Chapter 457 Suspicious Clouds

"Fine sand and dried rose petals, these are the ingredients for 'sleep'!" Thomas gritted his teeth. "No wonder Mr. Azhi and my servants fell into a coma for no reason. The assassin is probably an arcane spellcaster!"

"Wait a minute! Although I'm not a mage, I have some understanding of arcane arts. The magic power limit of the first-level 'sleep spell' is very low. It stands to reason that it is impossible to stun a senior wanderer like Ah Zhi. He just yawned twice." Xiao Miao questioned.

Joan glanced at Catwoman, and said calmly: "Sister Meow, I'm afraid you don't know enough about arcane arts. Indeed, the 1st ring 'sleep' is not enough to hypnotize Ah Zhi, but the 3rd ring 'deep sleep' 'It's not the same, this spell is an all-round enhanced version of the 'sleep spell', and the casting materials used are exactly the same as the 'sleep spell', which are fine sand and dried rose petals."

Xiao Miao froze for a moment, and was about to ask questions, but was interrupted by Rebecca's cheers.

"He's awake! Little Jack is awake!"

Everyone gathered around Little Jack in a hurry, asking him who stabbed him and whether he saw the other person's appearance clearly.

Little Jack lay on the ground, rubbing his neck with lingering fear, and didn't speak until everyone quieted down.

"That bald man wanted to kill me."

"What bald?" Thomas asked in surprise.

"To be precise, it's the guy with receding hairline, the mage who hangs out with you during the day." Little Jack replied with a gloomy face.

"You mean Martin? This is nonsense!" Thomas froze as soon as he spoke, and looked back at Joan with difficulty, "It's strange to say, where is Martin?"

"He didn't come at all." Joan replied in a low voice, "There are only seven of us here, but he didn't come."

Without saying a word, Thomas rushed out of the woodshed, and ran back two minutes later, panting, with an ugly expression on his face.

"Martin is not in the guest room, and the servants don't know where he is."

"Sister Meow, just now you said that the murderer might be among us, does that include Martin?" Edward asked nonchalantly.

"I know what you are suspecting, but the existing evidence does not support your suspicion." Xiao Miao said solemnly, "There are footprints of the seven of us in the woodshed, except Martin's footprint!"

"That means Mr. Smith is not suspected of assassinating Little Jack, and in fact he has no motive for doing so." Rebecca said to herself.

"But how to explain the petals and fine sand falling on the ground?" Edward persisted in questioning, "Only eight of us know that Little Jack is being held here, and among all of us, only Martin can cast the 3-ring 'deep sleep'. "

"You can't suspect him just because of this, otherwise how can you explain that there is no trace of him at the scene?" Xiao Miao retorted.

"Haha..." Little Jack suddenly let out a strange laugh, "You idiots, don't you know that there is a third-level spell called 'Flying'?"

"What do you mean?" Thomas glared at Little Jack.

"No other meaning, just to remind you that our old friend, Mr. Martin, is not as honest as you think. He has made full preparations to kill me. Fortunately, I have a hard life, otherwise I would have no chance to tell him at this moment. You have revealed the truth!"

Little Jack seemed to be in a state of inexplicable excitement, his eyes were burning, and his smile was distorted.

He struggled to sit up, but found that his hands and feet were not in control, so he gave up angrily, and shouted at Ah Zhi: "Hey, white mouse! Although you were sleeping like a dead mouse at the time, the moment you were awakened by me , at least you should have seen the back of the assassin, right?"

Ah Zhi reluctantly nodded.

"Then did you see how he escaped from this room? Hee hee hee... Did he walk or fly?" Little Jack was overjoyed.

"It seems to have flown out." Ah Zhi replied reluctantly, "I vaguely remember that his feet didn't touch the ground, and his back was facing me, and he just floated away."

"Even if the assassin blesses the 'flying technique', it doesn't prove that he must be Mr. Smith?"

Rebecca doesn't want to believe

His companion who fought side by side turned out to be an assassin, a ghost.

"You guys, it's really ridiculous that you still refuse to face the reality." Little Jack yawned lazily, "For the sake of your entanglement, I will show kindness and provide another piece of evidence .”

"If you really have evidence, just tell it and don't go around in circles!" Thomas said angrily.

"That Martin, it's not the first time I've seen him."

"When we were on Wild Boar Island, he and another little mage...here, it's the tall and thin one opposite."

Martin pouted at Edward.

"The two of them broke into my hut, and I played tricks on them, and that guy Martin was so frightened that he sweated and wet his pants. I still remember the smell. "

Little Jack laughed dryly, and continued:

"You may not know that I have a very good nose, and I will never confuse the smells I have smelled. The person who tried to murder me tonight, although blessed with the "invisibility" and cast a spell to change his face, but he always Walking into this room, I immediately smelled a familiar smell, and immediately recognized him as the mage named Martin Smith!"

"So as soon as he showed the knife, I guessed that this guy must be coming towards me, and shouted desperately, and finally managed to wake up the white rat man who was hypnotized by the spell before he cut my neck. What happened later , I don’t need to say it, you all know it.”

"This guy's sense of smell is indeed better than that of a hound. He showed this characteristic when he hunted me down on Wild Boar Island." Edward said with a gloomy face.

"But why did Martin sneak into the woodshed in the middle of the night to assassinate little Jack? What was his reason for doing so?" Thomas asked wonderingly.

"Maybe it's for retaliation for the humiliation I received on Wild Boar Island, or maybe it's because..."

Edward paused for a moment, and finally expressed his conjecture.

"For the past eight years, Walter Lee has been abusing Martin. If I were Martin, I would definitely not be able to bear it now. I would have been fighting the 'Old Owl' for a long time."

"Yeah, no matter how cowardly a person is, there is a limit to swallowing his anger. When he is forced to the point where he can't bear it, he might explode with a more lunatic viciousness than a perverted killer like Little Jack." Thomas said quietly.

"According to what you said, it seems that Martin is not only the murderer who assassinated Little Jack, but also the murderer of Master Walter Lee. Isn't it good to make such an arbitrary decision?"

Rebecca's face was ugly.