The sky is already bright.

The nobles left the Mage Association with satisfactory results.

Viscount Conil was also one of them. He used his huge wealth to buy magical scrolls for protection, including armor enchanted by the dwarf master, and even branches to ward off evil spirits. After returning to the mansion, he ordered his men to cut down all the trees in the mansion.

, even the tree stumps were dug away, and except for the existing palace, everything else was completely destroyed.

His abnormality was noticed by Angela.

All the abnormalities in my husband's life started from the shadow that appeared the night before.

He became crazy and distrustful.

It seemed as if there were some deadly ghosts around.

"Conil, what's wrong with you?... The guard officer, Master Nonalli, has already shown it to us. It's just an illusion... a dream..." Angela said.

"You don't believe me?" Conil looked like he was crazy. "The so-called guards are just bastards who keep the peace when nothing happens. Once something happens, they won't have time to hide and they will come to me? I'm sure

, whatever is around is there.”

Compared to her husband, who was in a very bad state and fell into a state of madness, Conil believed in Nonali's words more, because at least he looked much normal. And Conil, who only had second-level strength, could not surpass a fifth-level mage in terms of perception.

In Nonali, mages have stronger perception ability than other professions. In addition, Conil is always worshiping gods in the basement, so the possibility of hallucinations is very high.

Angela's thoughts were understood by Conil.

He roared angrily: "You damn woman, wealth! Status! Who do you think allowed you to have these things?"

"You don't trust me when I'm in danger?"

Crazy, he kicked Angela to the ground.

The pain made Angela completely confused.

She couldn't imagine how the usually gentle Conil could be... like this?

"Why..." she murmured.

Conil didn't care about Angela's status as "wife" and frantically kicked Angela who had reached the bottom.

The servants around them didn't dare to care. The crime of wife-killing among the nobles was not light, but this was based on the premise of equal status among the nobles. They all knew that Angela was just a down-and-out baron's daughter. In terms of status, she was equal to Viscount Cornier.

His status is completely out of proportion. Even if it happened in a noble court, the judge in charge of the trial could only say a few words, "It's wrong to kill your wife," "Don't do it again next time," and "I'll fine you several thousand gold coins."

Class words.

Conil finally stopped kicking, but it was not because of Angela's cry of pain, but because he was too tired, had no exercise, was addicted to wine and sex, and was out of breath after just a few times.

"Let the doctor and the priest do the treatment, and don't let anyone spread the matter." After Conil said that, he left angrily.

Angela lay on the ground and couldn't help but recall the once optimistic and cheerful McGee, but she betrayed the boy under the false gentleness, enthusiasm and elegance of the aristocrat.

Just where Angela lay, she inexplicably found a shadow in the distance.

But there was nothing existing on that flat land. In other words, there was no way any shadow could be reflected there.

Conil is right!

There's something there!

She slowly raised her head. The dark armor attracted her eyes.

The figure was hidden in the darkness, but it felt inexplicably familiar.

"Life is really not peaceful..."

Nonali, the commander guarding El Palenque, sighed deeply.

He was originally the most leisurely person, working in a nominal job, but now he found that trouble kept coming.

"How is the investigation going with Viscount Conil?"

"...Dead, everyone left in the courtyard is dead." There was fear on the soldier's face, "It looked like a corpse that had been exposed to the sun for several days on the battlefield, exuding a stench and a rotten smell. The surrounding land was like

It looked like it was infected by something, and it was as black as ink. I dug two feet into the ground, and it was all black!"

Nonali shook his head.

After President Hadiwa showed such an expression, he knew that something was unusual.

I am afraid that the unusual people also include President Hadiva. Nonali does not believe that ordinary reasons will make Hadiva amass money crazily, as if he is obsessed with money.

As he said just now, life is not peaceful.

Is he also considering resigning as guard chief and finding a safe place to take refuge?

"Sir...sir..." the soldier looked at the stunned officer and couldn't help but urge.

"What?"

"How should we declare it to the outside world?"

People died, especially the wife of Viscount Cornier. It was impossible to hide such a big accident.

"By the way, you said before... There are traces of abuse on Viscountess Conil's body. Was it caused by Viscount Conil?" Nonali suddenly asked.

The soldiers nodded, "I have verified this with Viscount Conil, and he admitted it, but the specific process was not revealed. He was very scared and hid in Caldera Palace..."

"That would be difficult. It would be difficult for us to go to the Grand Duke's place. Without the person involved... many things would be impossible to verify," Nonali said.

"Isn't that right..." The soldiers also complained quite a bit. They threw troubles at them and ran for refuge themselves. This is really the character of a noble.

"My daughter..impossible.."

The sound coming from outside interrupted Nonali's thoughts and made him frown involuntarily.

Soon a messenger came to deliver the news.

"Who is causing trouble outside?"

"It's Baron Vidko," said the soldier.

"Who is that?" Nonali frowned slightly, it was an unfamiliar name, but the Baron was not a fifth-level mage or a guard chief, something he needed to be afraid of.

"Father of Viscountess Cornier."

"..Let him in."

Nonali was not afraid of such an identity. The deceased Viscountess Cornier was no longer the Viscountess, let alone her father.

It's just that he had made a decision just now, and he needed someone with the right identity to spread it.

"My daughter is dead?" Vidko cried bitterly.

The death of his daughter also means that his good days have come to an end.

Nonali did not say any words of comfort, but simply replied: "Dead..."

"Sir...Sir...you must find out the truth and catch the murderer! Then make him pay a sum of money. If you kill the Viscountess, you must ask the murderer to pay tens of thousands of gold coins."

Nonali obviously did not expect Vidko's greed for money, but things went smoothly beyond expectations. As long as he was greedy for money, things would be easy to handle.

He thought for a while before speaking.

"I'm sorry for the death of your daughter. But the result of death cannot be changed. We don't have much information about the murderer. He may be a person with very terrifying strength... able to attack at Viscount Conil's home.

, it’s an incredible thing, isn’t it? By the way... there are traces of being beaten on her body.”

Vidko was stunned for a moment, and then immediately realized what Nonali meant.

"You mean..."

"By the way, Viscount Conil has already gone to Caldera Palace." Nonali interrupted.

Vidko seemed to have caught something, and ran away without bothering to find out more information.

"..Sir, are you hinting to Baron Widko that the murderer is Viscount Conil?"

"I never said..." Nonali said, "By the way, evacuate people from here, don't interfere in this matter, and try to slow down the guards recently. Anyway, we are under the impression of others.
Chapter completed!