Chapter 488 Where Sin Breeds

"We need to arrest all the prisoners so that they will never dare to show up in Neverwinter again!"

Nightingale held Axia's shoulders and said loudly.

"Uh, it's... Lord Nightingale," Axia shrank back, "But I'm about to go to sleep now..."

"It's still early, let's think carefully about tomorrow's countermeasures," her eyes sparkled, "No one can escape our pursuit, not even the most cunning mouse! By the way, you don't need to call me Sir, The witches of the Alliance are accustomed to addressing each other as sisters."

"It's...Sister Nightingale."

Oh my god, A-Xia didn’t know why he, an ordinary citizen, suddenly wanted to arrest criminals. Isn’t that what the patrol team should do? And after returning from His Highness the Prince's study, Lord Nightingale... No, Sister Nightingale has been very excited. She has said the words "to catch the prisoner" over and over again several times.

It seems that she is indeed a brave witch who hates evil. Axia sighed in her heart, but... can she really do anything to help her?

Thinking of this, she asked cautiously, "What should we do? I have never caught a prisoner."

"It is my mission to catch the murderer," Nightingale said, patting her chest. "All you have to do is recreate the murder scene and let everyone see who the real murderer is!"

"Are you talking about recreating the moment when the prisoner took action?" Axia hesitated, "But how can I know when the other party took action?"

"Uh-" Nightingale paused, "That's right. How many times can you use your abilities in a day?"

"I have been practicing with Sister Wendy for a week, and I have been able to use it four times now, but this should be the limit," Axia said frustratedly, "My magic power is very limited. If I want to extend the illusion time, the number of times has to be reduced. In addition, the time cannot exceed two days, otherwise the magic power consumption will increase significantly."

"What about the duration?"

"Half, half a quarter of an hour."

"Well...it's not enough." Nightingale walked back and forth beside the bed. "It would be troublesome if the prisoner was not included in the reappearance of the moment." She thought for a while, "If the duration is reduced, can it be done? How many more times should you try?”

"It should be possible...but I don't know if it can be done," A-Xia muttered in a low voice. "Sister Wendy said that as long as you control the magic power accurately, you can control the display time of the ability at will, but every time I use magic power, I always feel It runs very fast."

"It's a pity that Count Speer is not here," she looked regretful. "In this case, let's estimate a time and try our luck."

"Try...try your luck?"

"Well!" the other party said with a smile, "I've always been lucky! Otherwise, I wouldn't have met His Highness Roland." At this point, her tone suddenly dropped again, "...it's a pity that it's a few days late."

Can that be called luck? There seemed to be a voice shouting in Axia's heart, no matter how hard it looked, this luck was unreliable! Not to mention a few days later, even half an hour at night, my ability will be meaningless... Wow, will the prisoner be successfully caught tomorrow?

"Okay, go to sleep." The nightingale blew out the candle, and the night suddenly poured in from the window and filled the room.

"Yes," she responded with her head lowered, climbed onto the big bed, and instantly felt herself surrounded by a layer of soft quilts.

God, is this the bed used by nobles? It was a bit too comfortable. A-Xia buried her head in the pillow without any peculiar smell, feeling the slight curvature of her body, and her whole body relaxed. After a while, a deep sleep came over her.

I wonder if the witch living in His Highness's castle can also have such a comfortable bed and quilt? If you sleep on it every day, I'm afraid you won't want to get up in the morning...

While she was dazed, she heard the whisper of a nightingale beside her.

"I am his shield..."

Then Axia fell into sleep.

…

At dawn the next day, she was awakened by a nightingale.

"Get up quickly, it's time for us to go out." The other party said energetically.

"yes……"

Axia reluctantly got out of bed, put on her coat, and followed Nightingale down to the first floor of the castle. In the hall, a tall brown man was walking back and forth. When he saw the two men appearing, he immediately came forward to greet them, caressed his chest and saluted, "Hello, I am Reinmed, Earl of Elk. I am here under the orders of His Highness." Wait. You must be Lord Nightingale, I wonder who this is..."

"Axia, my assistant." Nightingale raised her head slightly, "She is also a witch."

"Is that so?" The other party looked a little surprised, but quickly nodded to A-Xia, "That's great. With your help, the prisoner will have nowhere to hide."

"Where are your manpower?"

"They are all on standby outside the castle."

"Good, let them wait a little longer, I haven't had breakfast yet."

"Of course, please use it slowly."

Axia stared at the two of them intently until Nightingale turned around and walked towards the dining room, then she hurriedly followed. Oh my god, was that really Sister Nightingale just now? She had never seen the other party look so majestic - no, majestic was not the correct word, but a condescending aura, as if she was also a noble.

That is definitely not something you can see on civilians.

And the other party is an earl! He is still an extremely young earl. If he were placed in Golden Spike City, he would definitely be the most perfect person in a woman's mind. If she were herself, she would be too nervous to speak in front of him, but Nightingale didn't seem to care about this at all, and actually kept him waiting.

"Isn't this not good?" Axia carefully asked the worries in her heart.

"Don't worry, His Highness said that nobility is just a title in his territory, and the Earl can't eat you up in one bite." Nightingale smiled, "Besides, the Security Bureau is a department with a higher status than the City Hall. I am His boss, why can’t you let him wait for me?”

Axia suddenly felt that the figure of the woman in front of him had become unattainable.

After breakfast, the group left the castle and headed to the location of the incident - just last night, another victim died at home, but this time the location was at the junction of North Street and West Street.

"The fourth one has happened," Nightingale frowned, "and the location is also moving westward."

"This shows that if the murderer notices that he always commits crimes in the same neighborhood, the communication effect is not that ideal," Renn nodded. "After all, the Rat Organization no longer exists."

Not long after walking into a muddy alley, the police officer leading the way stopped in front of a dilapidated wooden house and said, "Sir, this is it."

Asia followed Nightingale into the wooden house, and her heart skipped a beat.

I saw a man lying on his back on the floor, his neck had been cut open, and blood was flowing all over the floor. On the wall facing the door, there was a dark red cross-crown mark painted on it, and the strong smell of blood hit his nostrils.

"Ugh..." She covered her mouth so hard that she almost vomited. (To be continued.)