Chapter 67
"What are you doing here?" Al really couldn't understand what the relationship was between His Royal Highness the Prince and his worker?
Austin's eyes widened. He was also surprised to see the person coming. "I'm here to wait for the murderer, and you are..."
Before he could finish his words, he saw the middle-aged man standing next to his friend, and his breath caught in his throat. This man rarely showed up, and even most students in the Mage Academy had never seen him. However, Austin had met him briefly once in the palace. Although he was still young at that time and many years had passed, he always remembered the other's appearance out of awe for the strong.
The young prince bowed and said, "It is an honor to see you again, Your Excellency Krevich."
The dean nodded, "What a coincidence."
His attitude was neither hot nor cold, and he didn't seem to be interested in greeting people. This contrast made him seem too kind before.
Al's eyelashes trembled. He didn't know what this person wanted from him. Was he trying to gather intelligence like Raymond, or was he trying to win him over?
The branch owner asked in confusion: "Do you know each other?"
Seeing that they admitted it, the boss did not help to introduce them. He arranged accommodation for the new knights and then hurried back to the restaurant. Because these people had credible backgrounds, the boss felt relieved to keep them.
There were only his own people left at the scene. After chatting, Al learned that Austin had heard about the serial murders from a distance. He thought that since he had nothing to do anyway, he might as well track down the murderer to kill time. This challenging task was much more interesting than traveling around to relax.
As for why Auston appeared here, it was really a coincidence. He and Al had the same idea. There were places to eat and sleep well in this city, and the branch owner looked very rich. They might as well take a gamble. The next place the murderer was going to rob and kill people would be here!
His Royal Highness the Prince asked the city lord to arrange a guard identity for him, and the branch owner let him live in with great trust in him.
Al was speechless. Austin was so reckless. If the queen hadn't arranged people to protect him secretly, this kid would have killed himself sooner or later.
Auston was very happy. "We have such good chemistry, brother. I wanted to go together. I've been living here for a few days and it's quite boring. Fortunately, you guys are here, otherwise I wouldn't be able to stay here any longer."
We received two applications to join the team in one day, and both of their identities were not simple. The original four-member group had mixed feelings, especially Winster, who felt that it was even more crowded around his brother!
In this world where there are many bandits, petty theft is even more common. The space ring is not easy to lose, but putting all the valuables in it and carrying them with you is no different from a child carrying gold through the market for ordinary merchants, so they will at least hire a guard to protect their lives and property.
The same was true for the branch owner. His salary was higher than the profit of some people running their own businesses, so he hired two seven-star beginner swordsmen to live above the small treasury.
As soon as Austin arrived, he occupied the guards' room. He had good intentions. The realms of these two men were so low that if they were unlucky enough to run into the murderer, they would definitely be killed.
Then Alphis came and drove Auston away and occupied the room.
There were no signs of search at the previous crime scenes, which showed that the murderer had used some unknown means to get the location of the treasure room. He was worried about letting Austin stay here.
After Al and the others were led by the guards to find their way around the courtyard which covered several hundred square meters, when he returned to his room, Winster, who had volunteered to stay in the treasure room to guard it, had already changed his bedding. "Brother, take a rest."
Al looked at the room where even the air had become much fresher, and couldn't help but sigh, "Winster is so virtuous."
The young man had no objection to this adjective. He put his arm around the other's shoulders and led him to sit down on the soft bed. "Brother, it's very hard to deal with Samuel every night. I'm just doing some small things to make it easier for you."
Huh? Al laughed, "I didn't find it hard. I can learn a lot of interesting things by talking to Samuel."
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Winster frowning slightly. Although his expression was calm, he could see some hostility in it.
Al pursed his lips. He suspected that the boy was clenching his teeth...
After brainstorming for a while, he quickly found a suitable topic to divert Winster's attention, "Do you think Dean Klevich can be trusted?"
Winster has an animal-like intuition, and when he can't make a clear decision, Al will ask for his opinion.
Because the dean had asked him about the details of these murders and was obviously interested in them, he suspected that the dean was the mysterious man who appeared next to the coffin two days ago - after all, a space-oriented person at the level of a God of Law could come and go freely in most places in this world.
"Him?" Those deep old foxes were not easy to understand because they never showed their emotions. All Winster could feel was... "He seems like a good person, but he talks too much."
In fact, in the eyes of Raymond and the others, the dean was just having a normal conversation with the Son of God to make the atmosphere less awkward, and he was far from being talkative. However, Winster thought that he was as annoying as Auston, and was distracting his brother's attention all the way.
Thinking about the fact that his brother had obviously less frequently spoken to him and smiled at him today, the possessive Winster felt a little bit aggrieved at being left out.
Winster put his arms around the silver-haired young man's neck, lowered his eyes unhappily, and lowered his head to rest on his brother's shoulder - it was really annoying, there were always a steady stream of people trying to squeeze into their lives...
Al couldn't see the coldness on Winster's face. To him, his brother suddenly became listless.
"Are you bored?" This was Winster and Samuel's daily worry, and he asked without thinking.
The handsome young man with deep features placed his chin on his shoulder, his Adam's apple trembling slightly, "Hmm." The low, nasal voice made Al's ears tickle, and the gentle, hot breath hitting his neck made him tense his body uncomfortably.
The next moment, Al raised his hand and pushed the man up to sit upright, "Don't lean against me like this, it's a bit uncomfortable." He didn't dare to say directly that he didn't want to get so close, lest the boy think he was disgusted.
If it was someone else, such as his good friend Auston or his brother Linton, who spoke to him in this manner, Al would have pushed the person away with disgust the moment they put their arms around his neck.
At most, he would hug people of the same sex face to face to express comfort and support, but the time could not be too long. The reason why Winster could rely on him until now was because this guy would hug him every day. After a long time, he got used to it...
It was still afternoon, and in a world without electronic products, when you couldn't find anything to do, you would worry about how to kill time. Al couldn't think of anything to do, so he asked Winster, "Is there anything you want to do?"
Unable to lean on him, Winster began to entangle a strand of the other's silver hair with his fingertips. If his intimate actions revealed a bit of possessiveness, the pair of black eyes staring at Al were obedient and pure. "I will tell my brother about the monsters and magic plants in the Age of the Gods."
As long as he satisfied his brother's curiosity, the other party would be less interested in talking to Samuel.
Al hesitated for a moment, and finally couldn't help asking, "How do you know these things?"
Winster said bluntly: "That guy gave me some memories."
Hmm? He thought that the memory connection referred to the things that happened in the past ten or twenty years.
"Then Samuel is quite good to you." Al suspected that the god was too lonely, so his soul took up residence in Winster and raised him as his son.
Because Samuel forcibly took over his body to get along with his brother, Winster was very annoyed with Him and was more reluctant than before to admit that they were the same person.
After hesitating for a while, he still didn't explain why that guy took such good care of him. His main reason was that he didn't want his brother to change his attitude towards him because of this incident.
"He is not good to me, he just can't control his memory." Winster began to talk nonsense. He didn't want his brother to have a better impression of Samuel.
"I see... Do you know anything about the dark race? Can you tell me about it? I'm a little curious."
The Church portrayed the dark race as ugly monsters that enjoyed slaughtering for fun and ate raw meat and drank blood. Even the succubus, who were famous for their beauty, were frightening because of their reputation for playing with the feelings of people of different races and then eating their hearts raw.
Elphis was very interested in the unknown, and he was curious about how much of the current rumors were true.
The God of Darkness lives in the abyss. Even though He rarely pays attention to those weak subordinates, He still has some superficial understanding of them, so Winter can also give some common sense.
The quiet chat between the two made Winster feel comfortable. He asked with a smile, "Brother, is there anything you are particularly curious about?"
Al raised his eyebrows and became interested. He stood up and walked to the table, poured two cups of tea that Winster had prepared long ago, took out some snacks and a rocking chair from the space ring, and then nestled comfortably in the soft down cushion.
In a few blinks, he was ready for small talk. He waved his hand and called Winster to sit next to him. His posture was lazy, but his eyes were bright. "Are all the succubi beautiful? How do they compare to mermaids and elves?"
“I think they look similar…”
Winster suddenly remembered that when his brother first talked to him when he was young, he praised him for his good looks, and the close knight he chose, Arlin, was also cool and handsome.
Feeling that he had seen through his brother's obsession with appearance, Winster quickly thought that if his brother met a creature that particularly met his aesthetic standards in the future, wouldn't he give his favor to him over other things?
Thinking of this, Winster frowned and said sincerely: "I think the aliens all look weird and have difficult personalities. Their weak power means they are stupid and easy to bully. Brother, don't get too close to them, or you'll get into trouble."
"Strange-looking?" Does it mean that they have extra wings, tails, etc. compared to humans?
"Well, they are nowhere near as good-looking as my brother."
Al: “…” My younger brother is so obsessed with his brother that he’s blinded. Is there any hope?
If we continue this topic, it will probably be a corny scene of bragging. The young man moved his eyes to the side, coughed dryly, took a sip of hot tea, and said casually: "Samuel's aesthetic taste must be different from yours. I wonder which race He prefers as a lover."
He rarely gossiped. The races in the abyss were more indulgent and casual than those on the ground and in the divine realm. Even the water god was the type to fall in love with every girl he met. It was normal for a god like Samuel who felt bored all day to kill time in desire. Unfortunately, when he asked Samuel before, he only got a look of disgust... He didn't know if it was because he disliked that his questions were boring.
At this moment, Winster showed the same expression as Samuel at that time, "They are both weak and ugly, what's the difference." What's the point of talking about preference?
When the dark races saw their gods, they were all respectful and humble, and let them do as they pleased. In Samuel's eyes, no one was special. If they jumped a little higher, Samuel would still remember their faces.
"Emm..." Al understood. It turned out that Samuel despised every life except Him equally. It seemed that there was nothing interesting to hear from this god. He changed the subject disappointedly, "Then how can one transform into an undead after death?"
Winster's chair was right next to his brother. He gently pinched the nut with his thumb and index finger. With a "crunch", the nut shell broke, revealing the white and tender kernel inside.
Winster fed the nuts to his brother, who was lying lazily like a cat, while satisfying his curiosity.
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After a few days of peace and tranquility, the few people who stayed overnight began to think about leaving.
Elphis did not receive any news of new victims, and couldn't help but wonder if the murderer had already stolen enough property and was ready to stop?
Several cities have cooperated to screen the entry and exit records of mages and swordsmen, but there has been no results. After all, it is a manual search, which is not as convenient and accurate as a computer system. It is normal to take time. He didn't hold out much hope of finding the suspect in time.
It was another night. Al leaned against the head of the bed and, following Samuel's instructions, condensed the faith that was squeezed together in his body into a complete whole, and then accommodated the elements into it.
Next to him was Samuel, who insisted on sleeping with him even though the other bed in the same room was unused. His explanation was, "This will make Winster unhappy."
Al understood what He had not yet said—when Winster was unhappy, He was happy.
Once again, the young man began to doubt, is this really a god born from the beginning of creation? How can he be so naive? ? !
No one spoke, and the chirping of insects outside the house seemed particularly clear. Elphis was concentrating on concentrating on his faith, ignoring all the noisy sounds and the Lord God beside him.
Samuel was idly flipping through the books that the young believer brought to entertain himself. Among them was a book on the history of gods. He curled his lips from time to time while reading it - he was amused by the descriptions of the appearance and behavior of these dark gods.
Suddenly, his cold black eyes glanced at the ground. His gaze was so penetrating that it seemed to pass through the thick soil and look at the treasure room below.
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