Chapter 629: The Fearful Person

"They died in the room?" Rukland-Ste suspected that he was hallucinating, and frowned, "Say it again, who died?"

"My lord, it's Mr. Prana and that lord, they're dead." The heavy armored knight glanced up at him secretly, and said cautiously.

Rukland-Ste was stunned. He suddenly wondered if the armored knight in front of him came here to play tricks on him. If Prana was dead, he could accept it, but that "Master" was more than How can a master who is still strong in the Great Bright King die here? In the entire outer wall area, who can kill him?

Could it be someone from the inner wall area? Suddenly, such a thought flashed through his mind, and with a shudder, he said to the armored knight in a deep voice, "Are you sure?"

"It's true!" the armored knight bowed his head.

Rukland-Ste's expression changed slightly, he immediately got up, and said, "Take me to have a look."

The armored knight hurriedly stood up and led the way ahead.

After a while, the two came to room 108 in the underground passage. At this moment, this underground world has been blocked, and Luklan-Ste's secret army is guarding all the gates. Rukland-Ste pushed open the room, and immediately smelled a bloody smell and the sound of sobbing. He sank in his heart, looked up, and suddenly saw several of his cronies standing in the room, Protect the scene.

And on the floor of the room, lay two corpses, namely the Prana sent by him and the lord's personal attendant.

His face changed slightly, and he said in a deep voice, "Where's his body?"

"My lord, here it is." A middle-aged man with a scar on his face pointed in a low voice.

Ruklan Studd hoped to hear the word "no" from his mouth, but when he saw the direction he was pointing, his heart was completely cold. He saw a lot of blood spreading on the ground on the other side of the big bed, and Messy pieces of meat, and dismounted arms, like a killing field. He walked over slowly, and suddenly saw a messy limb lying on the ground, only the clothes were familiar to him, even the face was cut and turned out, completely blurred.

Even though he is well-informed and has witnessed hundreds of crimes committed by the evil members of the dark church, he was also disgusted by this scene and wanted to vomit. This is no longer a corpse on the ground, but a dead body. A pile of flesh and blood, and obviously man-made flesh and blood, it is hard to imagine how much pain, fear, and despair the deceased suffered during their lifetime!

He took a deep breath, only to feel the smell of blood flowing in his chest, making him nauseous.

He raised his hand to pinch his chin,

By the way, he covered his nose, turned around slowly, and the thoughts in his mind were spinning rapidly. Judging from the clothes and the mechanical watch on the severed hand, the deceased was undoubtedly that adult! But, who would be the one who could kill that lord?

To kill him in such a cruel way, there must be an unimaginable deep hatred. Could it be that the enemy he offended in the inner wall area came to the door? Will his enemy turn his anger on me?

Thinking of this, he felt chills, and felt that the surroundings were suddenly full of danger, full of invisible dark arrows and knives.

"He's dead, and he deserves it!" Luklan Ster took a deep breath, glanced at the people around him, squinted and said, "How long has he been dead? How did the murderer sneak into our Luklan family and find here?" To assassinate him?"

Several people around looked at each other, unable to answer.

But they knew that the master already suspected that there was a ghost in the family.

Ruklan Stern slowly glanced at the expressions of several people, and then shifted his gaze to the trembling children on the big bed next to him. Naturally, he didn't suspect that there were ghosts in his subordinates who could kill this adult Why do people need the support of ghosts? He was just worried that the man did not leave, but was still mixed in with his knight team.

"You've been here all this time?" Rukland-Steel asked the children.

He has long been familiar with the special hobbies of that adult, including these children, he ordered someone to find him.

Several children looked at him with black and white eyes, their faces full of fear.

Rukland-Ste frowned slightly, turned around and said: "These children are witnesses, they must have seen the whole process of the murderer's crime, take them down, ask what the murderer looks like, remember, don't scare them anymore, otherwise They're mentally broken and can't ask anything."

"Yes." The former middle-aged man nodded.

"Also." Ruklan Stotter said in a deep voice, "Don't say anything about this matter, if you spread half a word, you are responsible!"

"Yes." Several people said in unison.

"Father!" At this moment, an urgent voice suddenly came from outside, and a young man with brown hair ran in quickly.

Ruklan Stern looked at the son's unsightly brown hair, frowned, and said, "What's the matter?"

The young man hurriedly said: "Father, I found two witnesses, they should know some clues."

"Oh?" Rukland Stern's eyes lighted up, and he said, "Bring them here quickly."

The young man continued: "Father, I have already tortured them. These two people told the situation at that time. According to the time when the crime happened, they happened to pass by outside when the crime happened. They were about to go outside for a gamble. I met a man in the village, the man's face was covered with blood, which frightened the two of them, but they didn't think much about it at the time, thinking that the man had played with some slave, and it was too much, but later found out that a man died here Big shot, so they think about that guy, and they tell it to a good buddy of theirs, the guard, and the guard tells me."

Ruklan Stern was startled, and immediately said: "You mean, they ran into the murderer in the corridor?"

"That's right." The young man said: "The murderer was walking in a hurry and bumped into them, so they noticed the murderer's face."

Rukland-Ste immediately said: "Immediately find a painter and cooperate with the two of them to draw the murderer's face and publish it in the most wanted list of the Dark Holy See, so that the Dark Holy See can find the murderer for us."

The young man respectfully said: "Father, I have already asked an artist to draw it. This is the portrait of the murderer. I will send it to my elder brother immediately. He has a wide range of ways. Let him help publish it in the Dark Church."

Rukland-Ste did not expect that the son he hated the most would be so efficient. He had looked down on him before, so he immediately said, "Show me first."

The youth handed it over respectfully.

Rukland-Steel opened the portrait. It was an extremely realistic sketch portrait. The painting was lifelike. He took a look at it and suddenly felt that this person looked familiar. After looking carefully for a while, he suddenly thought of a person.

"Riley? That long-lost swordsmanship prodigy?" Ruklan Stotter had a look of surprise in his eyes, and took another look carefully, feeling more and more similar. However, this portrait is still somewhat different from the Riley he had seen, which should be due to the discrepancy between the dictation of the two witnesses and the artist's understanding.

"Is it just someone who looks similar? Riley, how could it be him, how could he kill him? Wait, Riley was once the Pope's favorite knight, and his disappearance has always been a mystery. Could it be that the Pope Deliberately arranged all of this to make him disappear, but actually secretly sent him to the inner wall area for further studies?" Rukland-St thought a little nervously, the Pope has the authority to enter the inner wall area, and he wants to send someone into the inner wall area District is not difficult!

If this is the case, isn't the Pope's disappearance also a layout and arrangement by the Pope?

And most importantly, why did the pope send him to assassinate this lord?

Could it be that he sensed the power of his secret management and prepared to deal with him?

Thinking of these many thoughts that came one after another, he felt a little fear in his heart, his brows tightened, and he thought about the purpose and nature behind this incident. As he thought about it, everyone in the room did not dare to disturb him, and fell into a dead silence. The frightened sobs of several children sounded low, but no one paid attention.