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Chapter 262 Evidence
"In the year 9564 of the Holy Calendar, the month of song, on the 7th day of singing, the small town of Chandler in the northern part of the Marshall Territory was suspected of encountering a slave hunting group, and none of the more than [-] people were spared.

The Marshall family officially claimed that the town was attacked by a group of low-level magical beasts and mudtooth beasts in the "Scaled Claw Swamp" twenty miles to the west, and two days later they sent the nearby Frostfire City Autonomous Army to wipe it out. According to the testimonies provided by the 'War Forest Porcupine Mercenary Group', 'Green Forest Mercenary Group' and some members of the local autonomous army in Frostfire City, the three autonomous army squads dispatched to Scale Claw Swamp on the 9th were not in Frostfire. The Huocheng Self-Government Army is a fixed establishment, but a stranger who was temporarily added to the formation only two weeks ago.

At that time, all the members of the second brigade of the Green Forest Mercenary Corps, who happened to collect konjac in the Scaled Claw Swamp, stated that they did not witness any self-government army soldiers nearby. The three autonomous army teams returned triumphantly with more than 10 tails of mud-toothed beasts. According to my subsequent investigation, there was no trace of mud-toothed beasts raging in the town of Chandler that day.

Singing on the morning of the 8th, Gabriel, the deputy head of the Zhanlin Porcupine Mercenary Corps, found half of the coat of arms with the Marshall family emblem in the ruins. It is suspected that a member of the "Autonomous Army Squad" was shot down in the battle. , there is a sword mark on the coat of arms, which may be related to Howson, a blacksmith who lives in seclusion in Chandler Village and the only intermediate professional in the area.

And there is another detail worth paying attention to. It is impossible for a small group of mudtooth beasts to successfully destroy a village in the face of a middle-level professional... Phew, so detailed..."

Emmeline put down the scroll in her hand, rubbed her forehead lightly, then glanced at the Archduke Marshall who was also flipping through the 'evidence' not far away, and pursed her lips in a complicated expression: "This kind of As long as you do a little research, you can match the number, no matter how you look at it, it doesn’t look like a forgery.”

Grand Duke Marshall shook his head bitterly, and sighed deeply: "Unheard of...unheard..."

Futaba, who was sitting next to Emmeline, gave him a sideways glance, and yawned lazily: "If you have time to express your emotions, you might as well take the time to watch more, although I personally feel that no matter how much you watch, you won't be able to make it through. .”

"In 9568 of the Holy Calendar, the month of poetry, on the 4th day of the melody, Wusong Village in the west of Marshall was suspected of encountering a slave capture team. The nun of the Abundance Church, Mora, who survived because she went to the city to purchase food, came back the next day and found at least 7 dead bodies. , all of them were frail old people and children. Mora, who was on the verge of a mental breakdown, immediately returned to Wuxue City, where she had just left, to seek help. She first went to Fengrao Church to explain the situation to the local bishop, and then went to There has been no news from the city hall of Wuxue City since then, and after the self-governing army and church warriors rushed to Wusong Village on the [-]th of Melody, they did not find any corpses, only the place where the village used to be..."

Grand Duke Dantis was interrupted by Futaba before he finished reading the record in his hand.

"There were only a few vacant houses left, so the nearby city hall defined this incident as a 'normal migration', because Wusong Village is located in a remote location, and usually only the poor nun would go out to Wusong City occasionally to purchase It can be said that there is no proof of death." Futaba recounted the contents of the scroll in Dantes's hand almost verbatim, and shook his head with a sneer: "Destroying corpses and removing traces can't be done cleanly. It can be said that it is very dirty. Be cautious, to be honest, if I were the one who investigated this series of events, then the grass on the grave of Grand Duke Marshall would probably be three feet high."

Grand Duke Simon, who was also reading a scroll, frowned slightly: "But this evidence is not enough to prove that Grand Duke Marshall is guilty, and it cannot even prove that it is related to the Marshall family."

"Oh? Is that so?" Futaba glanced at him casually, took a sip of tea slowly, and then raised her eyebrows: "Please unfold the scroll in your hand to about sixty inches. If I don't If you remember correctly, there should be a record of 9569 in the holy calendar, the 6th day of the phantom moon chant, I hope you can read it aloud and... Forget it, after all, not everyone is as smart as me, just read it~"

Grand Duke Simon did not express dissatisfaction with Futaba's frivolous and sarcastic words, but quickly unfolded the scroll in his hand to the length the other party said, and found a record about the phantom moon in 9569 of the holy calendar...

"In the year 9569 of the holy calendar, the moon of illusion, on the 6th of the chanting, the white lion town in the east of Marshall was suspected (crossed out by a newer ink blot) and was confirmed to have encountered the slave hunters of the Marshall family. After one night, there were only large ruins left. There are some very obvious badges of bandit groups scattered in the town. According to the explanation given by Feixiang City Hall afterwards, the instigator of the tragedy in Baishi Town was the wandering bandit group 'Wind Skull', but this is not the case. Singing 6 On the night of that day, a team of three adventurers found a young man in a ditch in the east of Baishi Town, and a ranger with junior pharmacist qualifications in the team rescued him... Could it be that..."

Archduke Simon, who was halfway through the reading, raised his head and exchanged glances with Emperor Clever who happened to be looking at him.

"Witness, a living, fresh witness." Futaba smiled at the two of them, and her little feet, which were barely able to reach the ground in thick-soled boots, dangled happily: "That guy is called Tie Ke, an ordinary farmer. I drank a few more drinks in the tavern at night, and then I ran to the field outside the town to vomit for half the night with a hangover. When I returned, I found a lot of fierce men driving Wushuang to collect heads. I was scared out of my wits at the time In the end, I ran and ran in a panic, and fell into a ditch~"

Grand Duke Simon looked at Futaba seriously: "What did he see? Where is he now?"

"He saw his idol, the former deputy head of Buffy's Sword Knights, Bockbog." Futaba gave the answer without thinking, and then pointed to the scroll in the hands of Archduke Simon with a look of disgust: " It’s all written on it, don’t you know how to read it yourself?”

Simon shook his head gloomyly: "It doesn't say where he is now."

"I wrote it, but I tore it up, here it is." Futaba took out a stack of old parchment as if by magic, and said with a smile: "I can take Captain Ned from Tek I'll show you the testimonials I asked, as for where he is... Tsk tsk, I can only say that he has been on the territory of the Grand Duke of Dantes all these years, and his life is not bad, and the rest will have to wait until the next stage to say~ "

Grand Duke Scorpius snorted softly, but didn't say anything. He was also holding a scroll that looked a bit old.

"What do you think, Buffy?" The benevolent Archduke Dantes glanced at the Grand Duke Marshall, and asked leisurely: "If I remember correctly...that Bockbog is indeed the predecessor of Buffy's Sword Knights." Deputy Head……"

The latter shrugged: "The last time I saw old Borg was at a dinner party three years ago. He said at that time that he was getting old and didn't want to get up early every morning to do morning exercises with everyone, so I gave it to him." Borg has quite a fortune, and I haven't seen him since then~"

"So, you don't think that Bokbog led people to do any outrageous things in Baishi Town two years ago?" Futaba casually handed over a piece of parchment marked "Tek's Testimony" Grand Duke Simon then showed a malicious smile to Buffy Marshall: "You trust the faithful old Borg, right? After all, he has been with you since twenty years ago."

Grand Duke Marshall hesitated for a moment, and finally shook his head: "To be honest, if someone asked me this question yesterday, I think I would do my best to guarantee the loyalty of the old Borg, but now... I am not sure. , because Borg is indeed very close to Bannecrown on weekdays...so..."

"Okay, okay." Futaba smiled sarcastically, shook her head and said: "Class, class, class, anyway, everything is related to the class, and any suspicious things can be related to the class, and you Don’t be afraid to play him into a meme.”

Grand Duke Marshall blinked: "What is a meme?"

"It's nothing." Futaba casually said something perfunctory, and then raised her eyebrows and asked, "So you don't rule out the possibility that the witnesses saw it right? You just refuse to admit that this matter has nothing to do with you, right?"

The other party nodded solemnly: "I don't know anything about these records."

"Is it?"

Grand Duke Baroka suddenly raised his head from the other end of the table, shook the scroll in his hand, and said in a deep voice, "Then do you know the content on it?"

"What..."

"Sacred calendar 9571, the month of mist, pray for the 8th day." Grand Duke Baroka read aloud the parchment that looked up-to-date in his hand: "Finally, the tracking has achieved results. I found it in Mercury City in the Marshall Territory. A large cellar containing at least sixty recently captured slaves!
I originally planned to go to the fireclaw collar immediately after rescuing them, but the plan failed, and the slaves were transferred away the next day, but fortunately, the supervisors seemed to have left temporarily, and I was in the empty cellar Many clues were found in the book, including the roster of the direct descendants of the Marshall family, but because of time constraints, I have no way to memorize them all or take them away secretly. It is too easy for them to catch me in Mercury City. Until the truth comes out, I must be careful to hide myself.

I seized the time to memorize a few names. Among them, the high-status contact person is called Gate. He is the captain of the self-governing army of Dieyan City on the surface, but in fact he has been participating in the slave-hunting plan against the Fire Claw leader. I think It is necessary for me to break into that place. If possible, it is best to pass the information to Chief Xiluo again. He is trustworthy and it is very dangerous. Not the time to think about risk.

As long as there is a little more clue, even if it is only a negligible one, this criminal act that has caused countless tragedies should be completely over... That's right, I must quit the mercenary group I am staying in now, and then find a chance to enter the stack. The Marshall Self-Government Army in Rock City secretly investigates that Gat, and must not implicate anyone. Hope is in sight. In short, I will write down everything I saw, guessed, and thought of today as long as I can remember... Do you want to see it?Buffy! "

Baroka slammed the scroll in front of Marshall, with raging anger in his eyes, and he shouted to the ashen-faced latter: "The City of Mercury under your nose! A cellar full of slaves! You know Is there anything else? Seven or eight strongholds of slave catchers in Mercury City! The addresses are very detailed, very very detailed!"

"It's impossible!" The Grand Duke Marshall shook his head without thinking, he narrowed his eyes and said loudly: "Maybe I can't be sure about the content before, but what you saw just now, Vernon, I guarantee that they don't exist It's a lie, it's a lie!"

Grand Duke Fernand raised his hand tremblingly, and said in a low voice: "I saw this man named Ned said that there are many accounts related to the slave trade are also hidden in Mercury City, just... in Paris In your house, Fei, these are also..."

Marshall categorically rejected: "Illusions, lies!"

"Oh?" Futaba stood up with a smile on her face, walked up to Grand Duke Marshall who was at least [-] centimeters taller than her, raised her head innocently and asked, "Then what do you mean, the one I brought The evidence is all false."

Buffy Marshall shook his head again: "No, on the contrary, I think many of the above things may be true, but what Vernon and Mercury said just now must be false."

Emperor Clever gave him a sharp look: "Why do you think so?"

"The reason is very simple, Your Majesty." Marshall clenched his fist lightly, and said slowly and firmly: "I insist on my previous opinion, this is a conspiracy, and what Ms. Futaba said before is by no means groundless, perhaps this land There is indeed some despicable and shady activity in the world, maybe some shadows are growing in the Marshall Territory where I can't see it, I understand Lady Futaba and Grand Duke Firepaw, but..."

"But hatred may have blinded their eyes~"

Futaba shook her long hair with a half-smile, flicked it lightly on the frame, and continued to speak in the tone of Grand Duke Marshall: "So, they may add some falsehoods to the original evidence. The evidence that is very unfavorable to me is just to punish a grand duke as soon as possible, and this kind of irrational behavior often makes us ignore the truth hidden under the surface."

Buffy Marshall was stunned for a moment. Futaba's words just now almost completely uttered the manuscript he had typed, and the error did not even exceed five characters. This made him not surprised, how uncomfortable.

"Am I very understanding~" Futaba showed a charming smile, and stuck out her tongue playfully: "Grand Duke Marshall?"

"you……"

"It's okay, I highly agree with your point of view~"

"Varied……"

"So, let's move on to the next link now~"

Chapter Two Hundred and Fifty IX: The End

(End of this chapter)