"In the year 9564 of the Holy Calendar, in the month of Song, on the 7th of Chant, the small town of Chandler in the northern part of the Marshall Territory was suspected of encountering a slave-catching group. A total of more than 300 people were not spared.

The Marshall family officially claimed that the town was attacked by a group of low-level monsters, Mudtusks, in the Scaleclaw Swamp twenty miles to the west, and dispatched the nearby Frostfire City Autonomous Army to eliminate them two days later. However, according to the resident at the time,

According to the testimony provided by some members of Frostfire City's "War Forest Porcupine Mercenary Group", "Green Forest Mercenary Group" and the local Autonomous Army, the three Autonomous Army teams dispatched to Scaleclaw Swamp on the 9th were not in Frostfire City.

The Huocheng Autonomous Army has a fixed structure, but it is a stranger who was temporarily added to the establishment two weeks ago.

At that time, all the members of the Second Brigade of the Green Forest Mercenary Group who happened to be collecting soil konjac in Scaleclaw Marsh stated that they did not witness any Autonomous Army soldiers nearby. However, in the early morning of the 10th, there were indeed a large number of witnesses in Frostfire City who said they saw

When three autonomous army squads returned in triumph with more than twenty Mudtusk tails, according to my subsequent investigation, there were no traces of Mudtusk ravaging the town of Chandler that day.

Gabri, the deputy leader of the Zhanlin Porcupine Mercenary Regiment who passed by here on the morning of the 8th, found half a coat of arms with the emblem of the Marshall family in the ruins. It was suspected that a member of the "Autonomous Army Team" was shot down in the battle.

, there is a sword mark on the coat of arms, which may be related to Haosen, a blacksmith who lives in seclusion in Chandler Village and is also the only mid-level professional in the area.

And there is another detail worth paying attention to. It is impossible for a small group of mud-toothed beasts to successfully destroy a village in the face of an intermediate professional... Phew, so detailed..."

Emmeline put down the scroll in her hand, gently rubbed her forehead, and then glanced at the Archduke of Marshall, who was also flipping through the 'evidence' not far away, with a frown on his face, and pursed his lips with a complex expression: "This kind of

As long as you do a little research, you can identify the right thing, and it doesn’t look like it’s fake.”

The Grand Duke of Marshall shook his head with a bitter look on his face and sighed deeply: "Unheard of...unheard of..."

Futaba, who was sitting next to Emmeline, glanced sideways at him and yawned lazily: "If you have time to express your emotions, you might as well seize the time and read more. Although I personally feel that no matter how much you read, it won't make things right.

.”

"In the Holy Calendar 9568, in the month of Poetry, on the 4th of Melody, Rime Village in the western part of the Marshall Territory was suspected of encountering a slave-catching team. Sister Moura of the Church of the Abundance, who only survived because she went to the city to purchase food, found at least twenty corpses when she came back the next day.

, all of them were frail old people and children. Moura, who was almost mentally broken, immediately returned to Wuxue City, where she had just left, to seek help. She first went to the Church of Abundance and explained the situation to the local bishop, and then went to

There has been no news from the Wuxue City City Hall since then. However, after the Autonomous Army and the church warriors rushed to Wusong Village on the 7th of Melody, they did not find any corpses. Only what was left of the village was..."

Before Grand Duke Dantès could finish reading the record in his hand, he was interrupted by Futaba.

"There were only a few empty houses left, so the nearby city hall defined this incident as a 'normal migration'. Because of the remote location of Wusong Village, only the poor nun would occasionally go out to Wusong City for shopping.

It can be said that there is no proof of death." Futaba repeated the contents of the scroll in Dantès's hand almost word for word, and shook his head with a sneer: "It is impossible to destroy the corpse and eliminate traces, which can be said to be very unfair.

Be cautious, to be honest, if I were the person investigating this series of events, the grass on the grave of the Grand Duke of Marshall would probably be three feet high right now."

Archduke Simon, who was also reading a scroll, frowned slightly: "But this evidence is not enough to prove that the Archduke of Marshall is guilty, or even good evidence that these are related to the Marshall family."

"Oh? Is that so?" Futaba glanced at him casually, took a slow sip of tea before raising his eyebrows and said: "Please unfold the scroll in your hand to about sixty inches. If we remember

If I’m wrong, there should be a record of the chanting of the Phantom Moon on the 6th in the year 9569 of the Holy Calendar. I hope you can read it aloud and...forget it, after all, not everyone is as smart as me, just read it~"

Grand Duke Simon did not express dissatisfaction with Futaba's frivolous and sarcastic words, but quickly unfolded the scroll in his hand to the length mentioned by the other party, and indeed found a record about the Phantom Moon of 9569 in the Holy Calendar...

"In the year 9569 of the Holy Calendar, on the Moon of Fantasy, on the 6th of Chanting, the town of White Lion in the eastern part of the Marshall Territory was suspected (crossed out by newer-looking ink) of a confirmed encounter with the Marshall family slave-catching group. After one night, only a large area of ​​ruins was left.

There are some very obvious bandit group badges scattered in the town. According to the explanation given by the Feixiang City City Hall afterwards, the perpetrator of the tragedy in White Lion Town was the wandering bandit group "Wind Skull", but this is not the case. Chant 6

On the night of that day, a three-person adventurer team discovered a young man in the ditch in the east of White Lion Town. A ranger with junior pharmacist qualifications in the team rescued the man... Could it be that..."

Archduke Simon, who was halfway through reading, raised his head and exchanged a look with Emperor Clerval who happened to look at him.

"Witnesses, living, fresh witnesses." Shuangye smiled at the two of them, and his little feet in thick-soled boots that could barely reach the ground swayed happily: "That guy's name is Tieke, and he is an ordinary farmer. That day

I drank a few more drinks in the pub that night, and then I was so hungover that I ran to the wilderness outside the town and vomited for half the night. When I came back, I found a lot of fierce men trying to kill people. I was scared to death at that time.

Finally, I ran and ran in a panic and fell into a ditch~"

Grand Duke Simon looked at Futaba with a serious face: "What did he see? Where is he now?"

"He saw his idol, the former deputy leader of the Buffy Sword Knights, Bock Borg." Futaba answered without thinking, and then pointed to the scroll in Archduke Simon's hand with a look of disgust:

"It's written on it, don't you know how to read it yourself?"

Simon shook his head gloomily: "It doesn't say where he is now."

"It was written, but I tore it up. Here it is." Futaba took out a stack of old parchment as if by magic and said with a smile: "I can get Captain Ned from Tek.

I'll show you the testimony I asked. As for where he is... tsk tsk, I can only say that he has been on the territory of Grand Duke Dantès all these years and his life is pretty good. The rest will have to wait until the next stage~

"

Archduke Scorpius snorted, but said nothing. He also held a scroll that looked a bit old.

"What do you think, Buffy?" The kind-hearted Archduke Dantès glanced at the Archduke Marshall and asked leisurely: "If I remember correctly... that Bock Borg is indeed a member of the Knights of Buffy's Sword.

Former deputy head..."

The latter shrugged: "The last time I saw Old Borg was at a dinner party three years ago. He said at that time that he was getting older and no longer wanted to get up early every day and do morning exercises with everyone, so I gave him

Borg made quite a fortune, and I have never seen him again since then~"

"So, you don't think that Bock? Borg led his people to do anything outrageous in White Lion Town two years ago?" Futaba casually handed over a piece of parchment marked 'Teke's Testimony'

He asked Archduke Simon, and then showed a malicious smile to Buffy Marshall: "You believe in the loyal old Borg, right? After all, he started hanging out with you twenty years ago."

The Grand Duke of Marshall hesitated for a moment, and finally shook his head: "To be honest, if someone asked me this question yesterday, I think I would fully vouch for Old Borg's loyalty, but now... I am not sure anymore.

, because Borg is indeed very close to Bennet Crow on weekdays...so..."

"Okay, okay." Futaba smiled sarcastically, shook his head and said: "In the class, in the class, in the class, everything is related to the class anyway, anything suspicious can be related to the class, so you can

Don’t be afraid to make a joke out of him.”

The Grand Duke of Marshall blinked: "What is a joke?"

"Nothing." Futaba said casually, then raised his eyebrows and asked: "So you don't rule out the possibility that the witnesses were not mistaken? You just refuse to admit that this matter has nothing to do with you, right?"

The other party nodded solemnly: "I don't know anything about these records."

"Really?"

Grand Duke Baroka suddenly raised his head from the other end of the table, shook the scroll in his hand, and said in a deep voice: "Then I wonder if you know the content on it?"

"What's wrong..."

"Holy calendar year 9571, the month of Lan, Prayer Day 8." Grand Duke Baroka read aloud the latest-looking parchment in his hand: "The tracking finally yielded results. I found it in Mercury City in the Marshall Territory.

A large cellar containing at least sixty recently captured slaves!

I originally planned to go to the Fire Claw Territory immediately after rescuing them, but the plan failed. The slaves were transferred away the next day. Fortunately, the supervisors seemed to have left temporarily. I was in the empty cellar.

Many clues were found, including a list of direct descendants with the Marshall family. However, due to time constraints, I was unable to capture or sneak them all away. It was too easy for them to catch me in Mercury City.

I must be careful to hide myself until the truth comes out.

I took the time to memorize a few names. Among them, the high-status contact person was called Gat. On the surface, he was the captain of the Dieyan City Autonomous Army, but in fact, he had been participating in the slave-catching plan against the Fire Claw Territory. I think

It is necessary for me to break into that place. If possible, it is best to pass the information to Chief Xiluo again. He is trustworthy. This is very dangerous. I know very well that the Marshall family has spies in the Fire Claw Territory, but now there is no such thing.

This is not the time to think about risk.

As long as there is a little clue, even if it is just a trivial one, this evil act that has caused countless tragedies will be completely over... Yes, I must quit the mercenary group where I am now, and then find an opportunity to break into the stack.

The Marshallese Autonomous Army in Rock City quietly investigates that Ghat, and must not implicate anyone. Hope is in front of us. In short, I will write down everything I saw, guessed, and thought about today while I still remember it...

Do you want to see it? Buffy!"

Baroka slammed the scroll in his hand in front of Marshall, with raging anger flashing in his eyes, and shouted to the livid latter: "There is Mercury City under your nose! A cellar full of slaves! You know what's behind it

Is there anything else? Seven or eight slave-catching team bases also in Mercury City! The addresses are very detailed, very, very detailed!"

"This is impossible!" Archduke Marshall shook his head without thinking. He narrowed his eyes and said loudly: "Maybe I can't be sure of the previous contents, but what you just saw, Vernon, I guarantee that they do not exist.

!It’s fake, it’s a lie!”

Archduke Fernand raised his hand tremblingly and whispered: "I saw this man named Ned saying that there are many accounts related to the slave trade hidden in Mercury City, just... right in Ba

In your house, Fei, these are also..."

Marshall categorically rejected: "Illusions and lies!"

"Oh?" Futaba stood up with a smile, walked up to the Marshall Archduke, who was at least thirty centimeters taller than him, and asked innocently, raising his head: "What do you mean, I brought it

These evidences are all false.”

Buffy Marshall shook her head again: "No, on the contrary, I think a lot of things above may be true, but what Vernon and Mercury Core said just now are definitely false."

Emperor Clerval gave him a sharp look: "Why do you think so?"

"The reason is very simple, Your Majesty." Marshall gently clenched his fist and said slowly but firmly: "I stick to my previous view that this is a conspiracy. What Ms. Futaba said before is by no means groundless. Maybe this land

There is indeed some kind of despicable and shady business in the world. Perhaps somewhere I can’t see, some shadows are growing in the Marshall Territory. I understand Ms. Futaba and Grand Duke Fireclaw, but..."

"But hatred may have blinded their eyes~"

Futaba shook her long hair with a half-smile, flicked it on the frame, and continued to speak in the tone of the Grand Duke of Marshall: "So, they may add some falsehoods to the original evidence.

, very unfavorable evidence against me, just to have a grand duke punished as soon as possible, and this kind of irrational behavior often makes us ignore the truth hidden under the surface."

Buffy Marshall was stunned immediately. What Futaba said just now was almost exactly what he had prepared in his mind, and the error was not even more than five words. This made him neither surprised nor inconvenient.

"Am I very considerate~" Futaba showed a charming smile and stuck out her tongue playfully: "Grand Duke Marshall?"

"you……"

"It doesn't matter, I highly agree with your point of view~"

"Varied……"

"So, let's move to the next step now~"
Chapter completed!