There's definitely something wrong with this murder mystery game-Chapter 832 - 700: Wish_2
Chapter 832 -700: Wish_2
After saying that, he seemed to be in a hurry, turning around and leaving the bedroom with his entourage.
…
The butler escorted him outside the castle.
Normally, the messenger should have stayed at the Silver Castle during this period, but he declined the request, opting instead to settle at the City-state Post Station.
After returning to the post station.
The messenger dismissed everyone else, took another look at the Silver Shield Crest, and then pulled out a golden laurel leaf badge from his bosom.
He pressed his fingertip blood onto the badge, and a Magic Rune flashed past, lighting up the badge with a glow.
“My lord, I’ve obtained the Silver Shield Crest.”
The messenger spoke to the badge, meticulously recounting everything from entering The North to arriving at the Silver Castle, including the Duke of Silver’s condition and the latter’s reactions.
Although he couldn’t pry any information.
He could still convey everything he heard and saw in detail.
…
…
After the messenger left.
The entire Silver Castle quietly shut its doors and windows.
The Duke of Silver, carrying a chill, looked at the butler standing aside: “Did you notice any suspicious movements around the castle when I reviewed the troops last night?”
“Duke, we have not,” the butler said with a frown.
“What about inside the city?”
“Neither.”
“If you can’t find that traitor before tonight, I’ll treat you as the traitor.”
“…”
The butler’s face was filled with helplessness.
After the Duke of Silver said this with a cold face, he got up, took the armor and fur coat from the rack, and walked toward the window.
On the spacious outdoor turret, a black shadow with flapping wings descended, and its silver-gray beastly pupils looked into the bedroom through the partially closed curtains.
Then it met the gaze of Xu Shuo, who was standing by the window.
The Snow Sculpture cocked its head.
At this moment, the Duke of Silver came over and drew back the heavy window doors with his hand.
The cold air poured into the bedroom in an instant; the flames in the fireplace, burning with wood, flickered a few times but stood firm in the cold wind.
“Jiao~”
The Snow Sculpture called out softly.
Xu Shuo looked at the Duke of Silver.
The latter said, “It should have been only him sent from the Royal Capital, but when the messenger came to the castle, a ten-person squad had gone to the Far North Mountain Range and had encountered the Silver Shield Legion stationed at the foot of Aige Peak.”
Xu Shuo pondered: “Have they returned?”
The Duke of Silver shook his head: “Not yet, it seems they knew in advance that the messenger would get the Silver Shield Crest, so they waited there for the messenger’s arrival.”
After saying this, the Duke of Silver paused.
Watching the young man think, he asked, “So when will you act on your end?”
Xu Shuo smiled: “Let’s wait till everyone gathers at the foot of the Far North Mountain Range before we act, it’s best to catch them all in one fell swoop to avoid any slip-ups.”
Hearing this, the Duke of Silver did not continue to ask about his exact plans.
If it doesn’t work out, just go for a chaotic slaughter.
…
In the afternoon.
The insider who leaked information was found out.
Located in a corner of the City-State, backed by Snow Ridge, the Martial Training Ground was set up along the city wall, so that normal nighttime training wouldn’t disturb the city inside.
With no floors or buildings covering the surroundings of the city wall, everything was clearly visible.
Therefore, if the informant was not a spy from outside the castle, then it must be someone from inside the castle.
Moreover, the informant seemed to accurately report that it was the Duke of Silver at the Martial Training Ground last night.
Unless the informant knew the Duke of Silver was not gravely injured.
The butler investigated internally and pulled out a maid.
“Duke…”
The maid knelt on the ground with a pale face, her forehead pressed against the thickly carpeted floor, trembling all over, not daring to lift her head.
The Duke of Silver looked at her expressionlessly: “I remember you are Old Ison’s granddaughter; before Old Ison passed away, he sent you here.”
The maid’s back stiffened, probably never expecting that the Duke might remember her.
“I would like to know, where the Silver Castle wronged you, or what benefits the other side offered you, that made you willing to take such a risk to betray me,” the Duke of Silver asked in a calm tone.
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“I didn’t… My lord…”
The maid suddenly raised her head, but upon meeting those icy silver-gray eyes, she couldn’t utter another word of defense and suddenly felt an overwhelming chill.
At that moment, she looked to the side and realized there was someone else in the study room.
Beyond that, there were no others present.
The butler who had brought her here was also not there.
The cold wind from The North blew in through the turret.
The maid shivered, knowing that there might no longer be any room for maneuver in this situation, that she had already been condemned.
This was not an interrogation, but a mere declaration.
Upon realizing this, the maid’s emotions suddenly erupted.
With red eyes and gritted teeth, she exclaimed, “I don’t want to stay in this place anymore! I don’t want to be forever in this place of endless snow and ceaseless war!”
The Duke of Silver paused at this.
It seemed that her emotions were genuine, not feigned or for evading guilt.
He looked into the maid’s eyes: “So you want to leave here?”
The maid also looked at him: “Yes, I want to leave!”
“I understand,” said the Duke of Silver expressionlessly, “but why would you rather trust outsiders than believe that your lord of these Northern lands, who has nourished you for generations, will take you away after this incident?”
The maid bit her lip, tears streaming down.
“You won’t… You’ll only let yourself leave…”
The Duke of Silver was slightly taken aback.
He looked at the maid, meeting her light gray eyes.
She, too, possessed the quiet Elf Bloodline, a native of The North.
