The head of the royal knights was finally defeated by the scumbag... no, wise prince.
The place where Heimos is held will be changed from the underground prison below this temple to his own palace. Of course, he still cannot move freely, and a team of royal knights will be stationed in his palace to guard him.
However, before that, according to Prince Garlan's request, Sarge brought Garlan and Kaihos to the place where the remains of the two dead knights were stored.
Although he compromised, his face was ugly and terrifying along the way, like a dark cloud.
Knowing that Sage and his subordinates were made to feel very aggrieved by him, Gallan also became very well-behaved along the way, and followed quietly without a word.
Soon, Sage took Garlan to an underground ice cellar behind the temple.
The remains of the two knights were stored in the depths of the ice cellar.
According to the head of the Saku, after punishing their murderers, a prayer ceremony will be held for their funeral, and until then, the remains will be kept here.
Therefore, although more than ten days have passed since the incident, what Garlan saw were still two well-preserved remains, placed in a long box full of ice cubes.
When he stood beside one of the boxes and leaned over to look down, the dead knight lay quietly among the ice cubes, as if in a deep sleep, but his face was so pale that it was obvious that he was not a living person.
Cayhorth inspects another dead knight.
"The throat was cut, this is a fatal wound."
He said, pressing his finger on the knight's throat and looking down.
"You should have fought before you died, and there was more than one opponent."
He looked at the knight's flaming armor and came to a conclusion.
Because that armor had several obvious sword scratches.
The two knights wore hard armor and helmets when they were on duty, blocking most of the vital points of the body. If you wanted to solve them as soon as possible, the only vital point was the throat.
Presumably the other knight's fatal wound was also on the throat.
Kaihos thought so, walked to Garlan's side, and then heard Garlan ask a strange question.
"Why are there no wounds?"
As soon as Cayhoes heard it, he looked over, and he did not see a wound on the knight's throat.
He was also a little strange, looked at it a few more times, and then reached out and stroked the throat, and suddenly he knew something.
However, before he could answer, the head of the dark-faced Sage opened his mouth.
"He died by twisting his neck."
"… I see."
"We have checked the remains, one died of a broken neck and one died of a throat slit."
Perhaps thinking of the scene at that time, the head of the Sage said with a heavy expression.
"The people who killed them left nothing behind and this method of killing is common and there are no leads."
"After that, the palace was sealed off, wasn't it?"
Garland asked again.
"Yes, I informed the guards that the entire palace was blocked early that morning. No one is allowed to leave the palace without a warrant from me and the chief of the guards."
Sage said that as the head of the Royal Knights, he has this power.
"You mean that the murderer is still in the palace."
After the palace was blocked, although important noble ministers were still able to enter and leave the palace in order to keep government affairs running smoothly, according to the regulations of the palace, noble ministers were not allowed to bring their servants into the palace, at most they could only let their servants stand outside the palace gate and wait. .
That is to say, those noble ministers can only enter and exit alone, so it is impossible to take people out of the palace.
Sage gave Garlan a cold look, and scolded him unceremoniously.
"After that incident, before we could react, the only person who left the palace with his subordinates was Prince Heimos."
Garland pretended not to understand.
"In other words, the murderer is still in the palace."
Sage snorted, acquiescing.
Garlan thought for a while, then raised his hand and touched his neck.
"Kaijos, if it were you, how would you break the opponent's neck?"
"Almost..."
The one-eyed knight thought for a while and replied.
"In order to prevent the other party from shouting, it is usually behind the other party's back, covering his mouth with one hand, strangling his neck with his arm, and then turning forcefully, just..."
In order to facilitate understanding, he also raised his hand to demonstrate the action.
"Is there any other way?"
"If it is a sudden attack, it is the most appropriate way to ensure that the other party does not make a sound. Other methods will alarm the other party and cause the other party to make a sound."
Garlan sighed and thought for a while.
Then, as if remembering something, he leaned over, put his hand into the ice block that wrapped the knight, groped for a bit, and pulled the opponent's two hands out of the ice block.
He looked at the two hands carefully for a while, then nodded slightly.
"Head of the Sage."
He straightened up and looked at Sage.
"I think I have a way to find the murderer."
"what?!"
…
…
As the head of the civil service, the Minister of Right had a separate administrative room in the royal court that handled the affairs of Aaron Landis.
It was still in the morning, and he was sitting in his seat, slowly flipping through the parchment scrolls, and then, unhurriedly, he wrote the approved text on it.
It is clear that the entire palace is still under emergency blockade, and the atmosphere is extremely tense. Everyone in the palace is in a state of anxiety because of this matter, but the old man looks relaxed and sits in his place. , there is no sign of panic.
After a while, one of his young civil servants came in and brought him a cup of hot tea.
The old man put down the quill in his hand and held up the hot tea in both hands, still in that unhurried manner, took a sip, showing a satisfied look.
The young official who brought him the tea showed a hesitant expression. The expression was so obvious that the old man could understand it at a glance.
He took another sip of tea, then put it down and smiled.
"What's the matter? What do you want to say?"
This young civil servant who has just joined the post is a nephew of his family, and he is quite smart and diligent, so he brought him here.
He is old and won't be able to stay in this position for long, so he will patiently teach the capable juniors.
"Master Si Xiang, do you think that Prince Heimos really killed the royal knight?"
The old man smiled.
"Your thoughts?"
he asked back.
The young man shook his head.
"I don't think so... Although all kinds of unfavorable evidence point to him, no matter how I think about it, I don't think there is any need for him to do such a thing. I think, I am afraid that someone deliberately killed after Prince Heimos left. Royal knight, put the blame on him."
You Sixiang looked at him and nodded, showing a satisfied look.
"Since you already have an idea, why ask me?"
"I just… "
The young civil servant hesitated and lowered his voice.
"I just wanted to ask, can you guess who framed Prince Heimos?"
He said, "Yesterday, the Chief Secretary has been very eager to convict Prince Heimos... always wonder... Is he..."
Halfway through his words, he shut up.
He dared to say these words secretly in front of the elder of his family, Sixiang You. If others heard it, it would be troublesome.
The elderly You Sixiang took another sip of tea.
"You're still too young."
He patiently taught his younger generation.
"What you can see, do you think that the chief director will not know?" He said, "The reason why he dared to be so presumptuous and act so eagerly is precisely because he is very sure in his heart that that matter and It doesn't matter to him, that's why he dares to do that."
"He is arrogant and arrogant, but his heart is clear."
"If there is a ghost in your heart, it's too late to hide it, how dare you make such a big fanfare."
"Hey? But, since it has nothing to do with the Chief Secretary, why did he do this? That person is a prince after all, so there is no need for the Chief Secretary to offend him for no reason?"
"Oh~ in this world, nothing happens without a reason."
Although the old man drinking tea looked very old, the light in his eyes was still full of energy, without any loss.
With a low smile, he waved his hand and sent the young official out.
There are many things, it is better for young people not to know too much.
For example, the case of Tozes City is not that simple.
For another example, the guilty consuls and wealthy merchants in Tozes City were escorted back by Prince Heimos.
Also, the Chief Secretary is now at a critical moment of whether he can ascend to the position of the Minister of the Left, and he cannot tolerate the slightest taint... things like that...
After drinking the last sip of tea, Lao Sixiang turned his head to look at the bright sunshine outside the window and narrowed his eyes slightly.
However, that Prince of Gallan... acted quite unexpectedly.
He thought with interest.
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…
It was almost noon, and Garlan once again came to the dungeon below the temple of the Royal Knights.
This time, it was led by the head of Sage himself.
In the empty dungeon, at a glance, there is only one figure.
Sage walked to the cell and opened the door.
Heimos, who was still sitting against the wall, closed his eyes, as if he was resting. Even when he heard the dull footsteps coming from the boots, he still closed his eyes and didn't move, as if he didn't know at all. Someone came over.
The head of Sage, who was standing at the door, looked at Heimos and saw that Heimos was awake, so he spoke directly.
"Prince Heimos, you can come out."
When Sage said this, Heimos, who had been closing his eyes, suddenly opened his eyes.
But he didn't even look at Sage, who was standing at the door of the prison, and when he turned his eyes, it fell directly on Garlan on the other side.
"Garlan, what have you done?"
Heimos asked, looking at Garlan with a sharp gaze.
"It's nothing, I just persuaded the head of Sage to say that you are still injured and let you go back to the palace to recover."
Garlan shrugged, then turned to look at Sarge.
"Head of the Sage, do you think so?"
He looked at Sage and said with a smile.
"… Yes."
The word of the head of the Sage is like a stone, smashed out hard.
Anyone with a discerning eye can see how reluctantly he said this 'yes'.
Obviously he didn't want to say more, he looked at Heimos and said with a blank face: "Prince Heimos, I will send a team of royal knights into your palace. Before the matter is over, I hope you can stay in peace. The palace recuperates, don't leave their sight."
"Now, please come out first," he said.
Heimos sat still, his golden red pupils just staring at Garlan.
He said, "Gallan, come in."
"what?"
"I'm injured and can't stand up. Come in and help me."
"… "
It's your hand, not your foot, that hurts.
The young man murmured in his heart.
However, he knew very well in his heart that if he didn't go in, Heimos, who had been extremely willful in front of him since his injury, would never come out by himself. Therefore, he could only walk in helplessly, walked to the sitting Heimos, bent over, and stretched out his hand to him.
Heimos didn't grab his hand immediately, and stared at him with a pair of golden red eyes, and the deeply probing eyes made Garland feel a little guilty.
Fortunately, Heimos didn't stare at him for too long, and reached out and grabbed his hand.
But, to be precise, Heimos did not grab his hand, but his wrist.
That palm, which was slightly larger than his, tightly clasped Garlan's entire wrist like this.
... big brown hands covering his arms...
Fingers wrapped around his wrists...
As hot as charcoal fire, the bumpy finger pulps slid on his skin... A little numbness was transmitted from the nerves to the whole body...
... Obviously it should be extremely painful, but the extreme pain is mixed with extreme pleasure...
Thrilling, shattering...
Nearly dying—
…
Garlan suddenly waved his hand and threw away the hand that Heimos had grabbed him.
He took a step back.
The moment Heimos's fingers clasped his wrist, the familiar feeling made the dream of that night suddenly appear in his mind...
Garlan felt that his face was burning hot at this moment.
At this moment, he couldn't even look directly at Heimos in front of him.
He bit his lower lip, trying his best to control his strange expression, his heart beating like a drum, for fear that Heimos would see something.
Fortunately, at this time, Heimos didn't look at him, but set his eyes on his arm.
The next second, Heimos got up on his own.
As soon as he reached out, he grabbed his hand again and forcibly pulled his left hand out of the cloak.
Heimos stared at the scar that was obviously freshly cut on Garlan's forearm.
"what happened?"
He asked, "Garlan, what did you do to get me out of here?"
"It's just a small wound, I accidentally rubbed it, I..."
"Do you think I can't see that the wound was a knife-edged cut?"
Heimos interrupted Garlan suddenly.
"answer me."
"I really didn't do anything..."
Halfway through speaking, his shoulders were suddenly grabbed.
Heimos clasped Garlan's shoulders, and his golden red eyes stared at Garlan with sharp eyes, with a dangerous aura in his eyes.
"Two options."
Heimos said,
"Either you answer my question right away."
He stared at Garlan, bowed his head, and drew his face closer.
He lowered his voice so low that only he and Garlan could hear it.
"Or, I'll kiss you right here."
"you!!"
…
… and many more.
I always feel that now this scene, this dialogue, this threat mode... has an inexplicable sense of sight