But Jia Lie quickly discovered the doubts, "Then how to explain the killing of Jordin? Their target should be me, but Jordin died. Could it be to distract us, and Jordin died because The strength is too low, accidentally killed by them?"
Shutkes thought for a while, but couldn't think of a better explanation. He nodded and said, "Master Patriarch, I think it should be!"
The woman on the ground was still crying. She was Geralt's sister and Jordin's biological mother. In the public, Gallet was also upset. He frowned and said, "Don't cry, even if you don't cry again No matter how much you cry, Jordyn won't come back to life!"
The woman suddenly crawled over quickly and begged, "Master Patriarch, please find the murderer and avenge my son... woo woo..."
"I know!" Gallie said lightly, "No one who opposes our family will end well!" As he said, a gleam flashed in his eyes.
Looking at the crying woman, Gordelli's eyes flashed a hint of unbearable, she didn't have much relationship with Qiaodin, they could only be regarded as brothers and sisters in the clan, but Qiaodin's mother treated her very well, otherwise she wouldn't have Arrived at Naka Manor.
She walked out quickly, helped the woman on the ground up, comforted her in a low voice, pulled her to sit down, and then said to Patriarch Jialie, "Master Patriarch, I don't think this matter is so simple! "
Looking at the talented girl in the clan, Godelie, who became a junior magician at the age of thirteen, Jialie also showed a touch of warmth in his eyes, and asked softly, "Godelli, you seem to know something?"
"I know the cause of Jordin's death! Maybe he didn't die under that organization called 'Darkness'!" Godelia said loudly.
"Go on!"
"Yes, Lord Patriarch!" Gordelli recounted the incident in Maple Leaf Town. Before she finished speaking, the meeting hall exploded.
"What? You're talking about the Necromancer in Maple Leaf Town? The one where Grandpa died at the hands of Geralt's son?" A voice said, his tone full of disbelief.
"Impossible, how can the necromancer have such a powerful strength!" Another person was also skeptical.
"Yes, it's impossible!"
"..."
Many people knew that Geralt wrote a letter to seek help from the Salter family in order to deal with the revenge of a necromancer, but these people took it as a joke, which made his sister quite passive.
"Godli, you... are you telling the truth?" The woman's face was full of surprise and anger, but at least she learned the truth about her son's death.
Godeli nodded, "The one who killed Uncle Geralt and Kitley is the same person who killed Jordyn," she sighed, "If Jordyn didn't kill the necromancer's grandfather, maybe …”
"No!" the woman screamed loudly, her tone full of grief and indignation, "how can that lowly old beggar compare to my son, I will kill him, kill him to avenge my son...for my brother's family pay for my life..."
The woman had become crazy, even a little hysterical, and a series of blows made her show signs of collapse.
"Chief Jialiet... you must be the master for us..." The woman burst into tears again.
Goetheli sighed slightly. In fairness, it was the Geralt family who made the mistake first, including Jordin of course, but the members of the family have always been known to protect their own shortcomings and cover up their own people indiscriminately. This is not conducive to the resolution of the matter at all, and may even cause greater hatred.
But from the standpoint of the family, Godelie couldn't say this.
"Drag her down!" Seeing that the woman was getting more and more troublesome, Jialie frowned and ordered, and the woman was quickly dragged down by several strong servants.
At this moment, Galle turned to Godelie, "Godeley, is there any evidence to support everything you said?"
Godeli pondered for a while, "I have fought against him, he is very strong, at least not much weaker than professionals of the same level!" She bit her lip and said, "I lost that battle, and I also noticed that he is using azure-level weapons and equipment!"
As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar in the hall.
"Is what you said true?"
Godeli glanced at Pushkin, "Uncle Pushkin, you have fought against him, tell me!"
Pushkin's chubby figure stood up helplessly, and he smiled wryly, "Godeli, do you still intend to embarrass your uncle? His strength is indeed very strong, at least above yours, otherwise he wouldn't be able to rely on mere sergeant-level strength to make a fool of himself." Run away from me!"
There was a deep breathing sound in the hall.
"Although I don't really believe that the necromancer will have such extraordinary strength, this fact can basically be proven!" Jia Lie nodded, "So the two of them really have nothing to do with each other, maybe it's just a coincidence that they acted at the same time!"
Immediately afterwards he raised his head, with a flash of light in his eyes, "Whether they are 'dark' organizations or necromancers, my Salter family will never let this matter go, I must let them know , Offending the Salter family, there is a price to pay, and the price will be their lives!"
Jialie's voice echoed in the hall, he suppressed his anger forcibly, and said this sentence word by word.
Not long after the meeting, Gallie went to the palace in person. After a while, the entire city of St. Paul suddenly became tense.
The imperial capital of the Holy Roman Empire, St. Paul, is under martial law throughout the city!
…
"哗啦—" a sound.
By a small river beside the city of St. Paul, the imperial capital of the Holy Roman Empire, two people suddenly emerged from the water.
The man and the woman were exactly Ron and Catherine. The two quickly swam to the river and climbed onto the bank, panting heavily.
"Finally... escaped!" Catherine climbed ashore and fell flat on the ground. Although she was exhausted and exhausted, her face was filled with the joy of being alive after the catastrophe.
Ron didn't speak. His physical strength was even worse than Catherine's, and he couldn't get up now.
"Hey, you're really powerful!" Catherine said to Ron, "I didn't expect you to be so strong, even the division-level powerhouses are not afraid!"
"That guy's strength is probably at the ninth level, at least half of his foot has stepped into the realm of the master level. I didn't expect you to be able to escape from his hands!"
"It's just a fluke!" Ron couldn't help sticking out his tongue. If he hadn't been careful and was attacked by the "Poisoned Bone Dagger", they wouldn't have escaped so smoothly. Can't help but be afraid for a while.
Ron also got up and tidied up the clothes that were attached to his body. It was uncomfortable with the wetness. He glanced at Catherine and couldn't move his eyes away.
Catherine's whole body was wrapped in a tight black leather jacket, and the wet clothes clung to her body, revealing the undulating curves of the peaks, coupled with her slightly pale and pretty face, like a goddess just out of the bath In general, especially when the chest was unbuttoned, revealing the large snow-white area, which made Ron stunned.
Catherine also noticed Ron's strangeness, her face blushed with a "shua-" and her ears turned red. She hurriedly covered it, buttoned the button, and said angrily, "You... what are you looking at?"
"Uh! No!" Ron immediately withdrew his gaze, his face was hot as if he had a fever, and hurriedly waved his hands, "I... I didn't see anything!"
These words were purely because there is no silver three hundred taels here, at this moment both of them were silent, and the atmosphere was a bit awkward for a moment.
It took a while for Catherine to burst out laughing. Seeing Ron's awkward expression a little cute, she said with a smile, "I'm just kidding you, idiot!"
"Hehe!" Ron touched his head and smirked.
At this time, Catherine Xiao asked with interest, "By the way, why is your undead magic so powerful? It's completely different from the necromancers I know!"
"Uh! This..." Ron didn't know how to answer, he scratched his head and said, "I don't know either, have you seen other necromancers?"
Catherine nodded, "Yes, necromancers can be seen everywhere in the Roland Empire, but they don't have any fighting power, and some of them can't even defeat ordinary people!"
"No way?" Now it's Ron's turn to be in disbelief. Is a necromancer without fighting power still a necromancer
At this time, a soft sigh came from the bottom of his heart, "Ron, if you have a chance, go to the Roland Empire. I really want to know what happened!"
"Yes, Grandpa Homelin, we will leave here in a while and go to the Roland Empire!" Ron also nodded in agreement.
Now Jordin and Kitley who caused trouble were also killed, and grandpa's revenge was also avenged. Although the remaining one named McKinsey had been fanning the flames at the time, his crime was not fatal. Ron thought about it and let it go.
Since the Holy Roman Empire doesn't welcome me, let's leave, this place is not for me to stay at all, Ron is very depressed when he thinks of the days when he was frightened in the Holy Roman Empire.
"By the way, what are your future plans?" Catherine asked Ron after recovering some strength.
"I want to leave the Holy Roman Empire and go to the Roland Empire!" Ron said after thinking about it.
"That's right, the Holy Roman Empire is not a place for you to stay! Unless you give up practicing undead magic!" Catherine nodded in agreement.
Ron smiled wryly, "It's too late to give up now, I think I'd better leave! I heard that the Roland Empire is known as the Magic Empire, the Land of Freedom, and it should be able to tolerate a heretic like me."
At this moment, Catherine pounced and pushed Ron down. Before he could react, Catherine stretched out her slender hand, covered his mouth lightly, and whispered, "Shut up! Someone is coming!"
Ron, who did not release the crow, was at the lowest level of vigilance, and his perception was far less powerful than Catherine the thief. Catherine had grown up in a dangerous environment for a long time, and it had become her instinct to be vigilant about every move around her.
"Tap Tat Tat..."
Ron's eyes were wide open, and he was lying in the grass. A sound of horseshoes came from above his head. Ron raised his head from the grass, and a group of heavily armed soldiers came from a distance.
Among the soldiers, one rode on a horse, holding a piece of paper in his hand and reading aloud.
"Your Majesty has an order to capture these two at all costs. From now on, the entire city of St. Paul will be under martial law, especially the necromancer. We must find them!"
"Search carefully, and don't let go of the slightest sign of trouble. Those two people should have escaped from the river, and they should be nearby!"
"Yes, Captain!"
Immediately afterwards, there was the rustling sound of searching. It was the sound of spears stirring the grass. From that sound, it could be deduced that it should be a soldier of the Holy Roman Empire.
Catherine was lying on top of Ron, her delicate breasts pressed against Ron's arms, and her wet body was tightly pressed against him, pressing him in a seductive posture.
At this time, a virginal scent permeated Ron's nostrils. Catherine smiled lightly and leaned closer to his ear, and said with a breath, "I can't tell, you are more important than me!"