What kind of nonsense is this, that you'd be chosen by the gods and favored by all the gods?

The longsword was sheathed, and the group left the warehouse again to examine the surrounding traces.

After finding the bloodstains, they tracked them again, only to be led back to the scene of the celebration.

"This person wanted to use the bloody scene to cover up his tracks... He succeeded, I can't tell the direction of the bloodstains."

Adele looked somber, somewhat angry at her own incompetence.

"Don't worry, we'll find it eventually."

Lyle, on the other hand, was confident; he thought he was good at finding things.

So, using his longsword and divination staff, he went to the temporary shelter where the wounded were being housed.

The group exchanged glances, decided to trust the man's decision, and followed him.

The wounded were screaming incessantly in the shelter, and Dr. Kintae and his friends were doing their best to save those who were still alive.

"Ouch..."

Everywhere there were wailing people, and at this point, Lyle's own abilities were insufficient to perform a detailed divination.

After checking them one by one, it became clear that his concentration was waning and he was having some difficulty concentrating.

There was no way to identify the wound from the scars, because there were many people with leg injuries there. The situation was urgent, and Lyle didn't have time to remember more details.

"Dr. Kintae, did you see anyone come in?"

Jin Taier raised his head blankly, his tired eyes bloodshot, and it took him a while to react.

"...I don't know, there are too many people here, I can't handle it all."

"What about you? Did you see it?"

The others were equally oblivious to the visitor; they were too busy and too tired to notice who was there or who wasn't.

Strange things—

But at that moment, Lyle suddenly heard a familiar shouting.

"Damn it! Where is that beast?! How did I get here?! Is it dead?!"

Everyone looked over and saw that it was Jade who had woken up. He was seriously injured, but he managed to stand up.

Doug walked over with a dark expression and explained the whole story clearly.

"Damn it! What are you good for! You actually let that bastard get away!"

As soon as Jed opened his mouth, everyone else frowned, and Doug was also furious.

"Don't you have a better way?!"

"certainly!"

Of course? Does this guy have some hidden trump card?

But then Jade shouted:

"Why don't we just beat up everyone here and see?!"

Everyone's faces darkened, and Doug secretly regretted asking this idiot.

But Helena suddenly turned serious and looked at the other side of the shed, where someone's breathing suddenly became extremely erratic.

Without hesitation, she walked over and grabbed the guy.

But then I saw that it was a woman!

"What are you doing?!"

Helena froze on the spot, not knowing what was going on.

This is not the goal.

Her hearing is excellent; the loss of her ability to speak in any sense has been replaced by the ability to visualize the information carried by sound, displaying various shapes and colors, like a dream...

She believed that when Jade revealed his solution, the guy would panic and lose his breathing, but... was she wrong?

This suddenly made her panic, and she took a few steps back, but accidentally bumped into someone.

"Don't panic."

Lyle gently supported her delicate shoulders and calmly examined everyone present.

A moment later, he spoke:

"He's not here anymore. Let's investigate somewhere else."

After hearing this, although everyone was unwilling, they still had no choice but to leave.

"Take me away! I want to wash away my shame! Ouch!"

"You stay here and heal your wounds, you idiot!"

Doug threw Jed onto the hospital bed and ignored him. Jed struggled several times but couldn't get up.

Kintae didn't bother with those people; for him, finding a way to care for and save their lives was more important.

"Someone go and change my water bucket."

Upon hearing the instructions, a bald medical worker walked over, picked up the bucket from the ground, and staggered out of the shed.

He seemed to have difficulty walking, and he would turn his head to look around from time to time.

After making sure no one was following him, he casually dumped the dirty water and instead of going to the well in the city center, he headed towards the river.

He came to the riverbank, seemingly waiting for something—

Suddenly, he saw four figures appear on the shimmering white surface of the river in front of him...

No, they're behind us!

"Hmm!"

Before he could turn around, he saw a huge fist appear right in the center of his field of vision.

"Ugh!"

Doug immediately flew into a rage and shoved his head into the river.

"Damn it! It's all because of you! So many of us have died!"

Seeing that the guy was almost unconscious, Lyle waved his hand to stop Doug from venting his anger.

The bald man struggled to his feet, gasping for breath, before Doug threw him to the ground.

"Are you still planning to run?"

Lyle's tone was calm, yet the sharp blade was close to the man's neck.

Strangely, the bald man showed no fear whatsoever; he simply shook his head.

"I didn't expect you to find out after all."

Lyle did not discover the anomaly without reason.

Since the divination could not be too detailed, there was simply no time to check each one when they arrived at the shed.

However, some obvious traces can be followed.

For example, a person whose hind leg is severely stabbed will be unable to use their waist and will be unable to do heavy work.

Of course, Kintae was not lying. The exhausted medical staff did not notice that someone had sneaked in and was pretending to care for the patient.

However, once the bucket is being carried, the problem of struggling to maintain balance becomes apparent.

In addition, his ability to remain calm while in the doctor's tent indicates that he was confident he would not be discovered at that time.

This means the killer is not among the patients.

"Wait...aren't you Sullivan? The father of Andorsson who died in battle?"

Just then, Adele suddenly recognized the bald man's face.

"So what if it's me? Kill me or do whatever you want with me, I have nothing to say now."

Although the bald man was quite surprised that the other party recognized him, he did not intend to say anything more and remained fearless of death.

"Looks like you really won't shed a tear until you see the coffin." A murderous glint appeared in Doug's eyes as he pressed the iron spear against Sullivan's neck.

"etc!"

However, Adele's voice stopped her once again.

"No...the motive is wrong...Sullivan, we've never wronged you, so why are you doing these things?"

"What good would it do you to disrupt the ceremony? No... the three surviving heir candidates have nothing to do with you... what are you after?"

Sullivan's lips twitched for a moment, but he didn't speak.

"Say it!"

Doug was already very annoyed; his patience was about to run out, and he couldn't help but kick Sullivan to the ground.

However, despite his abdominal injury, facing the white moon, this guy not only didn't feel pain, but instead burst out laughing.

"Hahaha...You want to kill me? Great! Finally, I can see my child!"

"Go ahead and do it! I won't say a single word to you! Don't even think about it!"

child?

Lyle caught the word and keenly sensed something.

"Sullivan, I've actually wondered if it's because of some change in your family... After thinking it over, it can only be about your son."

"But your child died a glorious death and has returned to Suenmoser's side. What do you have to complain about?"

At this point, Sullivan abandoned his carefree attitude and became resentful and angry.

"Glorious death?! Ha! Do you even know what the hell that battle was?!"

"My son got into trouble with some really powerful people back in Moser City just because he was hanging out with that awful Jade Wyatt!"

"He fought bravely, but what was the end result? What became of him?!"

"He's nothing but a load of rubbish!" Sullivan roared, his eyes bloodshot. "Before we even had a chance to bury him, I heard that Jed is at war with another clan again!"

"My son died like a clown, meaningless and worthless!"

"I couldn't even...find his body—"

"And this! It's all the fault of this damned fighting tradition!"