguished guests, Thales was sitting on the admiration platform in the front row of the altar of the temple, looking solemnly at the statue of the goddess of sunset—well, compared to the one in the temple of Eternal Star City She looks like she's going to stare at you to death. Is her face here a lot gentler and more human?

Behind him, at a distance of nearly ten meters, countless nobles and people with identities filled the remaining guests in front of the altar. Zong's dress is white and light-colored), watching the priest of the Temple of Emerald City circulate and frustrate, faintly read a long sacrificial essay, preparing to begin public prayer.

Thales secretly turned his head, and in the first row of people saw the father and son of Count Lassia in Zedi, Count Javier in Yanbigang, and the long smiling face at all times Qingdao Earl Shukader—and Karabyan's family. The two demon twins only saw them raise their fans (this time the words on the above were changed to "Bless the sunset, everything you have" and "Bless the sunset, you will be successful") covering their faces and winking secretly at Thales in front , But Miranda who was beside them gave an "um", and the two sisters sat downright without squinting.

  Tels gave Mira a thumbs up.

  For some reason, Teres Mingming still felt that the Karabyan twins were pleasing to the eye yesterday, but when I saw it today, I felt a headache again.

   But he soon no longer has a headache.

Because at the very end of the first row, Sheila Kevin Deere still looks awake, resting her elbow on her knees, resting her chin listlessly, her head resting on the chants of the priests and the temple. Ups and downs in the solemn atmosphere.

  Noting Thales’ gaze swept, the round-faced girl lifted up, quietly opened her palm, and blocked the light source—the hideous face of "Soulbone Jacques" smiled at him again.

Oops.

  Thyls quickly turned around.

  In fact, looking back, Kai'Sa and Kina are still very good.

"I heard that you sent someone to prison early in the morning," a familiar figure entered the temple under the attention of all the people, came to Thales, lowered his voice and said indifferently, "for the death of Dagori Moss ."

  Tels seemed to be poured cold water, and his mood sank.

  The prince snorted in a low voice:

   "So you know."

  Jenn did not sit down, but respectfully saluted and prayed to the statue of the goddess of the setting sun.

Thales had to stand up and follow him, so as not to be criticized for being domineering and deceiving God by the Duke of Xinghu-so under the chain reaction, there was the sound of crackling seats from the rear, and the believers stood up one after another and hurriedly prayed. .

  Jean's expression has not changed:

   "I'm going to tell you, Thales, about the wine merchant's accident..."

   "Yes, that is the prison of the Emerald City, your prison," Thales sneered and sneered, "It is indeed up to you to tell me."

  Jen was silent for a while, then whispered:

   "I admit, that was my subordinate's ineffective supervision-no, that was my negligence."

   Thales raised his eyebrows: "It's just a negligence? Nothing else?"

"I am sorry for your loss."

   "Festival Ni—"

  The angry and frustrated Thales took a deep breath, remembering that this was in the temple anyway.

  "Chenghui Mingshen, carrying the holy day of light, the goddess' endless grace, the sunset shining boundlessly, may bless my kingdom and protect this city, just as you have been to King Hyman and Queen Regina, saving countless lives in the war..."

  In front of the altar, priests stepped out from both sides of the altar, raising candles to follow one after another, and following the singing of the chief priest, they rhythmically saluted and prayed. The believers also followed and prayed respectfully.

  No one noticed that the two dukes were facing each other silently on the most noble viewing platform.

"Sergeant Caquery told me that Dagori Moss was found dead in the prison at midnight last night," Thales glanced at Jayne next to him and said in a low voice during the religious chants over and over again. My subordinates also got the news around midnight last night-I still remember the fireworks of the celebration."

  The Duke of Iris opened his eyes in a gesture of prayer, his gaze is enlightened.

   "Knowing so quickly, it seems that your Star Lake Guard is well informed."

"On the contrary, I know the abilities of my men," Thales responded coldly. "In the Emerald City, where I am not familiar with life, the news from the prison to me must have been lagging for a long time: Dagori's death will only Earlier than zero, and much earlier."

  Jen's eyes sharpened, but he didn't answer.

   "But the prison still reports that it was found at zero point, why?"

  Thyls thought of Miranda and their return, and squinted and asked:

   "Or, why did the prison authorities revise and falsely report the time of the crime?"

  I lied about the time...

  Jane looked at the priests in front of the altar quietly. After a while, he smiled and said:

  "I don’t know the specifics. But I guess they changed the time of the case to cover up the prison’s own dereliction of duty. Don’t worry, I will take care of the relevant departments—"

"enough."

  Tels interrupted him coldly:

   "The sunset goddess-literally-is above, so don't tell lies."

  The Duke of South Bank moved his eyes, his smile remained unchanged:

"I do not understand?"

  The prince shook his head: "Three times."

   "What three times?"

   Thales sneered: "At the battle banquet last night, we talked a lot about topics ranging from the history of each guest to the past and current situation of the Emerald City."

   "But there is only one thing, Xiao Huahua, you have intentionally or unconsciously raised it three times."

  Jane was a little confused at first, but he quickly remembered something, his pupils shrank!

  In the temple, religious chants gradually sink.

   "Yes, you mentioned the wine merchant, Dagori Moss." After the public prayer, Thales raised his head and sat down slowly, saying every word, "three times."

  "Not everyone can make our South Bank Guardian Duke miss that for so long—sit down and stop torturing others behind."

  Jean looked serious and solemn, but after a few seconds, he still sat down slowly.

  So behind the entire temple, there was a rustling sound of sitting.

  On the altar, the candlestick in front of the priest of the temple slammed, and the flame turned silver.

In the whispers of the believers, the master priest calmly waited for the priests and apprentices to put on the ritual gloves embroidered with the emblem of the sunset, and then took the dinner plate of the deputy, and tore the sacrament—fine grain bread—into a piece, solemnly And skilfully skimmed over the silver candlelight and served it on the silver dinner plate handed by the next priest.

  On the most noble viewing platform, although Thales stared at the priest’s movements, his words remained true to the subject:

   "Even when I asked whether to release Moss last night, you hurriedly used Miranda to change the subject, pretending to be fascinated by her beauty after disguising."

  Jen snorted softly:

   "Really, I don't remember it anymore."

  The sacrament ceremony began, two diocese deputy priests stepped forward, neither humble nor overbearing, and presented the first two sacraments roasted with the sacred fire of the setting sun on silver plates and handed them to the two dukes.

   "It's okay, I'll remember it for you, and it's more than this."

  Tales picked up the silver plate, picked up the little piece of sacrament, and bit it into his mouth—the taste was really not as good as Kongming Palace.

  Jane served the sacrament solemnly but freely, showing the etiquette that the Duke of Bixinghu did not know how many times the orthodox, Thales even suspected that he swallowed his stomach without even chewing, and wanted to face and suffer.

"At the royal banquet, before Anke Bailar showed off the dagger of unknown origin, and called out injustice for their land problem, it was also a certain young and promising duke who came up eagerly and talked about the seal with me. The minister’s land issue."

  Tels squinted his eyes:

   "What you said reflects what you think, should you always remember this?"

  Jen's brows tightened imperceptibly.

  "Tell me, Lord Jen, why did you mention Dagori Moss at the battle banquet last night?"

   Thales spoke softly, but his words were sharp:

   "Unless you knew it well at that time-Moss is dead, and you are just testing me between the lines."

  Jane stood up gently, smiled and offered the silver plate back to the priest:

  "Thyls..."

  But regardless of the prince, the silver plate in his hand fell to the ground with a thud, which shocked many people.

  The Duke of South Bank had to smile apologetically. He took the prince’s dinner plate and handed it gently to the priest before returning to his seat.

   "So, Xiao Huahua, you have a ghost in your heart, but even if you knew it early, you pretended to finish the battle banquet pretentiously and pretended to hide the news from me that Moss was dead."

   Thales endured the unhappiness in the words:

  "You even told the prisoners to cover their tracks, including changing the time of the crime to zero, just to not arouse my suspicion, and thus confuse me into believing: Dagori did indeed die by ordinary suicide or vendetta?"

  Jenn took a deep breath and smiled in response to every believer who walked past him and offered silver platter to the priest.

"why?"

  Tels gritted his teeth tightly:

   "Dagory Moss, what reason does he have to die?"

  The last believer returned to his seat, the master priest's serious expression relaxed, and he smiled and announced the end of the sacrament ceremony.

  The distinguished believers are all here, the quiet and solemn atmosphere is broken, and the voice of conversation and greetings one after another.

   "It's ridiculous."

  For the first time, Jayne hits back at Thales coldly:

"Moss is a renegade, doing things for me, but using my resources to steal money that belongs to me. Even as a businessman, he is also a scumbag. Since entering the wine business, he has been abducted and deceived countless people, so he was not enough to die. Pity."

   While no one was paying attention, the Duke gave him a hard look:

   "And the last time you got involved with him, it was just a mess for nothing, so why bother?"

   "This is not my question just now," Thales didn't take him anymore. "What I asked was: last night, why did you kill him?"

  Jane's expression changed.

  He stood up abruptly, startled a few guests who were preparing to greet the Duke.

   "This is not a place to talk," Duke Iris glanced at Thales, "Come with me."

  After speaking, Jane turned and left, with a gloomy face along the way, nodding his head in greetings to others, and did not answer.

  Tels snorted coldly, stood up and followed, without fear.

  Now, everyone saw that there was another problem between the two dukes.

Faced with two equally bad auras of different degrees, no one dared to come forward and talk to each other. Even the demon twins shrank back in whispers, raised their hand fans, and turned out the back—"Kasakina , Add the head and count Cohen; if you eliminate disasters, you will be able to live a safe life."

The believers in the temple began to whisper cautiously again. Amid the noise, a few vague words could be faintly heard, such as "enemies from sisters", "brothers' mistakes", "to bully men and women", " The barbarians of the north" Ah or something...

Thales followed Jaen up to the second floor of the temple. The latter pushed open a door. Inside there was a private and noble confession room—two wooden cubicles connected by sound-transmitting panels, Jaen. Without hesitation, he opened the door of one of the compartments.

Thales frowned, fanning away the pungent smell-one with sparse hair and ruddy face, exuding a rich sunset from top to bottom. The priest sat comfortably in the cubicle with a big belly. The ground contains the metal hose in his hand, vomiting mist.

   "Chadwi?"

  The rich priest who was smoking was probably in his fifties. He opened his eyes in shock when he heard the words, jumped up from the confession room and bumped his head against the door panel.

   "Ah, Lord Duke! Your Royal Highness!"

  Priest Chadvi burst into tears with pain, but he couldn’t take care of a lot. He looked flustered and hurriedly stuffed the hookah into his robe:

   "My one is... is preparing for a later confession, and needs to enter a state of absolute rationality and calm..."

  But Jane was not polite, and pulled him out of the confession compartment:

   "Go out, guard the door, don't let anyone come near."

  Chadwei held a hookah in his arms, a little confused:

   "But I will confess to the nobles in a while..."

  "From now on, you have confessed to the Duke of South Bank and the Second Prince. Isn’t that enough?" Jane said coldly, "Other people, let them go to another confession room."

  Chad Wei was stunned for a long time. He looked at Jen, then at Thales, and finally at the small confession compartment. Suddenly, he was blessed to his soul and suddenly realized.

  He was no longer nervous, but shook his belly, showed off the hookah openly, and smiled evilly:

   "Well, Lord Duke, the goddess of sunset won't forgive us for cheating, unless..."

  Tyles narrowed his eyes.

"Go out, now, Chadvi," but Jane's face remained unchanged, but his tone was colder: "The Goddess of Sunset will forgive you for the good thing about peace with Mrs. Thor, and will not let her son know about it, let alone let him do it for his dead father. Fame comes to you for a duel of life and death."

  The Chadvi priest instantly petrified.

   "Huh?" Jen raised his eyebrows.

  The next second, the Priest Chadwe who reacted, crawled out of the room and slammed the door shut.

  Thyls was a little surprised:

   "That fellow, is Chadvi a priest or a priest? Hey, have I met him somewhere..."

  But Jen just snorted and sat in the compartment on one side.

  There was coming and going, so Thales gave a cold snort, opened the door of another confession compartment, slapped the smell of smoke, and sat down in the darkness in the compartment.

  "I can talk now—"

  But before Thales finished speaking, the figure in the other compartment shook.

  Just listen to Jane slap open the compartment door, then came to Thales’s compartment, opened the door and squeezed in.

  "Go to the side." The Duke said coldly.

"Hey!"

  Tyers was pushed aside by Jayne and gritted his teeth:

  "Isn't there a vacancy over there..."

  "Smoke smells." Jane's eyes were unhappy, and his words were concise.

   Thales was startled.

  "People who smoke, shouldn't be afraid of the smell of smoke anymore?"

  "People who have been poor shouldn’t be afraid of being poor anymore, right?"

  Talston is speechless.

  So, the Duke of Xinghu and the Duke of South Bank angrily squeezed into the small warning compartment, glaring in the dark—to listen to each other's snort.

   "I didn't kill him."

  Jane gritted his teeth and said: "I didn't kill Dagori Moss, or instruct others to kill him."

   Thales disdainfully shook his head:

   "Come on, I'm here, what's the point of quibbling—"

  Jane's breathing increased:

   "For the sake of the sunset, I swear by Kevin Deere's surname! When the prison people reported this news, Thales Canxing, I was as shocked as you!"

   Thales's speech was stagnant.

  Only listen to the anger of the Duke of South Bank in the dark;

"Dagory Moss may be the chess piece of Secret Science, but he is already in my prison and is at my disposal. Why should I do this? Kill him in the prison, and then come back and make up excuses with you. Trouble?"

   Thales frowned, thinking a little.

"But your people tampered with or even concealed the case, from the time to the scene, from the suspect to the facts, including Cacquire's report," the prince said systematically, "they turned a murder case into a suicide case. Go on-Moss is not an ordinary criminal, they dare not do it privately, this can only be instructed by you."

   "That's right."

  This time, Jane generously admitted, without concealment:

   "In order to maintain stability."

   "Stable?" Thales smiled sarcastically.

"The wine merchant went to jail because of our contradictions. He was murdered and he would become the center of public opinion." Jann resisted his anger and explained patiently, "We can't and don't need to let this matter disturb the banquet and the jade celebration. The guests don’t need to know at the beginning."

   "Let’s lie to ghosts! Guests don’t need to know, but what about me? You even make up stories after the fact to cover up the truth just to get me? Vendetta? Bah!" Thales muttered.

   "That story is just for—"

   "Enough! Xiao Huahua, I'm tired of going around with you. Regarding the death of Dagori Moss, what on earth do you have to hide from me for a whole night?"

"you!"

   Thales nodded angrily: "Yes!"

  Zhan En angrily said: "No, you!"

"for me!"

   "No, no, no! I mean, you, it's you!"

  Tels inexplicably: "What's wrong with me?"

  Jane became angry for a while.

  He took a deep breath and raised his index finger: "No—I mean, because of you! Because I am worried that it is you!"

   Thales was taken aback:

   "What? Worry about what is me?"

  Jean took a few breaths and finally stabilized his emotions.

   "Well, this is the end of the matter, I will ask directly."

  He turned to Thales in the dark, with indifferent eyes:

   "Dagory Moss, did you kill him, Thales?"

Ah?

  I killed it?

  Tels was taken aback:

"what?"

  Jane snorted coldly:

   "Did your people kill it? Or did you instruct your subordinates or someone outside the palace to go to prison and kill him?"

   Thales reacted and angrily denied:

   "What are you talking about-of course not!"

  "Do you know it beforehand? At least at the banquet?" Jen was suspicious and pressed on.

   "No! This should be my question for you!"

  Jen sneered sarcastically.

  "Then you, or your ‘good friends’ in the secret, are there any conspiracy plans that revolve around the death of Moss to deal with me?"

  My "good friends"...

  The image of the round-faced girl appeared in front of her eyes, and Telston suffocated.

"I do not understand what you are saying."

  In the darkness, Jen was silent for a while.

   "Huh, even if you want to," the Duke of South Bank said in a cold voice, with disdain, "You are so foolish and stupid...and you don't look like you can help the Kingdom's secret branch conspiracy."

"you-"

  Tyles tried his best to stabilize his emotions by relying on the crime of the prison river:

   "Wait, you mean, you are hiding from me because you suspect me?"

  "Last night was a banquet for the battle, which was highly anticipated," said Jane as he should have no doubt, "As I said, if your father wants to do it, that is a good opportunity."

   "As for me, I can't be too suspicious and careful."

  Tels exhaled in disbelief:

   "So you even suspect me, think I did the death of Dagori?"

   "Nonsense, that wine merchant took the initiative to look for you, Your Royal Highness!"

  Jean is not very angry, and scolds:

"You brought him into the city! It was you who came to tell me that he was from the secret department! He was in jail and you are still interrogating him! So, of course, when Dagori Moss was strangely in the feast of the battle. When my son died unexpectedly, yes, I have ten thousand reasons, and the first one should doubt you!"

  Thyls gasped in anger:

   "I—did you **** brainstorm?"

  But Jayne did not show any weakness:

"Don't forget, you are a **** star! Who knows if you did it? Or someone who is in the same camp as you did it? Who knows if you are going to get into trouble about this at the banquet? Are you ready? What conspiracy I caught off guard? Who knows if Moss' death was the butcher knife, and you happen to be the one who held the knife!"

"I?"

  Tyles took a deep breath and looked around with anger, but only saw darkness.

   "I stood by your side last night and analyzed the possible conspiracy between my father and the Kingdom Secret Division together with you! Vigilant and vigilant all night! Until the end of the banquet!"

  Jen sarcastically said:

   "Yes, undercover agents and spies will do the same. I promise to be more like that than you!"

  Thyls was extremely angry and laughed:

   "And we even discuss the weaknesses of the Emerald City together-well, even if you have questions and doubts, you could have asked me directly!"

   "Ask you? What can I ask you? "Hey, Thales, happy battle feast, did you just kill anyone?""

   "You can at least try!"

   Thales angrily said: "Are you a dumb? Even'Faceless Cork' has at least an open mouth to use! My dumb men can use sign language!"

   "Can I try?"

  Jean obviously got angry too, he no longer cared about etiquette in the cubicle:

   "Yes, I can, of course I can! But I choose not to try-because you can't!"

   "What? I can't?"

  The Duke of South Bank shakes his hand with hatred:

"Oh, stop pretending to be garlic, Thales, we have been fighting for seven years, and I know you too well-if I smile at the battle feast, tell you this lightly, tell you that Moss is dead, tell you Your good toy, good wine merchant, was destroyed and lost... Isn't that the first to doubt me that the sympathy is overflowing, the sense of justice is excessive, or the enthusiastic saint who pretends to be hypocritical like Prince Thales?"

"I-"

  "Isn’t it the first to suspect that I was guarding and stealing, that I was cruel, that I was a thief calling for a thief, and that I secretly killed Moss?"

"you-"

"Don't you come to Xingshi with upright and indignation to inquire about sins, and ask me what is going on—just like just now, throwing a plate in public in the Temple of Setting Sun, showing me a look? And like now, indiscriminately, Swear at me?"

   "Jean Kevin Deere," Thales tried to adjust his breathing, gritting his teeth bit by bit, "You tm mean it?"

  "It's more than your height!"

   "Worri You—"

   "And last night was the feast of competition, the opening of the jade celebration! Kevin Deere's century-old tradition!"

  Jane was angry:

  "Who knows if a well-known troublemaker like you, a famous catastrophe, will ruin my banquet, my ancestors have never had a banquet for generations!

"Who knows if you suddenly got a mental disorder, throwing a sword in public like at a royal banquet,'Did you bring it?' Kidnapping and extorting criminals rushing into the palace to rebel? Even in front of all the guests at the banquet, there is a big mess that is difficult for anyone to clean up—'No, everyone in the Emerald City will judge, Jon is good or bad, yes It wasn't you who broke the cute and poor little wine merchant male pet on my bed!'?"

  Jane learned Thales while holding his throat. The effect is both funny and ridiculous, but it is a pity that the Duke of Xinghu himself is not among the audience that can appreciate it.

   "I am not—what a joke!"

   Thales angrily beat the door panel:

   "You know I won't do that, let alone say that, and won't ruin your banquet!"

"No, I do not know!"

  Jen vigorously refuted:

   "But even if I know it, I don't know if anyone else will!"

"other people?"

"Yes! I don't know if other people, such as your father, have any successors! I don't know if the Kingdom's Secret Division will be in the middle of it, using your temper and personality to make a fuss, and provoke calculations without you even knowing about it. Trouble-who dare to say that it will not be like this? Do you dare to say? Do you know? Can you guarantee it?"

  Thyls is still angry:

   "But if you come to me, tell me the truth, I can at least guarantee—"

  "You tm is just a poor ghost prince who has no power, no roots, no foundations and is rejected by his father, and whose **** is bigger than his head, you can guarantee a fart!"

  "You—yes, I am poor! But I have the bargaining chip, I have the support of my subordinates, and they can maintain the scene, at least we can guarantee..."

"Oh, your subordinate? The one who came to the main hall shamelessly every day to grab the free high-priced clear spring drink in Tairenbang, and then went to have fun with the dudes, and every time he had to pay for it, he would come back to Ashford. Is it Danny Doyle the bill?"

   "You—he, D.D. He just... don't just stare at him!"

  Tyers and Jane finished the round, the topic was a little bit off, and the roar was a little tired. In addition, the air in the confession compartment was dull. Both of them were panting and could not help but cease the war tacitly.

  Several seconds later, Jen finally passed his breath.

   "So, it's about the traditions of the entire Emerald City and the face of Kevin Deere, as well as the safety and rule of Iris."

  He bluntly and honestly:

"I was at the banquet. The safest and most reliable method I could think of at the time was to suppress the death of Moss and turn it into an ordinary suicide case—when everyone didn’t know it, no one cared. , And no one can use it to make a fuss, including our enemies."

   Thales could not help but sneered:

   "You mean to include me?"

   "I said, this is for the overall situation, for stability! The facts have also proved that this was successful, and everything was normal that night!"

  Jane reiterated repeatedly, gritted his teeth:

   "I was going to tell you afterwards, in a more secure and rational way, instead of you arbitrarily..."

"Oh, of course, let Caguire come to tell me afterwards that Moss was just killed by a few debt gangsters seeking revenge? And I don't have to worry about it anymore, just go back to the room and sleep-it's really safe again. Reasonable!"

   Thales yelled again:

   "If it weren't for me, who was determined and persistent to pursue the investigation, would you be prepared to treat me as a fool and keep in the dark, and wait until the catastrophe is imminent before pushing me out to block the knife?"

  Jane heard this, snorted disdainfully, waved his hand:

   "Sure enough, my guess was fulfilled. Look at you, the temper of the kid who has been snatched from the lollipop-how do you expect me to believe you?"

   "Return the original words!"

   Thales bitterly said:

  "Since you think of me as a fool, you'd better prepare to be annoyed to death by the child's temper! Friendly reminder, the last person who had the child's temper was called Charman Lun—"

boom!

   There was a loud noise, and the compartment door of the confession room was opened.

  In the next second, a monster with moist red whiskers rushed to the door, opened a huge slime mouth to the shocked two people, and made a disgusting sucking sound:

  "窸窸窣窣~"

  At the moment of his death, Jane roared and grabbed the monster’s face and pulled its skin off:

"roll!!"

  咚!

   With a muffled noise, Jane threw the monster skin on his hand to his feet, glaring at the confused, round-faced freckled girl in front of him.

  Time seems to have stopped.

  Several seconds later, Hille Kevin Deere blinked, lowered her head indifferently, and picked up the wet leather case:

   "Well, this is a sucker, it is said that it was a long time ago..."

   "Fuck off! Don't understand!" Jayne was still angry and interrupted her with a big drink.

  Hile shrugged, a little helpless.

   "Well, what are you doing so fiercely, alas, it was finally brought in."

  She grabbed the sucker’s holster, crumpled it into a ball and stuffed it under the skirt, turned and left: “Alas, when you encounter a boring audience who doesn’t appreciate and doesn’t want to cooperate, there’s no way...”

  Before leaving, Hille glanced at Thales reluctantly:

   "Forget it, the performance can't be successful every time."

   Seeing Hille swaying out of the room, Duke Iris grunted and closed the door of the confession compartment.

   "The wild girl who lacks discipline!"

  Jen cursed bitterly and turned his head:

   "Anyway, we are now—you, what are you doing in the corner?"

  Under the strange gaze of the Duke of South Bank, Thales slowly straightened up his waist and raised his head, wiped the sweat on his face, expressionless:

  "Tie shoelaces."

  (End of this chapter)