A black warrior from the Steam Alliance, a red archbishop from the Church of Light, plus the suspected ranger from the Natural School, and Chris from the Demon Hunter Association.
As a result, the four major organizations have strong men at the temple level coming, including attendees from the nearby cities of Diramo and Juhami. This club's activities are very unusual.
"I discovered a lot of veteran strong men." The old goat looked around and exclaimed.
He knows many more powerful people than Ren, who has only just entered the industry.
In addition to those who have reached the fourth level of the Holy Temple, there are naturally many master-level experts who are at the beginning of the fourth level or in the fourth level in the conference room.
Renn saw Duke Norton on the left side of the two rows in front. He was wearing a rich gold-colored suit and looked very coquettish. He was whispering to an aristocratic lady and seemed to be having a very lively conversation.
The host had not yet arrived and the meeting had not started. Ren was a little bored and turned to Mrs. Ellie on his left, and asked: "Duke Norton, has he really had 1,000 girlfriends?"
The last time he came to Wilton City, the most widely circulated and hottest gossip news he heard was that Norton had a new girlfriend.
Mrs. Ai Li was stunned at first, blinked her beautiful eyes, and said with a slight smile: "It's not that exaggerated. Some of them are repetitive, but there are still hundreds of them."
There was a lot of sarcasm in her tone. Norton had always been ostracized by the aristocracy because of his flashy title of Duke of Glory, which only seemed to be good.
Most of the girlfriends he changed were ordinary women or high-end prostitutes. Many times, he paid for them, which was no different from a sex deal.
'Win in life... Bah, shameful scum!'
Ren cursed in his heart. His defeated general was actually so romantic, which made him feel a little unbalanced. Hundreds of them were already powerful, but you know, he was still a virgin.
Thinking of Kesha, he sighed and stopped thinking about it. Although he only had one tree, it was almost the best one in the forest.
Mrs. Ellie stared at the aggrieved Ren, confused, and didn't understand why he was suddenly unhappy.
"Do you have any grudge against Norton?" she asked tentatively.
After hearing this, Ren came back to his senses and said in a relaxed tone: "No, no, we have a very good relationship, a life-long friendship, and we may do a business together in the future."
He almost beat Norton to death not long ago. It was indeed a life-and-death friendship. Now that he thought about it, he was still too rude. How could he be so cruel to a great archaeologist?
You have to find a chance to talk to him, and you can't let him sink to the bottom. He knows how to play with women every day, and there are countless cultural relics buried underground waiting for him to dig out!
Da da da!
A burst of heavy footsteps with a strong rhythm interrupted Ren's thoughts. From outside the door in front of the conference room, a man in uniform walked in.
He has black hair and brown eyes, wears a half-top hat, and has a face with lines that are so profound that it is unforgettable, like a stone sculpture made by the most outstanding craftsman.
As he walked slowly towards the stage, people stopped whispering and the hall gradually became quiet.
Ren glanced at the badge on his shoulder, which was a pattern of two iron swords. From this alone, he only knew that he belonged to the Punisher unit of the 7th Bureau.
But it doesn’t take much thinking to figure out that the other party is at least a superintendent.
"Good evening everyone, thank you for coming. I am Pal Adelaide from the 7th game. Now, I have some things to discuss with you." The man named Pal said concisely and comprehensively.
Then, without any nonsense, he picked up a black-covered book in his hand and said straight to the point: "A week ago, Earl Wilton was found dead in a holiday villa east of Lake Moore. Judging from the traces on the scene,
It was the work of the devil."
"What?!"
"This is impossible! I was there at the time, why didn't I hear any movement?"
"There are many strong people there. With the count's strength, even if he is defeated, he can still ask for help."
There was a commotion in the conference room, and everyone was talking about it. They were obviously shocked by the news.
The Wilton family can be traced back to the time of the Conquerors. They were originally a genuine ducal family. In the beginning, the entire city of Wilton was their family's fiefdom. Even though it is now in decline, its power is still considerable.
After all, there is no real ducal family in Falorland anymore. Except for a few prominent marquis families, few nobles dare to say that they are stronger than the Wilton family.
Ren and Lao Goat also frowned upon hearing this. Some luxurious villas were built in the resort area by Lake Moore, and many powerful people lived there. It was equivalent to the Belfort District of Bu Shen City.
The contemporary Earl of Wilton, although not the strongest in his family, is still a master-level transcendent at the beginning of the fourth level.
If it was just to kill the pampered earl, Ren was confident that he could do it, but it would be too difficult to kill him quietly without attracting the attention of outsiders.
"The water is deep," the old goat muttered. The death of an influential earl was more serious than the mayor of Wilton being killed.
Renn also pondered, this matter may not sound like much at first glance, but from the beginning of the wave period to now, this is the first time that a noble earl has been killed in Faloran. This is different from the death of an ordinary fourth-level transcendent.
He could feel the oppressive atmosphere in the conference room. Many people had panic on their faces, and some women even cried softly.
I have been comfortable for too long.
Superintendent Parr of the 7th Bureau on the stage focused his gaze and said with a cold face: "Quiet! Why are you panicking?"
Everyone gathered their thoughts and the scene gradually calmed down. They all looked at Pal and waited for what was to come.
"According to the investigation, the murderer is most likely a dark duke of the Tremell tribe, and maybe he has helpers.
It can be said that this was a premeditated action. Maybe the demons wanted to create panic and disturb the public order in this area.
During the recent period, it is recommended that everyone should not go to unfamiliar places. If you encounter some suspicious people, stay vigilant and..." Pal said with a straight face and a cold voice.
This matter is quite tricky. A vampire duke who is good at mental attacks and illusions, and perhaps powerful teammates, if they get some legal identities, it would be too troublesome to carry out an assassination.
Ren and the old goat subconsciously looked at each other. Is this why Chris, the "Shadow Hand", was sent here?
Searching and tracking demons is the specialty of the association. In this regard, I am afraid that only the Inquisition of the Church of Light can rival it. Coincidentally, there was a cardinal present.
The old goat muttered in a low voice: "In troubled times, one or several Dark Duke-level killers will make many people unable to sleep."
It felt like a storm was coming, with killing and blood, fear and wailing, and Renn couldn't help but get a little excited.
