King Ryan, who has some gray on his temples, has a rosy complexion, a straight back, and strong steps, without looking at all terminally ill.
His Majesty the King, who was dressed in gorgeous clothes and was traveling in finery, was looking at his brother's office and living space with great interest.
The Grand Duke's body had already been removed.
The blood stains were even cleaned up.
The rest of the decor, the furniture?
It can't be called gorgeous.
It can even be said to be frugal.
Even the desk has its paint peeled off.
Not to mention a grand duke, even an ordinary noble would not use such a desk, but how long had his younger brother used it?
Two years?
Three years?
Or longer?
When he thought that his younger brother was working on this desk, Ryan IX, who had been very interested just now, frowned and said to a personal attendant beside him: "Move this desk and the chair together and chop wood."
, burned.”
"Yes, Your Majesty."
The attendant immediately moved the desk out.
Ryan IX looked at the bed again.
There are no velvet ceilings or soft beds.
All there was was a bed board covered with thin linen and an equally thin quilt.
Worse than his attendants!
After reaching this conclusion, Ryan IX snorted again.
"This place was also moved and burned down."
Ryan IX ordered again.
The attendant immediately obeyed.
After the desks and beds were moved away, Ryan IX did not feel comfortable.
Because, he saw the documents piled up on the ground.
When he picked up the top document, Ryan IX immediately became excited.
This is a tax reported by the local government.
"Sgu Town?"
"It should be a border town, right?"
"Tax 170 gold crowns per year?"
The memory of Lion IX was very vague about this town. It took him a long time to remember that there seemed to be such a border town in the Kingdom of Lane, and the tax of 170 gold crowns for a border town should be quite a lot. He had just taken charge of the king's power.
In the 1990s, the annual tax in the border town was only 30-40 gold crowns, but his brother actually approved the investigation.
Obviously, his younger brother is a little greedy.
Ryan IX immediately picked up the document below. He couldn't wait to see the results of the investigation.
Then, His Majesty the King frowned again.
"The mayor and the tax collector embezzled 100 gold crowns?!"
"How does Graz know?"
"How could he know!"
King Ryan IX threw the document on the ground. His Majesty the King naturally already had the answer in his heart.
Why did the Grand Duke of Graz know?
Naturally, it was because this Grand Duke not only managed Lane in an orderly manner, with incomes in various places soaring, but he also knew the entire Lane well.
This made Lion IX angry.
Because such merit should have been his!
"Graz, wait!"
"I will be stronger than you!"
"and……"
"You're already dead!"
Ryan IX's deep voice became happy as he spoke.
yes!
Graz is dead!
The Graz that left him completely without the dignity of a king and unable to hold his head up for the rest of his life is dead!
Ryan now!
He has the final say!
He is truly a king!
A smile appeared on Ryan IX's face, and he raised his hand and patted it.
A waiter came in immediately.
"Where are little Graz and the illegitimate Andinan?"
Ryan IX asked.
"Counsellor Witte has already dealt with the two of them."
"Silik and Marple Poirot, who have been following the two of them, have also been eliminated!"
The attendant answered.
"Very good!"
The last stone in Ryan IX's heart immediately fell to the ground. He excitedly walked around the room several times, muttering: "I want to reward Consultant Witte! I must reward Consultant Witte!"
Of course he wants to reward this Werther consultant well!
If the other party hadn't accidentally discovered that Andinan's mother actually had clues to the lab of the Crown Prince, then they wouldn't have been able to discover the 'potion of immortality' from it.
It is even more impossible to use this as an opportunity to completely divert Graz's attention and finally achieve the current victory.
"It's a pity that Werther has changed beyond recognition because of learning Snake's royal skills. He is really not suitable to appear in the court. Otherwise, I will definitely make him my minister."
"However, I can still make him my captain of the bodyguard now."
"Just keep wearing that iron mask."
Ryan IX couldn't help but frown when he thought about his consultant's face. He was not as handsome and elegant as before. However, after thinking about the other person's achievements, he still needed to give him an explanation.
The previously promised prime ministership is no longer possible.
But a captain of the bodyguard is still fine.
no!
This will make me look stingy!
Give me another general title as compensation!
"The kind-hearted Ryan IX will never treat anyone who is loyal to him badly!"
His Majesty the King couldn't help laughing when he thought of Werther's grateful appearance.
"Now you go and announce that Andinan was resentful of Graz because of his illegitimate status, so he assassinated the Grand Duke of Graz, Grand Graz and Little Graz. His crime was unpardonable and he has been killed."
"And that Marple Poirot, who was a descendant of a noble but did not know honor and became Andinan's accomplice, was also shot to death."
"Their bodies will be hung outside the walls of Hessettins tomorrow."
Ryan IX ordered.
As for the bodies of the Archduke of Graz, the Great Graz, and the Young Graz?
A state funeral is no longer possible.
In fact, King Ryan IX did not want the three of them to be buried in the royal cemetery.
The wilderness and woods outside the city, and being buried in the belly of an animal, are the final destinations for the three of them.
Of course, it will be published in the newspaper.
The bodies of the three people were severely damaged by Andinan, making it impossible to carry out a normal funeral.
"Let those civilians vent all their anger on Andinan and Marple Poirot!"
"My poor brother and nephews didn't even have their bodies intact until they died!"
After Ryan IX said these words with a smile, he never stayed in this room again, letting the documents pile up there.
His Majesty the King naturally knows the importance of these documents, but he has more important things to do now.
‘Elixir of Immortality’!
You must know that the laboratory under the crown of 'Modeus' is only half open, and the final door has not yet been opened. Although the previous harvest has made him feel that his body has recovered, he does not mind if he can live forever.
Compared to your own immortality, what do those documents count?
As long as he lives forever, he will have plenty of time to govern the entire country.
He will definitely become a king far superior to his ancestors!
With this belief, Lion IX walked out of the castle.
Then, he froze.
His attendants and guards fell to the ground.
No matter how stupid he was, Ryan IX felt something was wrong at this time, and he immediately wanted to pull out the long sword from his waist. However, the long sword was only halfway out when a dagger was placed on his throat.
"Don't kill me! I am the king of Ryan, and I will give you whatever you want!"
Ryan IX shouted loudly.
However, the next moment, the dagger slit his throat.
puff!
Blood is spraying.
The dagger in Goethe's hand was pointed at Ryan IX's vest and lower back several times in succession.
He didn't stop until he was sure that the opponent was dead.
Looking at the corpse of Lion IX, Goethe frowned.
Something's wrong!
Something's wrong!
He had seen the expression and expression of King Ryan IX in the Grand Duke's room just now, and he had also heard the conversation between him and his attendants.
The first impression I had on him was that he was high-minded but low-handed, proud and complacent, stingy and unwilling to face reality.
How could such a person arrange such a big situation?
Goethe narrowed his eyes subconsciously.
"Werther?"
Whispering this unfamiliar name, Goethe picked up the king's body and quickly disappeared into the castle.
…
22 Castle Street, Hersettins.
Silik panted heavily.
Teleporting twice in a row was almost reaching the limit for him who was already old and frail, but even so, he chose to do it - he was persuaded by Marple.
That seemingly complete plan has too many variables.
Rather than completely losing passivity, it is far better to take the initiative.
Risky?
For sure!
But, it’s worth it!
Moreover, Marple obviously has to bear greater dangers, and he still has a chance to breathe.
Silik naturally knows how to choose.
What's more, even if Marple fails to assassinate Ryan IX, it will completely divert Ryan IX's attention, and they can take advantage of this opportunity to escape from Hesetins.
or……
Change appearance.
This is not difficult for him normally.
But now?
Even though there is one of his coordinates here, this coordinate was dropped by the crow, not arranged by him, so naturally there is no corresponding thing.
The old consultant sat there and recovered his strength as quickly as possible while thinking about countermeasures.
Andinan took out his revolver and stood guard.
Little Graz, however, was restless.
Little Graz objected to the previous plan.
Unfortunately, three to one, the objection was ineffective.
Now staying in this quiet residence, listening to the sounds of soldiers searching outside, little Gratz couldn't help but ask.
"Is it safe here?"
"certainly!"
"This is the home of a couple who travel for half a year every year before returning to Hersettins in the spring."
Andinan comforted little Graz.
"Then those soldiers won't break in, right?"
Little Graz was still worried.
"No, as long as they don't want to cause trouble for themselves in the future - the people living in the Castle Block are not ordinary people. Their wealth makes them inextricably linked to the nobility, and some are simply nobility themselves."
"So, as long as we don't make any noise or light, it's safe."
Andinan said with great certainty.
"That's good, that's good."
Little Gratz said repeatedly, and then sat directly on the ground.
The second son of the Grand Duke is too tired.
Not only physically tired, but also psychologically tired.
The second son of the Grand Duke was already exhausted after receiving such completely unacceptable news and continuous bombardment. He was able to persist until now only by force.
Now that I heard it was safe for the time being, I immediately sat down without worrying about my appearance.
Then……
The second son of the Grand Duke felt a chill on his head.
A dagger struck from the darkness and grazed the hair of the Grand Duke's second son.
"Silik!"
Little Gratz shouted in fear, with a cry in his voice.
Silik rushed over immediately, but the old consultant who had not yet recovered was immediately kicked to the ground by the attacker, who stabbed the old consultant's throat with a dagger.
Bang!
The situation was critical, and Andinan, who couldn't care less, pulled the trigger.
The bullet fired out, but missed.
The attacker not only dodged the bullet with a light leap, but also came to Andinan, the dagger in his hand flashing past.
The revolver in Andinan's hand was directly dismembered into parts.
The young man was startled, raised his hand, and was about to attack with his fist.
But this is too slow.
Before the young man could swing his fist, the attacker grabbed his throat and picked him up.
It wasn't just Andinan, the attacker bent down and reached out and picked up little Graz as well.
The opponent's palm tightened in an instant, and the face of little Gratz, who was starved of oxygen, gradually turned purple.
Andinan was even worse. The feeling of suffocation hit his brain in waves. However, feeling the familiar touch of his palm, the young man's eyes were full of disbelief. He tried his best to shout -
