Chapter 125 Another Assassination

They lost the direction they came from, but because they had walked a long way before and were very close to the target, they quickly returned to the right path.

This is not a difficult task.

The old house inherited by the Culles family occupies a large area. Even if they took some detours, it was only to the extent of "walking from the garden drainage system to the toilet sewage system."

Fortunately, they were not wrong either.

In the garden late at night, the cold moonlight shines through the hollow and leaky stone slabs, casting long light spots on Clayton's face below.

He pushed himself upwards, leaned against the stone slab and listened, finally confirming that the garden was unattended at the moment.

So he pushed the stone slab away and climbed out of the narrow surface pipe, followed closely by Barbara and Julius.

They are still covered in irritating liquid and the color is quite bright. If they want to enter the building, they will definitely leave traces.

But we are already here, so it doesn’t matter if we leave traces.

They were not here to kill Caroline Culles.

It may be ridiculous to say this, but except for Clayton, no one actually cares about who Athena Brugge is and what she has done. Therefore, even if she is dead, the Sheriff's Department's investment in this matter is quite limited. They

I don't worry about the follow-up investigation afterwards.

The lieutenant is also a peace officer and has a certain understanding of the internal situation.

He knew that all the Sheriff's Department could do in cases where it was difficult to find the murderer was to raise the reward. And if Caroline Culles was actually unwilling to disclose his relationship with this foreign woman, they would have to get away if they wanted to.

It's easier.

Clayton thought lightly, dragging his muddy footsteps towards the dark silhouette of the mansion among the swaying trees.

Once they had entered the building in disguise, they had to hide Julius' piece of luminous ore so that it would not be seen by the guards or the servants who were up late at night.

Barbara was frightened by the portraits of strangers staring at them on both sides of the corridor. This was a decoration not found in the Presbyterian stronghold, but after getting used to it, she kept looking left and right, but she couldn't help but tremble.

The architectural structure here was that of a country villa that Clayton was familiar with, but the decoration was too luxurious. From the moment they entered, they saw many expensive furnishings.

The crystal chandelier above the foyer is still sparkling even when it is not lit. The white marble steps are as simple and elegant as ivory, and the handrails are coated with a special layer of paint, giving them a golden sheen like amber.

There is also a huge piano placed in the center of the front room.

Carolingian was indeed one of the richest businessmen in the city of Sasha.

Creighton was very concerned about the stability of the night. Before taking action, he did some simple research on Caroline Culles. Most of this man's information was published in the newspapers.

The deadline for the final election is approaching. During this period, Carolin will definitely not be at home, but actively participate in various activities to win votes for himself. Moreover, he has been busy with his career and has not yet started a family, so there will be no so-called hostess.

There are only one or two mistresses at most.

In view of the three-story structure similar to that of a country house, the guest room should be on the first floor relatively far away from the bathroom, while the servant's room will be in the basement.

There will be no more than twenty rooms in the entire building waiting to be searched.

They searched quickly but found nothing in the three rooms on the first floor.

There are no signs of use in these rooms. Not only the bedding, but also the tables and cupboards are empty.

Clayton looked at Julius at the door of the last guest room, hoping that the mage could give him some enlightenment because of his special perception, but Julius just shook his head helplessly.

The mage found no traces of magic secret doors or protection on this floor.

The lieutenant thought for a moment and then made the decision to go upstairs and continue the search.

They walked quietly toward the stairs covered with long white wool carpets, but warm yellow light shone from behind the folded corners above, and there was a slight sound of footsteps rubbing against woolen shoes.

Clayton's footsteps stopped for an instant, he spread his arms to stop the people behind him from moving forward, and then pulled the two of them to the side of the stairs.

The light source moved up the stairs, printing two figures on the wall that Clayton could see.

A slender shadow walked in front with a handheld lantern. The person behind him stopped for a few seconds when he reached the middle of the stairs, holding on to the handrail, as if he didn't want to leave. Noticing his movements, the shadow in front also stopped and turned around to break the silence.

"Master, you have to leave quickly. If Master Caroline knows that you are back, he will definitely be furious."

"Humph! Just let him know. I have to hide from my servants when I go back to my own home. What kind of rules is this?" The person behind asked grumblingly. Although he tried to lower his voice as much as possible, Clayton couldn't

Still recognized him immediately.

It's Faslag, the guy who cooperated with the Spider Priest to create a fake death!

If he hadn't been induced by this guy, he would have found out the Culles family long ago.

Clayton put his hand on the cavalry sword, but quickly relaxed it, and just pressed against the side of the stairs, listening more intently.

This guy can't die yet. If you make him pay the price privately, it will easily be traced to you later - it's better to take the proof of his survival to the military headquarters.

Fasslag's death caused a lot of commotion in the military, and even affected the relationship between people in the city government and the church. Although Clayton did not pay close attention to their movements, he also knew that they were preparing for the funeral and

The posthumous treatment of the former officer took a long time to negotiate with the Carolingians.

If they knew that he was being fooled by this idiot while he was busy, not only would something happen to him, but Caroline Culles would also miss out on the mayoralty.

"Where are those Hook detectives? Didn't my brother pay them another sum of money? Why did they all leave?" Fasslag did not continue to move, but continued to look at the butler in confusion. The old man had stared at their brothers.

The two grew up together and have served the Culles family diligently for more than thirty years, so they are absolutely reliable.

"Could it be that Caroline took all of them to the dinner party? Because of this, he removed all the guards around me?"

"Don't blame him. He actually doesn't trust those people." The old voice said helplessly. "He thought it would be a good thing for you to stay in the country. There are too many eyes staring at him here."

Faslag stood there, and the three people hiding heard his heavy breathing.

"I understand." He agreed, but still had doubts. "But why does the hall stink? Didn't you throw away the swill?"

Faslag turned his head to the right, trying to find the source of the smell in the aisle to the right of the handrail.

In the blind spot of his vision below, the three people hiding were motionless. They all had methods of controlling their emotions or holding their breath for a long time so that their breathing would not reveal their presence.

The old voice sounded again: "I'm sorry, Master, it's the servants who are lazy again. My eyes and nose are too old to monitor them. Maybe it would be beneficial to find a mistress for this mansion. There has been no one here for a long time."

The mistress has coordinated the housework. I will find an opportunity to persuade Master Caroline."

"It's up to you. Just don't be that woman. She just went to bed with me not long ago." Faslag turned back boredly.

"The duty entrusted to me by the master is to help the two young masters get married to a well-matched woman. Witches are obviously not among the criteria, but I think Master Carolin has a sense of discretion."

"He better have."

The light of the lantern moved again, and the two people walked towards the front hall.

When the light dimmed after they turned the first corner, Clayton walked out of the corner and looked at the direction where Faslag disappeared, his dark blade-like eyebrows knitted together.

"Let's go upstairs."

He heard Fathlag's words and was eager to confirm whether Athena Bleuge was really not here now.

They went upstairs to search together. When approaching a room on the right, Julius sensed something and stopped nervously, silently pointing to the door next to Clayton and Barbara.

"There are mana fluctuations inside." He said through lip language.

Clayton quietly stepped on the carpet and passed by, gently holding the doorknob and twisting it.

Thanks to the meticulous maintenance of the door shaft by the servants, there was no sound at all when the door leaves were opened and closed. When the lieutenant saw the light coming from the gap, he immediately slowed down his hand movements, making sure that any creatures that might be in the room could not hear him pushing the door.

sound.

As the door crack gradually opened, he saw a woman sitting in front of the dressing table with her back to him.

She was wearing a white nightgown, with loose blond hair piled on her shoulders. The mirror reflected the appearance of a quiet beauty. A black candle was lit in front of the mirror to provide lighting for the room.

On the black candle body, the white flame burned quietly.

The beauty seemed to have discovered Clayton in the reflection of the mirror, so she showed a sweet smile to the mirror.

Clayton was not moved by this smile. Before Julius and Barbara could react, he immediately drew out his cavalry sword, strode across a distance of nearly five yards, and chopped off the beautiful head without hesitation.

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From the very beginning, his actions were noticed by this woman.

After the journey in the sewer, he knew very well what he looked like now. Even if he was originally a handsome man, no slutty woman would be willing to have a tryst with him at this moment. That would not only require enough sluttiness, but also courage and unusual hobbies.

Moreover, the black candle is an important prop used by the Fallen Priesthood when they hold the Black Mass to summon the devil.

Only the grease boiled from the corpses of felons can be used to make black candles.

Must take action immediately!

By the time the witch chants the spell, it's too late!

Without any resistance, the curved blade cut through the white neck, but it didn't feel like flesh and blood.

Clayton tapped the ground with his left toe, dodging a possible counterattack to the left like a fencer holding a shield.

But at the moment when the angle shifted, he saw the light and shadow in the direction of his slashing being distorted, and the scene began to shift.

Snapped!

The huge mirror fell down, but was caught by the soft carpet, without breaking or making any noise.

What I just chopped was a mirror! The enemy is behind!

Clayton did not hesitate, turned around again, and waved his arm back first.
To be continued...