Edge of the Apocalypse

Chapter 157: Dinner

"Yes, Your Excellency."

"Then are you sure the suicide note he left behind was personally written?" Windsor Belo asked.

"The handwriting has been appraised by experts. It was indeed written by Gu Man."

Windsor Belo nodded and said, "Understood. Is there anything else you want to add?"

"Strangely enough, on the day of the prosecutor's suicide, his maid committed suicide as well. It was found in the closet by Martha, the mistress. According to Martha, there might have been someone else in their house at that time. She was mentally tortured because she was locked in her room and locked in the middle of the night against the body."

"I know. If you find anything, let me know." Windsor Belo cut off the communication.

Only then did Nono get her little head out of the back of the sofa.

Windsor Belo jumped off the sofa and walked to the second floor of the attic. "Let Mirren see me later. Hey, someone wants to start a war with the old party."

Nono was shocked and hurriedly contacted Windsor Belo's adjutant.

Twenty minutes later, Mirren, who was reporting to the apartment, saw Windsor Belo in her military uniform. Mirren bowed and said directly, "I have already asked the Red Wolf for detailed information about prosecutor Guman's suicide."

"What do you think?" Windsor Belo shoved herself into the sofa and crossed her legs.

Mirren said in a deep voice, "I have already considered it on my way here. There are indeed many doubts about this matter. The first is the relationship between Guman and the Holy Disarmament. With the power and wealth of a district prosecutor, I think it is not enough to support an armed bandit. If Guman is a middleman, then I believe it more."

Windsor Belo nodded and said, "What about the second point?"

"Guman didn't commit suicide, he was murdered." "The prosecutor committed suicide with his maid," Mirren said, her eyes sparkling with wisdom. "Mistress Martha is sure there were other people in the house that night. It was clear that someone had killed the maid and replaced her in order to get close to Guman. As for Gu Man's suicide note, that's right, it was personally written by him after being appraised. But there are many methods, or abilities, that he can use to write this letter himself. "

"Most importantly, there are many doubts about this suicide note itself. One of them is where Guman got the information about the marshal. His source of information may be the cause of his death."

Windsor Belo said cheerfully, "Just as I thought." It has to be said that this fellow is indeed beautifully decorated. Guman committed suicide, and the suicide note specifies that the Holy Disarmament was destroyed because of me. Then the people on Guman's head will definitely harbor a grudge against me, so the hatred will be directed towards us. This fellow is deliberately trying to start a war between us and the old party. "

"However, his methods are too childish." Windsor Belo shook her head. "No matter what, it looks like a newbie Raymond. With such a trick, there won't be any movement from the old party. But I don't have the virtue of being provocative and not fighting back. Mirren, go check Guman's intelligence sources. Have the Red Wolf dig hard for me. I want to see which mouse is playing this trick with me."

"Yes sir." Mirren stood up and bowed.

Windsor Belo also jumped up from the sofa. "Let's go together. I have an appointment with Old Horn."

"Beth Cod's Patriarch?" Mirren raised her eyebrows, "Is it for your students?"

"Well, since you've agreed to be a teacher, you have to show some respect. Besides, the gift Horn prepared for me is really Hahaha, I'm really sorry, I lost my composure."

Seeing the smile on Windsor Belo's face, Mirren shook her head. Horn would definitely agree to it and be generous, which was why his lord's heart was filled with joy. Considering Windsor Belo's life-threatening personality, Mirren thought Horn might give her a ton of gold. Those glittering metals moved Windsor Belo more than simple currency numbers.

At some point, this woman had the characteristics of a dragon.

Arthur's eyes were likewise illuminated by countless bright and fine pieces of light.

Of course, what illuminated his eyes was not gold, but the refraction of winter snow on the ground. He was seriously piling up a snowman, which was one of his favorite things to do when he was young. Of course, Arthur's snowman was definitely not that simple. Often, other gadgets would be added to it, something that could frighten and anger his brothers and sisters.

But now, the snowman was only a snowman, and Arthur would no longer add anything to it. Hours of prank had now transformed into something else.

"Young Master, are you looking for me?"

A girl's voice rang out behind him. Arthur inserted a branch into the snowman's body and clapped his hands to stand up. Arthur turned to look at the milky-haired girl and smiled gently.

Seeing his smile, Nana shivered. It was not because of the cold weather, but because of Arthur's smile. Anyone familiar with him knew that the gentler Arthur smiled, the angrier he felt.

She didn't know what she had done to upset Arthur.

"Dear Nana, come here." Arthur waved his hand and said softly.

Nana resisted the urge to turn around and run. She rubbed the corner of her clothes with both hands and walked over with her head lowered. Arthur gently swept his hand over her bangs and his finger slid down her smooth cheek. "Perhaps I didn't say it clearly enough before, or else why would you let Guman leave behind such a stupid thing as a suicide note? Especially when it mentions our respected Marshal Windsor Belo. Haha, this isn't a suicide note. It's a war note that stirs up a conflict between the old and the new."

Arthur's fingertips were ice-cold, giving Nana goosebumps. Especially when it landed in the neck fossa and hasn't been retracted yet. On the contrary, she raised her belt and opened the button. A gust of cold wind immediately rolled into her clothes along her collar, causing Nana to tremble even more violently.

"Didn't Young Master say that fighting between the old and the new parties is good for us?" Nana forced a smile and said, "So I thought maybe I could use Guman to do some writing."

"So I blamed you wrongly?" Arthur's hand continued downwards, beneath his seemingly gentle finger. The shirt, buttons, and jumper seemed to have been torn apart by an invisible pair of scissors, exposing Nana's smooth skin little by little to the cold air.

'"You know what? Nana, you shouldn't have done that. The old and new parties are like a game of chess. Unfortunately, this game is very big. It's so big that we can barely stay at the edge of the game, let alone interfere with it. But look, you're trying to stick your hand directly into the heart of the game. It's too long to take it back." Arthur's smile grew gentler and gentler. "Look at all that you've done at Guman's. You actually left behind his wife, Martha. Nana, you're still too kind. And kindness is exactly what people like us can't have."

She waved her hand and with a loud crash, the clothes on Nana's body split apart. Half of his upper body was exposed to the cold air when he was blown by the wind. She bit her lips tightly and forced herself not to cover her clothes, allowing the cold wind to blow on sensitive areas of her body.

"Young Master, I know I was wrong."

"It's good to know. Originally, I thought that your actions would make people feel relieved, but now I have to help you deal with the aftermath." Arthur shook his head and said, "Remember, this is the last chance I'll give you. We don't need kindness, but we need restraint. We can't control ourselves. I think you'll see when you look at Kodorf."

Until Arthur left, Nana was still standing in the snow. It wasn't until someone brought her a coat that she was sure that Arthur's punishment was over.

Two days later, Mirren found a female corpse in a dilapidated house on Black Street.

After receiving the order, Red Wolf quickly found out that Gu Man's source of information came from Black Street. After that, an intelligence dealer gave up one of his clients. No matter how unsightly he was, the people of Black Street were unwilling to offend a colossus like Sirius Legion. When she found this woman named "Steelina", she had already turned into a corpse.

A woman commits suicide, the gun in her hand and the cartridge case on the ground speak for themselves. Mirren definitely didn't even need to conduct a ballistic evaluation to confirm this. Moreover, it could be concluded that this was not the real Steelina. The reason for that was because when the Red Wolf investigated the victim, it discovered that all the relevant information had been processed. They could not find any clues.

The other party had done it very cleanly. It was precisely because it was too clean that Mirren must have died as a scapegoat.

He replied to Windsor Belo with just one sentence: "The mouse is hiding in the sewer."

"Got it. Come back. Don't worry about that mouse for now. Oh, by the way, warn those fellows on Black Street that they will dare to sell information about me in the future and let them handle it themselves."

After finishing the communication, Windsor Belo looked at the gowns that Nono had sent her in distress. It was much more troublesome for the marshal to choose one of these to attend Bescord's banquet than for the mouse.

Apart from Windsor Belo, Alan was also troubled.

At this moment, he was in his winged tower house in Castle Ugarte. Previously, he had seen such a large living space, but now, it was crowded. Especially after Tonislaw and his image design team squeezed in, Alan could only silently watch as the living room sofa, long table, potted plants and other furnishings were moved to a corner. And then filled with hangers, mirrors, and three-dimensional cutting tools.

To be honest, it was a pleasure to see Tonislaw again. But when the second lieutenant hugged, touched, and almost touched his face with his lipstick-covered lips, Alan had the urge to reach out and praise the devil. Fortunately, Tonislaw's enthusiasm for work outweighed his perverted hobbies and saved his own life.

But in the next few days, Allen had seen the second lieutenant's paranoia. He could even tangle the patterns and patterns of a bow tie for half a day. After staying in the wing tower for two days, Alan felt more tired than participating in a series of battles.

After spending three days in such a rush, Beth Cod's dinner party was finally on schedule.

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