Quadruple split.

Chapter 258 Charge I
The dead silence in the Purple Nine Hall lasted only two minutes. Except for Buffy Marshall who was completely unprepared, the other eight lords including Emperor Clever had already digested Futaba's 'data'. Mercury Fernand, who was sitting first on Clever's left, stood up awkwardly from his chair (unmistakably), looking at the Grand Duke of Marshall directly opposite him with flickering eyes, his hands holding the parchment trembled a little...

"Controlling two large-scale slave hunting groups with at least four-figure members, they have to act more than three times a month, and occasionally hire black adventurers to cooperate with the notorious [Grinding Meat Group], More than a dozen large-scale bandit groups such as the [Miasma Group] and the [Poisoned Blood Group] have direct contact with the second-level wanted criminals of the Holy Church. There is a direct cooperative relationship...Buffy...Buffy, is it true?!"

Fernan stuttered and read two paragraphs, his thin voice was a little distorted, his whole body was shaking like sifting chaff, his brown pupils like goldfish were wide open, as if he might faint at any moment.

"Of course it's not true!" The Duke of Marshall stood up excitedly, poked hard at the parchment in front of him that recorded the same content, and laughed exaggeratedly: "Two slave hunting groups with thousands of people? My ? Haha, do you guys think this is realistic? Leaving aside why I did such a thing, if the Marshall family really controlled two teams of utter conscience for more than ten years, they would have to act several times a month. Next time, is it possible that you can't find it? You must know that the Buffy Sword Knights only have a size of [-] people. To be frank, I believe that everyone here will have a copy of "Buffy's Sword" in their study. The detailed information and lists of the Knights, the Mercury Guard, and the Ice Curtain Mage? What do you think, Grand Duke Fernand?"

Mercury Fernan was stunned for a moment, and immediately shook his head in a panic: "How could I have..."

"Okay, okay, this is not something shameful, my friend." Buffy shook his head with a smile, and shrugged very calmly: "Although we have always been united under the banner of the empire, it is necessary The preparations and precautions are also indispensable. Although this kind of thing is usually not put on the table, it is not a shameful thing to put some eyes and ears on each other. Basic information on the Brigade and the Mercury Gold Ranger Chapter~"

Grand Duke Fernand smiled dryly, then shook his head and sat down: "You are right, Buffy."

"Of course I'm right." Grand Duke Marshall straightened his neckline calmly, then turned to look at the orange-haired girl who was still smiling: "If Chief Xiluo is as well informed as Grand Duke Fernand, then He will definitely know the specific military configuration of our Marshall Territory. If I am really mobilizing people frequently to do... oh, slave hunting and other activities, then there is absolutely no reason for everyone here not to receive news, or to say, you Do you think that the non-existent slave hunting group is actually composed of civilians or ordinary soldiers who have no combat effectiveness?"

Futaba slowly shook her head: "Civilians and ordinary soldiers don't have enough strength, courage and loyalty to do such a thing."

Grand Duke Marshall then sat back on the chair. He looked at the thing in front of him that made him tremble with fear a minute ago with a half-smile, and heaved a long sigh of relief: "In this case, Ms. Futaba, if you are willing to admit This thing before us is just a little joke, and I will gladly forgive you for your unwarranted accusations against a grand duke."

Futaba smiled slightly: "Stupid you are dreaming."

Everyone present was taken aback for a moment, and then subconsciously looked at the girl with a small figure, a delicate face, and an elegant temperament.

"I'm sorry." Buffy Marshall's face became a little gloomy, and his voice gradually turned cold: "What did you just say?"

Futaba smiled again: "Silly~"

Including Vernon Baroka, who still doesn't fully believe in the Grand Duke of Marshall, and Emmeline, who has a good impression of Futaba, all the people present showed displeasure. After all, they are the same top nobles of the empire as Marshall. At best, Futaba is only an agent of a lord who is on the same level as them, and he is not qualified to publicly insult a lord on such an occasion, especially in front of so many lords.

"Boom!" Marshall slapped the table hard and shouted loudly, "How dare you..."

"You just talked about the military deployment and scheduling issues in the territory, right?" Futaba interrupted the other party's words with a sneer, her eyes filled with real malice, she shook her little hand: "Okay, then Let me just say three things first~"

Grand Duke Marshall snorted angrily but still without losing his grace: "All ears, but... if you can't tell why..."

"Okay, okay, I get it, fire, hang, behead, bury Ling Chi alive, pull out nails and poke eyes, whatever you want~" Futaba rolled her eyes impatiently, and then stretched out a middle finger: "First of all, The first point, don’t think that everything on this piece of paper is everything. In fact, it can only be regarded as a highly compressed catalog by this girl, so please don’t speculate on the information I have based on the things above. Otherwise, your pig’s kidney face will definitely be swollen to burst~”

Marshall's heart beat half a beat faster, and he felt a slight chill down his back, as if he saw a long-planned and well-prepared plan gradually surfaced.

"Then the second point is derived. I know very well how your slave catchers got here." Futaba unhurriedly stretched out the middle finger of the other hand, and shook the Grand Duke Marshall in front of him: "The reason is actually very simple. Those lackeys who are working behind your back are indeed well-trained and powerful elites, but they are not members of the three regular legions of the Marshall Command~"

Grand Duke Marshall clenched his fists: "Absurd! Do you think that if I recruited a large number of outlaws and secretly pulled up a team of thousands of people, everyone here would not be able to find out? You must know that everyone There are mutual concerns..."

"Take care of each other to see if each other is developing obscenely, of course I understand." Futaba nodded leisurely, and the two raised middle fingers were still firmly facing Buffy Marshall's face: "Well, I won't be secretive." , In fact, those slave hunting teams are members of the three legions under the command of the Grand Duke of Marshall."

Grand Duke Simon frowned slightly: "Your words are obviously inconsistent."

"That's right, but if you add a 'before' to this sentence, it will be logical~" Futaba shook his index finger at Archduke Simon, then quickly switched back to the middle finger and aimed at Buffy Marshall again: "I'm right, scum~"

Marshall twitched the corner of his mouth: "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Okay, then let's discuss your intellectual problems later." Futaba pushed her glasses with two fingers, and said loudly with an extremely obvious cadence as if standing on a stage: "This slave catcher The number of troops was very small at the beginning, but as time went by, your three legions continued to exchange blood, and those veterans who were either loyal, greedy, threatened, human natured, or were taken advantage of Reasons such as retirement or death left their original establishment, and then they were transferred to a new job, and continued to serve their lord conscientiously~”

The girl finished the above words in that extremely contrived and disgusting tone, and then winked playfully at Buffy Marshall: "Am I right?"

"Nonsense!" The latter categorically denied, and said coldly: "In the end, you are just speculating. Could a ridiculous and specious inference prove that the so-called 'slave catchers' really existed? I am not the only Marshall Territory who is stationed in the legion, everyone here meets those conditions, so in the final analysis, this is nothing more than a foolish slander."

"Don't worry."

Futaba shrank back in fear, and pointed her middle finger timidly: "I haven't finished talking yet~"

"I don't want to listen to your nonsense anymore." Buffy narrowed his eyes sullenly, and said sharply, "Give me now..."

"Penelope Bell."

Futaba suddenly whispered a name.

Buffy frowned: "What are you talking about..."

"Roger Jorkins." Futaba ignored him, but continued to read in her crisp and melodious voice: "Oliver Kester, Dennis Bagman, Ludo Corrivy, Grand Planmore Kim, Ernie Finnigan, Barosinista, Louie Aragog, Millicent Flint, do you remember all these names? If not, I can recite many more~”

Buffy suddenly felt a chill that made his hairs stand on end. Although he didn't know who these names belonged to or what they represented, he knew very well that everything the girl in front of him said from the beginning just now was completely true, and he could Said there was nothing wrong!

But at this moment, he could only shake his head pretending to be relaxed with the huge sense of crisis, and said in a deep voice, "I have no idea what you are talking about, little girl."

"Okay, then I'll explain in more detail." Futaba whistled, looked around, cleared her throat after finding that everyone was listening attentively, and said loudly: "Roger Jorkins, a former member of the Buffy Sword Knights, a middle-level armed knight, quit the Knights five years ago due to a "recurrence of old injuries" after a bandit suppression operation. His hometown is the small town of Hamilton in the Marshall Territory. His His home is at No. [-], Baishi Avenue, Banana Leaf City. However, in the past five years, this honorably retired knight has insisted on going back to his hometown once every six months and seeing his wife's strange behavior once a month, which is worse than when he was in the knight order. He is busy several times, and it is very interesting that every time he goes home to see his wife, he will bring back a large amount of gold coins, which is far beyond the income that a middle-level knight can obtain through any conventional channels .”

Grand Duke Crystal Wolf blinked thoughtfully: "You mean..."

Grand Duke Dantis, who had guessed what the former thought, shook his head slightly: "That doesn't explain anything."

"Agreed." Grand Duke Hussein also echoed. He raised his eyebrows at Futaba: "There are too many ways to make big money, little girl~"

Buffy Marshall just smiled slightly, and sent everyone a look of 'these two have said everything I want to say'.

"Of course this doesn't explain anything." Futaba also smiled, and her two slender, white middle fingers were still firmly facing Grand Duke Marshall's face: "But what if there is more than one person like Knight Roger? What about the hundreds of other examples like this? What if some people who should have died in battle or walked the streets all day were seen at the scene of various accidents? What if these people had several secrets that used the official Marshall family property as a cover What about the den? If I have as much similar evidence as I want?"

After a long silence for Buffy Marshall...

Grand Duke Baroka was the first to raise his head from contemplation, and looked at the ashen-faced middle-aged man with the same identity as himself: "If this is the case, then the theme of our meeting may be That should change."

"Vernon, you don't really believe this little girl, do you?" The pale-faced Grand Duke Marshall managed to squeeze out a dry smile, and turned to look at the one-stringed knight who inherited the surname of Baroca: "Only by her One-sided words?"

Emmeline, who has a good personal relationship with Vernon, shook her head and said in a low voice: "If Miss Futaba does have some 'evidence', then her words may not be just one-sided."

"Emeline, the young Emmeline Duke of Christo!" Buffy glared at her sharply, the demeanor and refinement of ten minutes ago was gone: "I thought you would be smarter!"

The latter stared at the grand duke of his uncle's generation in front of him neither humble nor humble, and said in a deep voice: "It's just a possibility. I didn't believe her, at least not until I figured out the truth of the matter!"

"Okay, just be quiet."

Emperor Clever, who has been silent since the confrontation between Futaba and Grand Duke Marshall, stood up, gave Emmeline a weary and stern look, and gave Buffy a warning look. Finally, both of them fell silent. Then he put his eyes on Futaba, and after a long sigh, he picked up the piece of parchment in front of him, and said slowly: "This is the real purpose of your coming here, or it is the purpose of Grand Duke Fire Claw. The real purpose, right?"

Futaba smiled casually: "Yes."

"The so-called epidemic is actually not that serious, and it has nothing to do with manpower, right?"

"Correct."

"You've been lying to me all along, haven't you?"

"Correct."

"why?"

"Then needless to say~"

Futaba suddenly laughed, she laughed unscrupulously, and the branches of her laughter trembled wildly, only the two middle fingers that were firmly locked on Buffy Marshall's body were firmly raised in the air...

"Of course it's to make this upset me...Pfft, no, no, no~ It's to make this angry and resentful scum forever~"

Chapter [-]: The End

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