Chapter 222 Casefile·8: Autumn Hunting (8)
At half past four in the morning, Lord Lansley de MacCastle dragged himself wearily up the long, dark stairs, tiptoed past the patrolling soldiers, and returned to the guest room assigned to him.
He casually threw the black hooded robe and mask onto the sofa, and slammed himself into the soft bed. He began to seriously regret whether he had joined the wrong organization.
To be honest, they first had to eat, drink, defecate and urinate in the carriage for four days, and the forced march almost broke their bones. Then, before they could relax, they received a message from Dresi summoning them to gather in the dense forest of the hunting ground at three o'clock in the morning.
After working so hard for so many days, they were suddenly notified to work overtime, which was one of the reasons. They were so excited that they thought they were going to do something earth-shattering. But Dracy actually half-forced them to take away a soul fire, which almost made him exhausted.
——I’ve never heard of anyone working overtime for the boss late at night and then risking their life to treat the boss to a midnight snack!
He was covered in cold sweats, his vision kept going dark, and his stomach was churning, as if he had contracted some serious disease and was about to fall ill.
"Something's wrong...something's wrong..." He took out a handkerchief and wiped the cold sweat from his face. "That Maybury guy is only after money, but Dresi is out to kill! The lich is really not a good thing. We see her as a backer to turn the tables, but she sees us as a delicious snack!"
He could lose his title and property, but not his life! If his soul was eaten clean, he wouldn't even have the chance to reincarnate!
"It's terrible, it's really terrible!"
He was still lost in his thoughts and muttering to himself when he heard the door click—someone opened the door?!
"Hold still!" Several fully armed knights rushed in, their silver swords pointed directly at Earl Lansley de MacCastle's throat. "Earl Lansley de MacCastle, you are suspected of participating in the Evil Eye Moon's gathering and intending to rebel. The Kingdom Knights, following the King's order, are arresting you according to the law. Please do not resist. Everything you say may be used as evidence against you in court..."
Earl Lansley de MacCastle looked at the gleaming silver swords, swallowed hard, and raised his hands: "I... I surrender! Tell His Majesty the King! I am willing to cooperate!"
——The same scene happened in every marked guest room in this palace.
His Majesty had already arranged for a group of knights to be stationed at the hunting grounds. These days, they had been well fed, well fed, and well trained, and had thoroughly explored the surrounding forests. After ensuring that each knight was thoroughly familiar with every path, every fork in the road, and every landmark, so that they wouldn't lose their way even if they were desperately chasing after a criminal, His Majesty then entrusted them with the task of rounding up the criminal at the hunting grounds.
As for the knights and confidants who had followed His Majesty the King on a long journey, they immediately arranged their shifts upon arriving at the palace, completing all the procedures such as relaxing, resting, eating, bathing, and sleeping. At three o'clock in the morning, they gathered on time, fully rested, and were ready to start tonight's "hunting activity" with high spirits.
"Don't worry." His Majesty the King was very calm. He stood at the edge of the window, his sharp eagle eyes gazing at the dense forest below the hillside. He still looked calm and confident.
Coupled with his muscular body, he can bring a sense of security to almost anyone.
"When Mebucha observed the Netherworld tonight, he discovered a fight between two liches. Our chef, Jiangyou, used his strength and talent to severely damage the other evil lich.
"After this battle, the lich's soul, which possessed Lady Eleanor van Chand, was damaged. It will inevitably attempt to replenish its soul energy as quickly as possible to heal its wounds. Our people possess amulets to protect against liches. After a good rest and a full mental state, the amulets will be more effective.
"This way, if the lich wants to replenish her souls quickly and discreetly, she'll have to target her own people. These unfortunate nobles are already exhausted from the journey, barely catching their breath when they're called to assemble in the dense forest in the middle of the night. Then, some of their souls are devoured. By the time they return, they'll be exhausted, tired, and filled with resentment. We can seize them right when they've just returned to their rooms and relaxed."
These knights had already familiarized themselves with their "hunting" targets during their travels over the past few days, and now, having received the king's order, they all smiled knowingly. Small teams guarded the doors of their prey's rooms, hiding in the shadows as they watched the nobles, self-proclaimedly cautious, evade patrolling guards.
——Little did they know that the patrolling guards had already known their movements and were just diligently cooperating with the performance.
As the nobles who attempted to rebel were escorted to the prison under the palace with their heads hung low and their hands tied, this "Autumn Hunt" was considered half successful.
The Great Magician Mebucha is still fighting against Dresi.
As a lich, Dresi had many tricks up her sleeve. She initially tried to possess the knights, but it wasn't until she encountered the defensive runes on their armor that she realized Mebucha had come prepared.
"You want to possess someone, but it's not that easy." Mebucha's narrow eyes narrowed behind his glasses, and he smiled like a fox. "You didn't bring your precious son and those loyal guards with you this time? And indeed, Valentine and Number One are wanted criminals, so it would be difficult for them to sneak into such a heavily guarded event."
Dresi gritted her teeth. She realized that Mebucha really knew a lot.
"The man you sent to the Twin Kings' Mausoleum, No. 4, has been apprehended. Mi Funa was also captured in the western city of Eston. Those nobles who attended the rally tonight are probably all in the dungeon by now. Who else do you have available to you now? Well, let me think... Madam Duran participated in this autumn hunt but not your nightly gathering. It's because she's still very important to you, and there's no need for you to devour her soul to replenish yourself."
"For you, there are too many useless and useless snacks that can replenish your soul. There is no need to waste the people who can really help you.
"Oh, don't worry, she is also on our arrest list tonight."
Mebcha said mysteriously, "As for Winston, we've also taken him under our protection. He will remain in a secret room engraved with runes to prevent liches, guarded by those he trusts most, until this is all over."
"You all...know everything..."
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