No matter how long the night is, there will be dawn, but the chaos caused by Richard will not end because of dawn.

Perhaps after Richard and Ailolin left, someone touched this place for a quarter of an hour. He looked here and then, searched for it, and finally left with his head shrank and ran very fast, afraid of meeting someone.

Of course, he still ran into it, but he just happened to not see it and left quickly.

Then, the second, third, fifth, sixth, seventh, and eighth, more and more, all kinds of secret information and rumors began to spread secretly.

So, slightly dawn that day, Dekentel's law enforcement team was dispatched, and seven or eight people rode out of Dekentel in the morning cold wind, as if they were flying.

They came to this battlefield, saw the "earth" full of damage, and found the fired mining area. Finally, they found Ailolin's headless corpse several miles away.

So, an uproar was heard on the spot!

As an arcane civilization, in Netherel's law, arcaneists have a transcendent status, at least more transcendent than the so-called nobles.

Even if they make mistakes, they will not accept punishment from the mortal law. They must report to the Arcane Society and then the Arcane Society will be judged.

Knathirel has existed for countless years, and there has never been a law applicable to arcaneists. Most of the so-called Arcane Society’s judgments are remote and have a strong operating space.

Even as long as the interests of other arcane masters are not involved, many things can be taken care of easily.

But now, an arcane man died just like that, in the wilderness outside Dekentel, and he died so miserably!

This is no trivial matter!

Not to mention that the sheriff in charge of urban security and criminal investigation is extremely overwhelming, even the Arcane Society will inevitably send black-robed rulings.

Without giving accurate results, these black robes judges will not give anyone face.

Of course, it's over until now.

After all, it is just an arcane. The Arcane Tower cherishes every arcane, but it never lacks arcane.

It's nothing if you die.

But with the in-depth investigation of the matter, when Ailolin's identity was revealed, the "authorized letter" in the secret warehouse of the family was found and announced.

So, the whole of Dekentle was in an uproar.

Because of this suicide note, not to mention the new arcane masters, even the conservative nobles, they all think that they are the masterminds of other nobles.

Therefore, after a month of stalemate, the "new and old" conflict that had been somewhat eased was directly pushed to a climax this time.

This time, I no longer just talk or do anything.

This time, the city caused a stir, even the great arcane of this city, Dekentel Lauer, could no longer control it.

...

The third day, afternoon.

A team of people came again on this battlefield, led by a middle-aged man dressed as a law enforcement officer. He was strong and sharp in his eyes. He always swept around with vigilance. Everyone seemed to be looking at the prisoner again, but his eyes were extremely sharp and he had a strong sense of oppression.

Of course, among the group, he was not the most conspicuous, the most conspicuous was a man behind him.

He had messy black hair, thin face, and a pipe in his mouth. Even on the way to ride a horse, it was still sparking with sparks, and from time to time it sprayed out a smoke ring.

His nose was red and looked weird, as if he had been soaked in a wine jar for too long. He developed a rosacea. However, if he met someone who really knew what he was doing, he would probably guess that this man should be a mixed orc race of the Doug dog tribe.

What he was most peculiar was his eyes. His narrow eyes were covered with heavy bags around him. From time to time, he stared blankly in a certain direction, as if he was in a daze or thinking.

He was even more wearing an out-of-time gentleman outfit. He was supposed to be more capable of showing his body temperament, but he was slightly smaller. He was tied to his already thin body, making him even more weird.

And such people are in a group of law enforcement officers, which is extremely eye-catching.

They passed the outer blockade and then investigated by the garrison personnel and came to this battlefield again.

Everyone dismounted, and the weird man looked around and looked again and again, with a little excited expression and a little bit suppressing his excitement. He asked the middle-aged man who was obviously the leader of the law enforcement team on the side: "Quinn, why are you bringing me here? Don't you think the reasoning I'm talking about is nonsense?

A problem that can be solved by a 'retrospective technique' does not require a time-consuming and labor-consuming method like me?"

Quinn looked at the weird man with a funny expression, but also a little helpless: "Moss, tell me, what conditions do you need to help?"

Moss raised a finger without hesitation: "The house I live in now is about to expire, and I will renew my lease for one year!"

Quinn felt a little hurt, but said: "I understand, this fee will be paid by our law enforcement team."

Morse raised his second finger again: “I want to know how much I will get this time?

I think, if you don’t mention one hundred gold shields missing.”

"Are you robbing?"

"Hehe, chances are rare, chances are rare, you know, I'm very poor."

"Eighty, no more."

"Okay!" Moss agreed immediately, and then quietly raised his third finger.

However, this time, facing Quinn's cannibalistic eyes, he shrank his neck, smiled dryly and withdrew his fingers.

Quinn nodded with satisfaction, but said, "Moss, I agreed to the conditions, but you must solve the case in the shortest time. This time, my immediate boss, the chief sheriff.

The situation is bad for him, we have to be quick."

"Don't worry!" Morse nodded confidently, and seemed to remember something, and asked, "By the way, ask, why didn't you find an arcane to use the 'retrospective technique'?"

As soon as he said this, Quinn's eyes changed a little. He paused for a while before saying, "How do you know we haven't looked for it?"

In fact, we not only found more than one, but the last one was a legendary arcane master who was proficient in the school of prophecy.

What he used was not the 'retrospective technique', but the eight-ring arcane technique, and the 'time reappearance'."

Moss seemed to have guessed something and smiled and said, "Haha, is it that someone has been disturbed here?

It’s their colleagues who took action, don’t you want them to see some past scenes?

Otherwise, you don’t have to look for me.”

"No, you guessed it wrong this time. In fact, it was not a certain arcane who was interfering with the spell, but the legendary arcane of the Prophetic School saw something that should not be seen and suffered the backlash from the spell?"

"Things shouldn't be seen? What?"

"For example, the great arcanes in the floating city, the great gods, or some terrifying existences that are beyond his tolerance.

All these are possible, who knows, anyway, his magic has gone wild."

"Hold the grass, hold the grass, this, what are you saying? That, is that legendary arcane master dead?"

"Of course this is not dead, but I'm blind and I'm still lying in Olympiad for several days."

"...what, I've taken this task, can it be done?"

"What do you think?"

"I always feel like the eighty golden shield is a big loss?"

"It's one hundred and two, but I want twenty. And I only give you two days, so I have to give me an accurate result!"

"good!"

...

Morse's asking price is a bit higher, but he is professional in detecting cases. As a nearly pure blood human, he has a good talent for casting and is also a first-level arcane.

But he, an arcane, does not do his job properly, does not like to study knowledge and truth, but instead falls in love with the decryption of the case. To outsiders, this is naturally not a job properly, but it really means that I am happy to have money.

He actually got along with a group of law enforcement officers from the security team. After a few times, everyone was a little convinced by him.

This is also the reason why Quinn actually found him when he was helpless and was willing to pay a considerable price for it.

And Moss did not disappoint Quinn. He was crazy and walked around the entire battlefield, sometimes lying on the ground, sometimes leaping up, sometimes squatting in the deep pit and looking at it, sometimes leaping up to the sky, smelling it and smelling it.

From time to time, he was imitating something, as if different people were talking, and as if they were dancing and gestured.

That situation is no different from a madman, but Quinn looked at it very carefully, and he understood the ability of this person.

And if Amon is here, he will be amazed, because Mos is restoring the battle and simulating the process of the battle with various details. Although it is impossible to completely restore it, there are already five or six layers of similarity.

Then, along this clue, Moss extended up and down, went to the mine, and went to the crime scene of the headless corpse.

Because the mine was burned, almost all the clues were gone at this time. Moss could only visit the orc mine slaves and interrogate them one by one.

This is not easy, the workload is also high, and it takes a lot of time.

And when all this was connected and extended from this, Moss actually discovered something.

He found the most important physical evidence of the case, and found the heads of Ailolin and Ivan in the woods.

Yes, in this woods, Richard burned his mother's body and brought the heads of the two here as a sacrifice.

Then, at this point, a complete line was connected in front of Moss's eyes.

At this time, it was already two days later, and the time given by Quinn was almost up. Morse ran to the public security center with two heads in his arms.

Then, in the security office, in Captain Quinn's room, Morse excitedly put down his two heads and expressed his judgment.

"This is not a long-planned assassination, it's too hasty.

This is actually a revenge, an orc fighting against the arcane Ai Luolin, that's all."

Morse said firmly, but Quinn asked back: "Is there any evidence?"

Morse: "This is the evidence, the head is, isn't it very obvious?"
To be continued...