In the midst of the rapid sound of horses' hooves, seven or eight horses on dragon scale horses rushed into the city gate of Segu like a whirlwind, and then galloped towards the southeast.
"Which bastard is so arrogant? I completely ignored that I would hit someone!" A gatekeeper swordsman was hurt by the hurricane raised by the speeding dragon scale horse, so he cursed with some dissatisfaction.
Segu City, the eastern place of exile, never closes the city gate except for special circumstances.
His companion signaled with his eyes not to scold anymore, and then leaned over and lowered his voice: "Didn't you see that the leader was Lord Jacob? Be careful of being spoken ill of you in front of him!"
Hearing that he was one of the members of the Eastern Exile Lords Council, the gatekeeper swordsman who spoke first closed his mouth tightly and looked around warily, worried that his casual complaint just now would be remembered by someone with a heart, and he would be beaten at best, or knocked unconscious and thrown into the forest.
After waiting for dozens of seconds, he asked suspiciously: "What happened in Segu City? Why did Lord Jacob hurry so hastily?"
The companion who stopped him from scolding Jacob whispered in a tone that was both fearful and excited: "I heard that Master Jacob's son, Master Warren, was killed in his villa, and none of his guardian knights, magicians, and swordsmen survived!"
"What?! Warren is evil...... The young master was killed? Who is so bold? Isn't he afraid of Lord Jacob's revenge?!" Warren was notorious in the Eastern Exile, and the gatekeeper swordsman only felt very pleased and almost blurted out cheers, but he made a mistake just now and paid more attention to this aspect, so he noticed it in time and forcibly endured it. Then a huge surprise rose from the bottom of his heart, I don't know how many years it has not happened in the East Exile, how someone dared to challenge the authority of a lord, and still killed his only son! This is an unresolvable hatred!
Seeing that several other gatekeeper swordsmen quietly surrounded them out of curiosity, he said with a little excitement: "The slaves locked up in Master Warren's villa are all missing! It seems that Master Warren offended people who shouldn't have offended when he kidnapped people, so he was approached by strong people and killed without leaving any remains. Tsk tsk, without this kind of hatred, who would do such a ruthless thing?"
The gatekeeper swordsman who spoke first looked back at the end of the street where Jacob and his party had disappeared, and sighed softly: "Master Jacob only has the son of Master Warren, and he will definitely not give up his hatred easily. During this time, everyone should be careful not to become the target of Lord Jacob's anger."
"Yes, it is said that it happened in the afternoon, because its own magic circle was isolated from the sound, so it was not discovered until the evening. With so much time, that strong man must have escaped far away, and it would be difficult for Lord Jacob to catch the murderer. He is of werewolf blood, under such a heavy blow, I am afraid it will be difficult to maintain his sanity, hey, many people in the East Exile will die in vain!" The well-informed gatekeeper shook his head slightly in fear. Fortunately, they belonged to the guards of Segu City, as long as they did not seek death themselves, Jacob would not vent his anger on them, that is not to take the nine city lords seriously.
Jacob is a fourth-level knight, werewolf blood, in the same level, speed, strength, agility, claw attack power, own defense, recovery are all outstanding, and also have the ability of rage, evil shadow strike, roar shock, dark weakening aura and other abilities, it is a very excellent bloodline, the disadvantage is that it does not have long-range supernatural attack ability, and cannot maintain sanity under the moonlight, and will become a real giant wolf.
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Garden villa living room.
Jacob looked at the pieces of flesh and blood on the ground, his eyes widened enormously, and bloodshots appeared on his eyeballs, dyeing them blood-red. His own son, who has been raised for nearly thirty years, has become such a puddle of minced meat and blood? You can see the internal organs, fingers, and other parts everywhere!
He clenched his fists tightly, and long gray and white body hair grew out from the gaps in his black armor gloves.
The sensitive nose twitched, and Jacob said in a tone that was as depressed as if a storm was coming: "The smell of blood is not only Warren's, but also someone else's. Damn bastard, he actually let their flesh and blood be mixed together, and they can't be separated."
"It seems that Master Warren can only pick up some relatively intact body parts and bury them." The knights who followed Jacob thought to themselves, and then walked around the living room under the pretext of checking the traces, and no one dared to face Jacob's anger.
"Mr. Spencer, please use magic to check here and see if you can find clues." Jacob's long gray and white hair appeared on his face, as if he couldn't suppress his emotions, but in order to get information from his enemies, he forcibly suppressed the desire to kill in his heart, which was the desire to tear all the humanoid creatures he saw to pieces, "When I know who you are, no matter what the price, I will make you kneel in front of Warren's coffin, kneel there forever! Even if your body has turned into bones!"
Intermediate magicians can become lords of the Eastern Exile themselves, or as advisors to the Nine City Lords, so Jacob, a fourth-level great knight, is not qualified or capable of hiring a mid-level magician at all, only Spencer, a second-ring magician, takes his students as his magic advisors - due to the strangeness and unpredictability of magic, if there is no magic advisor in the dangerous Eastern Exile, even a great knight will suffer a lot!
Spencer took a crystal ball from his pocket, set it on the end of the black wand, and began to cast astrology.
The crystal ball turned black, like a starry sky at night, and the stars drew their own trajectories.
"Astrology has no hints, it seems that he is a magician who is good at astrology, and the magic he used to kill Master Warren was fireball, and the preliminary judgment was that it was three rings." Spencer failed to get feedback from astrology, but judged based on experience.
Jacob's eyes were red and pointed to most of the bar and the puddle of flesh and blood that had been blown to pieces: "This powerful explosive magic is just three rings?!" He was starting to be irritable, and he obviously didn't believe Spencer's judgment.
The bottles of wine on the wine rack behind the bar were shattered by the explosion, and all the wine flowed out, soaking the only half of the chairs and soaking the floor.
Spencer pointed to the slightly different glass shards on the ground: "Master Jacob, look at these, it proves that there were still many alchemical explosives detonated at that time. It seems that after Master Warren or Real was controlled, his body was covered with explosives, and then he hugged another person and was exploded by the fireball technique, so the power was greater than that of ordinary fireball technique."
"I, no, I want to hear how Warren died, I just want to know who the bastard who should be torn to pieces is!" Jacob spat out word by word, then roared.
Spencer took a breath and activated the crystal ball on the black magic wand again, this time the crystal ball became extremely dark, with no stars shining.
An old, evil voice came from inside the crystal ball: "Adhering to the unknown of fate, the long river of time that shines, summon my magician, you can exchange five gems for the answer to a question, limited to one."
This is the three-ring star system magic "astrological question", which can ask an unknown evil being, and it will only answer yes or no. If the question does not exceed the level of the questioner himself, the accuracy rate is about 75%.
Spencer's wand appeared to be a level 3 magic item.
The five beautiful flame rubies immediately disappeared as soon as they touched the crystal ball, and then Spencer asked, "I wonder if the magician who killed Warren has only made a grudge against him these days?"
The shortened time frame makes it easier to investigate.
The old and evil voice replied without hesitation: "Yes."
After hearing the answer, Jacob couldn't wait to order: "You, you, and you, you hurry up and inquire about the news, inquire about the news from all channels, and see which magician Warren has had a conflict with in the past few days! We must hurry up and catch the magician before he escapes too far, and then let him know what regret feels like!"
The knights left the garden villa one after another, while Spencer put away the crystal ball, and with the help of the remaining two knights, he checked the traces of the explosion in place, the traces of the direction of the fireball, etc., but unfortunately found nothing.
"Master Jacob, let's go check the other places of the dead and the secret rooms where the slaves were imprisoned, which may have clues left by the magician's omission. But the villa is very big, and we are short on manpower, so we need to transfer my students and your other attendants." Spencer made a suggestion.
Jacob rubbed his forehead: "Mr. Spencer, these things are left to you, I can't control my emotions now, I can't calm down, I just want to kill and tear apart that bastard magician! I just want to see him kneeling in front of Warren!"
With Jacob's consent, Spencer first asked the emerald bird familiar to inform his students, and then searched and inspected the villa separately with the other two knights.
The living room suddenly became quiet, and the sad and desolate, extremely oppressive atmosphere seemed to be thickened with Jacob's irritable pace.
"Bastard, bastard, clown, I'm going to kill you!" Jacob kept nagging.
Suddenly, clumps of thick and strong gray and white spider webs appeared on his feet, entangled him tightly!
In the place where the aroma of wine was strong, an invisible figure suddenly emerged, wearing a brownish-red tight jacket, white breeches and black boots, and a handsome face wearing a monocle with a faint smile.
Lucian didn't take the opportunity to escape, but boldly stayed at the murder scene against everyone's intuitive judgment! And cleverly hid in a corner without a trace, hiding the keen sense of smell brought by Jacob's werewolf blood with the aroma of wine and blood.
Lucian waited patiently here for four or five hours, just waiting for the opportunity to kill Jacob! Otherwise, if Jacob investigates the whole story, what is the point of silenced Warren by himself? And as long as Jacob died, his status and property would definitely cause waves, and other lords would not be able to take care of themselves.
This is Lucian's "aftermath" work!
(End of this chapter)