The Principality of Moronir, also known as the Scholar Principality by the world, is the disseminator of etiquette and history in the ancient continent, and is also a soft persimmon in the eyes of other principalities.
Grand Maester Canute comes from Star City, but has lived in the ancient city for most of his life. He is well aware of the dangers of internal strife in the royal family, and rarely speaks proactively during imperial meetings.
The impression he leaves on others is that of an old man who could die suddenly at any time. But those who are familiar with him know that this person is not only not confused, but also very cunning.
However, these days, Archmaester Canute has locked himself in the cellar. He also ordered his servants to refuse all visitors, even if King Ogu comes in person.
Poof, a sharp scalpel pierced the corpse in front of him. Rolling apricot-yellow water came out along with the stench. Seeing this, Knut hurriedly opened the ventilation window, and did not forget to use it when he turned around.
The mask covers the mouth and nose.
Not long after, he carefully collected the concentrated water into a silver syringe and injected it into the bellies of two white mice. After doing all this, Knut stood up and walked out of the cellar.
He had been striving to stay away from trouble all his life, but he never expected that he would not be able to withstand the destiny in the end. He knew about the death of the third prince, but he did not want to know, so he only went to the imperial meeting in person again after claiming to be ill for many days.
But who knows, God is not as good as man, and a strange thing happened in the palace that day. The maid who had served the third prince for many years suddenly contracted a strange disease, and her whole body festered and died in less than a day.
Therefore, as the most knowledgeable person in the royal city, Archmaester Canute became the best candidate to investigate the cause of the incident. Amidst the ridicule of all the ministers, he reluctantly took over the body.
Three days later, he was standing in the yard looking a little confused, but more of it came from the fear of getting close to the answer. He was afraid of whether his guess was true, and even more afraid that he would be killed inexplicably.
This dead woman did not die suddenly due to a strange disease as described in the report. Instead, someone had tampered with her clothes, which allowed the toxin to enter her body and fester to death.
If this kind of conclusion were placed elsewhere, Archmaester Canute would know everything about it. But once it is related to the royal family, how to define the conclusion becomes a life-or-death problem.
"Sir, Lord Manuel is here. I didn't know you..." He was in a trance when he was suddenly awakened by his butler.
"Manuel? Invite him in." Knut was stunned for a moment when he heard this, but then he smiled bitterly. The other person is the godfather of the third prince, and he is also a popular person around King Augu. It is really hard for him to offend him.
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A few minutes later, a familiar face walked in. He was wearing simple yet elegant aristocratic clothing, and his neatly trimmed white hair stood on end.
"Grandmaester Knut, after two days of research, do you have any conclusions?" Manuel asked directly, with a completely businesslike look.
"The whip bearer of the Empire, Jacob's godfather, and Prime Minister Manuel. The conclusion is still shrouded in fog. I would like to ask you if you can become a beacon to guide me forward?" Knut thought for a while and then spoke.
Replied.
"I don't like this kind of aristocratic euphemism. If you have any questions, just say it clearly. I want to know the answer before I leave today." Manuel frowned and said calmly.
The wooden door of the cellar was opened again, and the two of them stood inside. No one made a sound first. Under the dim candlelight, the two white mice that had been injected with concentrated water were already overturned in the cage and did not know whether they were alive or dead.
.But others of the same kind are still active and full of energy.
"What is the strange disease she suffers from?" Manuel asked, staring at the rotting corpse.
"My knowledge is shallow and I dare not draw any conclusions. But judging from my experience over the years, what she suffers from is not a disease, but spider poison!" Grand Bachelor Knut replied softly.
Silence! Silence for more than ten minutes!
Although Manuel, the former Prime Minister, had expected such a conclusion when he came, he still felt a little unbelievable after hearing it with his own ears.
Although this person is only the lowest-level palace maid, she is naturally famous because she has served the third prince all year round. Moreover, she is usually modest and friendly, and will never do anything stupid that will attract people to kill her. In addition, she has been bizarre recently.
After the death of the third prince, the so-called answer gradually emerged.
Thinking of this, Manuel slowly turned his head to look at the other party. His originally sharp eyes revealed endless fatigue at this moment.
"Will this poison be transmitted to others? Does the city need to be under martial law and verified one by one?" Manuel withdrew his gaze and asked coldly.
"It shouldn't be necessary. Please see, these two white rats died of the same problem, but the others are still intact." Grand Bachelor Knut pointed to the rat cage and replied.
"But even so, it doesn't completely prove your inference. Give me some poison, and I want to confirm it with my own eyes." Manuel said and walked out of the cellar first.
The difficult matter has been successfully resolved, and Archmaester Canute is sitting at the dining table, enjoying the pastry. He did not ask how the other party's so-called "personal confirmation" was carried out, because he could think of it with his toes tonight.
In the dark prison, it will be purgatory on earth.
But he didn't have the slightest objection to this, and was even a little pleased. When a person is alive, he must first ensure that he does not die in order to generate value.
The dead are dead, and they can be regretted and remembered, but they should not lose more lives because of it. Life is kind most of the time, but who dares to say that it is always kind.
As for those so-called conspiracies and tricks, they should be something that worries King Augu. To put it bluntly, he is just a bachelor stationed in the Royal City from Star City. If he doesn’t even understand the basic taboos, he is not qualified to participate in the imperial meeting.
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The corpses were burned and the cellar was thoroughly disinfected. After all this, Grand Maester Canute returned to his sickly look.
On the branches under the moon, the night owl crows. King Ogu holds a small crystal bottle in his hand, and what is inside is the refined concentrated water.
"You said this thing is spider venom?" Fernando looked at Manuel standing not far away and asked softly.
"Exactly, this is the thing that poisoned the third prince's personal maid. I believe you already know the reason." Manuel bowed and replied.
"I didn't expect that the whole incident would end with such a smelly thing. The Principality of Cisse is really rude." King Fernando of Ogu stood up slowly, and the moonlight outside the window was still cold.
In a huge room in the palace, Queen Isabella was receiving the dark elves from the Whispering Forest. The two of them were sometimes whispering, sometimes clinking glasses and drinking, showing a happy picture.<
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What Queen Isabella is holding is the precious tea that the other party brought thousands of miles away. And the dark elf is also holding a beautiful wooden box in his hand, which contains a priceless fire dragon crystal.