After checking all the corpses, Utter slowly walked back to An Fei: "The wounds on the big corpses are all the same. They should be injured by the same murderer, um... Marquis Zuose!" Utter's eyes have already changed. Turning to Marquis Djoser: "If you have nothing urgent, I hope you can come with me to the Public Security Bureau. I know you are in a bad mood and need to rest, but you have to be considerate of us. This is our procedures, there are some things we must record.”
Marquis Zuose lowered his head and remained silent. He didn't know how long it had been. When he raised his head again, his eyes were no longer as dull as before, and there was even an apologetic smile on his face: "Master An Fei, it's really I'm sorry, I'm getting older, and my eyes are no longer as useful as they were when I was young. When the assassin rushed in yesterday, he first knocked over the only candlestick in the study. I...Oh, I will apologize to Your Majesty myself for all this. Any misunderstanding is my responsibility."
Regardless of whether such an excuse is reasonable or far-fetched, Marquis Zuose admitted his mistake in person after all. Anfei and Utter looked at each other, and neither of them spoke. What attitude should be adopted in this situation is up to Mio Richie calls the shots.
Unexpectedly, Mioric's performance was very straightforward, or in other words, Marquis Zuose was not qualified to let him hide his emotions. Mioric walked to Sneferu's body, lowered his head and said silently After watching for a moment, he let out a sigh, then waved his hands, and the two knights quickly stepped forward and lifted Snefru's stretcher.
"Send Sneferu to the camp. I will hold a funeral for him personally." After Mioric said this, he glanced at the Marquis of Zuose, let out a cold snort, turned around and walked into the city guard's palace. He knew that An Fei was not a murderer, and there was no need to guess the cause of Snefru's death. For more than twenty years, Sneflu had always been his subordinate. Although due to his limited ability and lack of flexibility in his personality, Sneflu They have always been lower-level generals, but the feeling between the two people is very deep. Now Mioric really wants to kill the Marquis of Zuose on the spot, how can he give him a good face!
Marquis Zuose seemed not to have heard Mioric's cold snort, with a smile still on his face. He turned around and walked slowly towards the gate of the city guard's mansion, but his movements seemed a bit stiff.
"Stop! Do you want to leave just like that?" Niya shouted loudly. Niya also had to make strong arguments when there was no reason, let alone when An Fei was framed by others, and she didn't take the Marquis of Zuose seriously at all. Her tone seemed very tough and a bit contemptuous.
Marquis Zuose paused and walked towards the courtyard gate again. His entourage hurriedly lifted the wounded man up and followed Marquis Zuose, ignoring the corpses.
"Stop!" Niya was really angry. She jumped down the steps and was about to rush towards Marquis Zuose.
"Niya!" An Fei and Chris shouted in unison.
"Um?"
"Forget it, Niya." An Fei shook his head.
Susanna also jumped down from the steps, held Niya's hand, and whispered: "Go back, Niya, that guy is the Marquis of the Empire, he will be in trouble."
"What happened to the Marquis? Can the Marquis frame people randomly?" Niya shouted unconvinced.
"You...have you ever seen him suffer a loss?" Susanna smiled.
"Yeah, he's full of bad ideas!" Niya showed a look of realization.
Niya was not the only one who was angry. The patrols who came after hearing the news looked for Utter's order with their eyes. Just now Utter had said that he asked the Marquis of Djoser to go to the Public Security Bureau, but now the Marquis of Djoser went to the Public Security Bureau. He walked out and obviously didn't take Utter's request seriously, which made the patrols very angry.
Utter shook his head slightly. He was just deliberately trying to squeeze out the Marquis of Zuose. If the Marquis of Zuose refused to cooperate, he would have no choice but to have the secret order from the Holy City in his hand.
"Let's go back." An Fei stared at the back of Marquis Zuose. He knew that this matter was not over. According to his rules, he should not put Marquis Zuose back. Unfortunately, the rules changed with the environment. As for the change, on the surface he could not touch the Marquis of Zuose.
Walking into the living room, Miolic looked thoughtful and was pacing back and forth in the hall. Seeing An Fei's expression of hesitation, Riska and others returned to their dormitory to clean up. , and the three commanders of the Guards, the commander and the deputy, looked ashamed and timidly walked in from the outside.
Almost every army has its own characteristics, and these characteristics are often determined by the generals who lead the army. Although Mioric is not as rigorous in running the army as Beeri, he just doesn't pay much attention to the details and fails to control them. Considering the mood of the knights under his command, this was a serious mistake. The three commanders were already prepared for the worst when they walked into the living room.
"You guys go out first." Mioric said calmly.
"General?" The three commanders could hardly believe their ears.
"Didn't you hear me?" Mioric raised his voice slightly.
The three commanders looked at each other, with expressions of joy as if they had been pardoned, and then bent down and quietly retreated outside.
"Uncle Mioric, things don't seem that simple." An Fei reminded softly: "With Marquis Zuose and the others, how can they incite all the knights of the Guards at once?"
"I know." Mioric nodded: "That's why I decided to put this matter aside for the time being."
"Understood." An Fei smiled. He knew that Mioric wanted to use the method of loosening outside and tightening inside to find out who was secretly cooperating with Marquis Zuose.
Mioric's eyes flashed with cold light. An Fei's judgment was still a little shallow. What Mioric thought in his heart was far more complicated than An Fei's judgment. His personal guards were all the best among the knights. They were doing it. Training for future generals, their loyalty and abilities are subject to many tests, otherwise they will not be qualified to join the Guards. What happened today made Mioric feel a threat! On the other hand, the Marquis of Djoser is just a descendant of a declining marquis. Where did he get the energy to control the knights of the Guards? What else is hidden behind the Marquis of Djoser
This is the gap caused by experience. An Fei thought that he had already made a grudge with the Marquis of Zuose, so he fixed his target on the Marquis of Zuose. Mioric's vision was much broader than An Fei's, so he naturally thought more. many.
"An Fei, the old man in your village taught you what you just used?" Mioric suddenly changed the subject.
"Yes."
"Maybe he is the most powerful swordsman in the world, but unfortunately, I can't see his swordsmanship with my own eyes."
"He often said that there are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the world!"
"What does it mean?"
"Only a fool will think that he is the best in the world. When he reaches a certain height, he will often find that there are many people in the world who are more powerful than himself. Just like the sky has no end, the way of swordsmanship also has no end."
"Swordsmanship?" Mioric thought for a moment, then smiled: "An Fei, can I ask you to help me train the knights of the Guards?"
"Uncle Mioric, my sword skills are not suitable for soldiers to practice." An Fei smiled and shook his head: "Of course, if you think it is beneficial, then I will listen to you."
"Why doesn't it fit?"
"When two armies fight, it takes courage. When they meet on a narrow road, the brave one wins! But swordsmanship is not like this." In fact, An Fei's Panshan Spear is the marksmanship used on the battlefield, but whether it is from the ancestral training or from his heart, he If you don't want to spread Panshan's marksmanship widely, you can only pretend to be stupid.
Mioric thought for a while and sighed: "It's a pity... But An Fei, why doesn't he teach you fighting spirit?"
"Maybe it was because I was too young at that time."
"No one has ever taught you fighting spirit?" Mioric asked in surprise.
An Fei thought about it seriously, shook his head and said, "No."
"Ernest didn't teach you either?"
"I don't think An Fei needs to practice fighting spirit." Susanna suddenly added.
"Why?" Mioric's eyes fell on Susanna.
"Because there is another mysterious power in An Fei's body."
"How did you know?" Chris asked.
"I..." Susanna's face turned a little red. When asked to tell her the specific reason, she really couldn't tell. It was just that she had been tired of An Fei for a long time, and she could clearly feel that An Fei was different from ordinary swordsmen. When a swordsman wants to attack the enemy or protect himself, he must mobilize his fighting spirit. No matter when An Fei is eating or sleeping, he is in a strange state of momentum. No matter how powerful the swordsman is, It is also impossible to constantly mobilize fighting energy during the day and night.
"What's that called...meditation? An Fei, is it through meditation that you obtained that mysterious power?"
"Yes."
"There are too many mysteries in you." Mioric smiled bitterly. Yesterday, he sat for a whole night according to Niya's story, but felt nothing. He wanted to ask An Fei carefully, but felt embarrassed. His desire for power made him unable to control his curiosity, and he was in a dilemma. .
An Fei shrugged his shoulders, smiled and said nothing. He was pretending to be stupid about this question to the end.