Tantric family to divine dynasty

Chapter 49 Mr. Humor
  Byrne actually reacted when the other person pulled out a gun.

He forced himself to resist his instinct and did not dodge.

Sheriff Renzo of Fein City, as the backbone of the Lion family, is a metamorphosed Knight Extraordinary. The possibility of defeating the opponent at close range is basically zero.

Byrne made an instant judgment. If he dodged casually, he might trigger the opponent's next attack. Not resisting was the right choice.

Sheriff Renzo was slightly startled. The young man in front of him was more calm and collected than expected, and did not panic or yell as expected.

"I'm not a murderer."

Sheriff Renzo was actually not sure whether Byrne of the Fisher family was the murderer.

He just intimidated the other party first, and he could easily ask many questions as long as Byrne was at a loss.

But now Sheriff Renzo looked at the young man's calm eyes and felt uncertain again.

"First tell me why you are here."

Byrne looked around and couldn't feel that the murderer was nearby, so he explained very calmly:

"The housekeeper can testify for me that I just went upstairs a minute ago, and you arrived shortly after. Moreover, I had made an appointment with Mr. Jin beforehand, and I didn't break in."

He paused, shook his head and said:

"If I really wanted to kill him, it would be ridiculous to leave so many traces, and anyone would be able to track me down immediately."

"Furthermore, Mr. Jin and I are close business partners. Our business has always been doing well, and there are no conflicts. I have no motive at all."

After saying that, Byrne stared into the other person's eyes and smiled slowly:

"Put the gun down, Mr. Sheriff Renzo."

Sheriff Renzo put down his gun calmly. Even if the murderer was really Byrne, he would be completely sure to deal with it. It didn't matter whether he used a gun or not.

"Thank you."

Byrne hid his dissatisfaction, stepped forward as calmly as possible, slowly turned around and quickly observed everything in the entire room.

"Deep memory" comes into play.

When he stared at the blood next to the bullet hole, he would still feel dizzy due to his natural fear of blood, but he would not fall down easily.

He knew very clearly that he was no longer the boy who could rely on his father, and adults did not have the right to "fall down" at will.

His fighting ability is low, his life experience is shallow, and he has psychological defects. He cannot compare with his father Lucius in all aspects.

He knew these things very well.

So whenever there was no one around and he was lying alone in bed, Byrne would often recall the blood in his deep memory and the death and despair represented behind the disgusting smell.

Enduring the pain again and again, Byrne gradually tried to overcome the most fatal shortcomings deep in his heart.

It seemed to be effective so far. He took a deep breath, eliminated the dizziness in his mind, and thoroughly wrote down everything he observed.

The broken mirror on the ground was probably the source of the "crackling" sound. There was still smoke from the muzzle of the alchemy flintlock. It had obviously just been used for a short time. Then there was a wine bottle on the desk and red wine in two glasses. I don’t know who the second glass of red wine was poured for.

Byrne felt that the wine was not poured for him, because Mr. Jin knew that he almost didn't drink, so it was impossible for a sophisticated person to forget this matter.

Sheriff Renzo squatted next to Mr. Jin's fat and huge body, with a serious look on his face but did not touch it casually. He said to the housekeeper and Byrne without looking back:
  "Mr. Byrne, you must stay here, Butler Boltz. Go find my brother quickly and call Viscount Best. Don't make it known to others yet, and don't let anyone in the villa come to the study. Understand. What?"

"Okay! Gentlemen, of course I understand. I'll go find the Viscount right now!"

The housekeeper nodded repeatedly, and just as he was about to leave, the Sheriff suddenly turned around and stared at him coldly.

"No matter what the reason is, if you leak the news here first, I will treat you as an accomplice of the murderer."

The housekeeper turned pale with fear and trotted away in panic.

Byrne could see that Mr. Sheriff Renzo Leon, the third son of the Lion family, was extremely proficient in the "intimidation" technique.

Byrne and Sheriff Renzo were the only two people left in the room. They didn't speak for a long time because of the embarrassment just now.

Byrne was not a angry person, so he took the initiative and said to Sheriff Renzo:

"I think the person who killed Mr. Jin must be an acquaintance, because there are two glasses of red wine on the desk, and I don't like to drink. So Mr. Jin couldn't have poured the second glass of red wine for me." Renzo looked at it. The young man glanced at it, nodded calmly and said, "It makes some sense."

The atmosphere eased slightly, and the two of them didn't say anything more. They waited until the sky gradually darkened, and finally heard the footsteps going up to the second floor again.

The door to the study room was opened from the outside, and three people quickly came in.

They were Mr. Jin's housekeeper, Viscount Best, and a middle-aged woman whom Byrne didn't know at all.

Viscount Best is slightly short, of medium build, with gray hair carefully combed, a black tuxedo, and a black hat.

His eyes, which are always narrowed, reveal a cunning spirit like a hunting fox.

People call him "the fox who leads the lions". Viscount Best has always impressed people with his cunning and cunning image.

"Lenzo, Byrne, here I come, alas."

Best sighed and knelt down next to Mr. Jin, stretched out his hand to close his eyes, and then looked up at the middle-aged woman who followed.

"This is Ms. Ling Feng, an independent transcendent who I have known for many years. She is a necromantic spellcaster who has reached the second level. She can help us find the truth."

Byrne looked at the so-called "Ms. Lingfen" and knew that she was using a fake name.

"Hello, Ms. Lingfen, I am Byrne Fisher."

"Hello."

She responded coldly, with a withdrawn look in her eyes that refused to socialize.

Independent extraordinary people refer to those extraordinary people who are not affiliated with any organizational force or have a family affiliation.

They act more recklessly, and are often only a thin line away from illegal supernatural beings and cultists.

"Ms. Lingfen" wears a dark purple robe, her hair is still black and thick, only a few white hairs occasionally emerge from it, and her ears are hung with shining moon-shaped earrings.

Her face has a unique charm that has accumulated over the years, and her skin is slightly sagging but still smooth and delicate.

Prophecy spellcasters are relatively rare, and it is very common to use necromancy spells to investigate the cause of someone's death. However, all major churches believe that it is very bad to defile a corpse at will.

There is almost no research on soul power in the world of Krad, but the necromantic type of spellcasting talent still exists, which is the least easy to find cultivation inheritance among the eight major types.

Ms. Lingfen didn't say anything, she just closed her eyes in silence and mentally mobilized the magic in the air around her.

A faint green light gradually emerged from the corpse,

Viscount Best stood up quickly, came to his younger brother, Sheriff Renzo, and said slowly:

"So what happened, Renzo, um, did it mean that my good brother-in-law couldn't stand his fat body anymore because he ate too much, so he shot himself? Bang! Just like that!"

Sheriff Renzo looked at his brother, Viscount Best, who was smiling unreasonably, and said rather dissatisfiedly:

"How can you still make jokes in your current situation? Are you completely crazy?"

Deep down in his heart, Byrne also felt that Viscount Best was a person who was "too humorous and not majestic" both in public and in private. Even people from the Eagle family called him contemptuously "a lion raised in a circus". Our clown viscount".

If it weren't for the fact that enemies of the Lion family would always die in the ditch, or that occasionally someone would suddenly cry and publicly apologize to Viscount Best, I'm afraid everyone would really regard the half-century-old master of Fein City as the so-called "clown".

"Ow!"

Suddenly, a deep green light appeared in Mr. Jin's eyes and mouth, and his heavy body gradually floated on the ground, making strange sounds.

The corpse shouted hoarsely: "Help! Help! Byrne, help me!"

The sound was extremely cold and terrifying, and Byrne could even feel the thoughts of the deceased corroding his spirit, and he felt extremely uncomfortable deep in his heart.

After the corpse finished speaking, Viscount Best and Sheriff Renzo both looked at the creepy Byrne.

Viscount Best shrugged and said with a smile: "Actually, Byrne, what you said just now is good news. At least half of your suspicions have been eliminated."

"It would be terrible if he yelled, 'Ah, ah, ah, Bain, pay me back quickly', because Mr. Jin's money is my money!"

The Viscount was still very humorous, Sheriff Renzo frowned and became more and more disgusted with his brother, but Byrne couldn't laugh at all.

(End of this chapter)