Chapter 169

"Your Highness Alsace, can I take a look?" Orson came to Alsace and asked softly.

"Yes." Alsace nodded, and then led Orson to the carriage.

At this moment, the two horses pulling the carriage were frightened and broke away from their reins to escape, leaving only one frame of the carriage.

Before he even got close, Orson smelled a strong smell of blood.

When he opened the curtain, the scene in front of him was even more horrifying.

The noble and exquisite log carriage was now covered with blood. Francois was staring at the door of the carriage. From his chest to his abdomen, a huge wound of more than 20 centimeters revealed the cause of his death.

Looking at his face, Orson could still vaguely recall the man who ignored Mary's plea for help at the banquet that night and even kicked her away.

"Alas." The complicated emotions finally turned into a sigh.

However, I don’t know who he was sighing for.

Chapter 73: Poor Child (4K)

Francois's death has huge political implications.

Although he was not without an heir, after his death, his son Henry would legally inherit the title.

But his son is only fourteen years old now. Although he is not a child who knows nothing, he is completely incapable of governing. His wife also died of an illness a few years ago. According to legal principles, he should now be His only immediate relative was Mary the Regent.

But Mary was dead, too.

This means that power will be obtained by collateral families.

It also drew a clear line between the assassination party and the Antica side.

If Mary is still alive, then Mary has the motive to organize the assassination, but now even if Francois dies, the rule of the Duke of Orleans is completely different from his family.

Orson lowered the car curtain and turned back to look at Alsace.

"Your Highness, are Duke Francois's guards very weak?"

"Not really." Arthas shook his head. "Most of Duke Francois's guards are sixth-level elites, and the guard captain is a seventh-level existence. If the assassin wants to attack him, even an eighth-level assassin cannot do it in such a short period of time. Break through the defense line of the guards within a short time and assassinate Duke Francois..."

"Unless the assassin himself is stronger, or there is more than one person who assassinated the Duke, right?" Orson asked instead.

"..."

At this moment, Odysseus arrived at the scene accompanied by Elsa, and he walked up to the two of them.

"Alsace, you should be responsible for the security of the imperial city, right?" Odysseus said, questioning Alsace.

"Yeah." Alsace nodded.

"One of the most noble men in the empire was assassinated here in broad daylight." Odysseus said and touched his neck.

"This makes me very worried about whether my head will be preserved tomorrow."

"...I'm sorry, father, I was negligent." Of course Arthas heard the dissatisfaction in Odysseus' words and quickly knelt down on one knee to apologize.

"It's not me you should apologize to, it's the Tulus family." With that said, Odysseus pointed to the carriage, and then looked at Elsa beside him.

"Elsa, I'll leave this matter to you, how to detect it specifically."

"As you command." Elsa nodded after hearing the words.

"As for Alsace, what do you want to do?"

"Father, what do you mean?"

"Now you have two options. You can choose to lead your troops south and temporarily get through this public opinion storm, because if something like this happens, someone will inevitably accuse you. You can use the war to acquit yourself and make meritorious service, which can be regarded as a diversion."

"Or, resign from your position, go back to the palace and stay behind closed doors, and then come out after the discussion is over. What do you choose?"

"..." Alsace was silent for a long time, and then loosened his tight fists.

"Father, I am the one to blame for allowing assassins to sneak into the city to carry out assassinations. Please remove me from my position."

"Is this your choice?" Odysseus heard this and nodded.

"It seems,

You're not just interested in the military, Arthas. "After saying this, Odysseus passed him and came to the carriage.

Just like Orson just now, he opened the curtain and saw the tragic scene inside.

"Oh, François, I will find the ultimate murderer."

After speaking, he shook his head and followed the guards back to the palace alone.

From beginning to end, he never spoke to anyone else.

Including Orson standing aside.

As for Alsace, ever since Odysseus said the last words to him, he had kept his head lowered and sweating continuously. It was not until Odysseus left that he stood up straight again.

At this time, he realized that his back was already soaked with sweat.

Not just because of nervousness, but because of what Odysseus had just said to him.

"Brother Imperial, you are not to blame for this matter." Elsa also came up at this time and comforted Alsace. "The city of Saint Laurent is so big. If you have the ability at this moment, you can sneak in from some unknown dark corners. No matter how good the security is, things like this will inevitably happen."

"If you ask me, with your ability, it is the safest plan to lead troops to the front line to fight a big victory. Then let alone the issue of dereliction of duty. The reputation of your victory has spread throughout the empire, and no one will help you. Cheers.”

"Your Majesty's words are serious, how can I have any ability." Alsace shook his head, and then he didn't focus on chatting, he found an excuse and ran away.

At this time, Elsa turned her attention to Orson.

The piercing gaze seemed to pierce through Orson's heart.

"You did it?"

"Do I look like someone with so much power that I can influence the Duke's life or death?"

Elsa smiled and didn't say much, then she ordered her men to start investigating Saint Laurent City.

…

After something like this happened, everyone in Saint Laurent City was naturally in danger.

That's the Duke! The guards around him had a seventh-level strength, and there were a large group of sixth-level masters who served as his bodyguards. They were all killed, and he couldn't resist for long.

Then wouldn't ordinary people like me lose the chance to beg for mercy when they encounter such a ruthless killer?

But thinking about it carefully, it seems that there is no need for those killers to attack ordinary people.

But things are different for slightly more advanced people.

Because they needed to have a meeting, everyone basically booked a hotel in a street close to the palace, and at dawn the next day, two figures appeared at the door of Orson's room.

"Oh, Miss Olivia, you are so angry so early."

"You too, Miss Chelinina."

The two of them stood at the door waiting for a long time, neither of them taking the first step.

It wasn't until Orson opened the door that the two of them took a step forward at the same time.

"Orson! Are you okay!"*2

Chelinina came to Orson first and hugged one of Orson's arms. Olivia did not show weakness and hugged Orson from the other side.

Seeing the scene in front of him, Orson's scalp went numb.

"No, why do you think something is wrong with me?" With that said, Orson asked doubtfully.

"Besides, please let go first. This is very strange."

"Let her let go first." Olivia said. "I am your fiancée, why can't I hold you?"

Seeing Orson looking at her, Chelinina reluctantly let go of her hand.

"I'm just a little worried that something happened to you, Orson...don't get me wrong."

Of course, Chelinina obviously meant this to Olivia.

"Didn't you leave in the same group as Duke Francois and others last night? At that time, I happened to hear that Duke Francois was assassinated. I was about to go out, but I found that the hotel had been sealed and I was not allowed to go out. "Olivia said. "So I came over immediately when it was daytime."

"Me too." Chelinina echoed from the side. "And I just heard from the front desk that you came back very late last night..."

"Ah...well...I did have something to do last night..." Orson said.

"Is something wrong?" Olivia frowned and looked at Orson. "Orson, you went to the crime scene, right?"

"Yeah." Orson nodded, not lying.

"Then Orson, do you know who assassinated Duke Francois?" Chelinina asked at the side.

"this

How could I possibly know. "Oson said this and shook his head.

When the two of them were about to ask more questions, another voice came from behind.

"Oson, you're awake. Can I ask you a favor?"

Everyone looked at the source of the sound.

Elsa was standing in the hallway.

At this moment, she had changed out of yesterday's dress and put on casual clothes for daily life.

"Your Highness Princess?" Olivia also saw Elsa.

Elsa smiled and said hello to the three, and then looked at Orson.

"We encountered some difficulties during the investigation. Orson, in the name of the royal family, I now ask you to help me, can you?"

The other party moved the royal family out, so Orson naturally couldn't refuse. He could only nod helplessly, and then looked at the two girls beside him.

"Sorry, I may have to be away from you for a while." With that said, he followed Elsa out.

As for Olivia and Chelinina, why didn't they follow them?

From Elsa's tone just now, it was not difficult for the two of them to deduce that the thing she wanted to ask Orson to help must be very important and only Orson could help. What were the two of them doing? Adding to the chaos?

Or are you waiting to be driven away by Elsa and asking for trouble?

"Why didn't you follow?" Olivia looked at Chelinina beside her and asked.

"I still have some emotional intelligence, but it's you. Aren't you Orson's fiancée? Why don't you follow her?"

"Ha..." The two people looked at each other again, and then broke up unhappy.

On the other side, sitting on the carriage, Orson looked at Elsa sitting across the carriage and thanked her: "Your Highness, you were really helpful just now."

If Elsa hadn't come to pull him away, he would have fallen into a strange Shura field again.

It's not that I don't like them, it's just that the atmosphere is too strange.

"Oson, you look pretty cute," Elsa said jokingly. "Aside from your fiancée, I always feel that Chelinina is also very interesting to you."

"No, no." Orson shook his head and then changed the subject. "By the way, Princess, I'll take you down. Why did you suddenly think of asking me to help deal with that matter?"

"Oh, you're talking about this..." Elsa thought for a moment, then said: "Maybe it's intuition. I always feel that if you, Orson, help me, there will be great progress."

"Uh... intuition?"

"Not really, after all, Orson, you are very smart. Working with you, you will definitely help me."

"Okay..." Hearing Elsa say this, Orson was a little suspicious whether she went to Afro for fortune-telling.

Otherwise, how could there be no reasonable reason?

"Hey, I say, Orson." Elsa looked at Orson again.

"There are only two of us here, and only I can hear what you say. Let me ask you again, is Francois's death related to you?"

"Maybe." Orson answered.

When Elsa heard this, her pupils dilated slightly and her expression became nervous.

"After all, if my 'mother' had not been expelled from the house, Duke Francois should be considered my uncle?"

But after hearing Orson's next words, her expression relaxed again.

"I say, don't make such jokes at this time, otherwise if it's really you who did it, I'll be in trouble." Elsa complained.

"I'm sorry, Princess, I thought this would make you feel more relaxed."