Hell has invaded, but my Hextech is invincible!

Chapter 92 The Real Killer Appears (1/4)

The crusaders hesitated, exchanged glances, and remained silent for a long time before getting up to reply.

Rothschild noticed the strange expressions on their faces, stopped what he was doing, and his eyes instantly turned sharp and cold: "What?"

"Something went wrong?"

"Did you expose our location?"

The leading crusader was terrified and quickly bowed his head, replying, "No, sir."

"Target—the target is not dead."

Rothschild stopped what he was doing and tapped the table lightly with his gemstone ring, producing a crisp yet highly authoritative sound.

Boom, boom, boom.

The two crusaders present fell silent instantly, bowing their heads and not daring to even breathe.

"Don't worry, Master Tuttle."

"This was just a minor incident."

"Please do not hesitate to ask if you need us to take action."

From the darkness of the secret room, a fawning and respectful voice echoed Tuttle's words.

Last frowned; the voice sounded somewhat familiar.

"No need, it's just a few minor inconveniences." Rothschild's faint smile vanished, and his tone suddenly turned cold.

"It failed?"

"Did he sense something was amiss beforehand, or did Kellright interfere?"

"I clearly heard an explosion!"

"You let him get away?"

"No! We didn't leave a single trace!" the Crusader replied hastily. "He didn't run away either!"

"We were well prepared; we put a sufficient amount of potassium cyanide into his dinner first."

"Bribed the Edria family's chef to personally deliver the meals."

He was caught off guard and ate the whole dinner.

"The amount of poison we prepared is enough to kill an adult elephant instantly."

"He deserves to die."

"Should be?" Rothschild frowned, utterly puzzled.

"If that's the case, why did it fail?"

"After finishing his dinner, he showed no signs of poisoning, handed the empty plate to the maid, and inquired about the whereabouts of the chef who delivered the food."

The Crusader Way.

"Upon seeing this, we immediately activated our backup plan, detonating the pre-buried high explosives to completely level the entire villa. We originally intended to disguise it as an accidental methane explosion."

"The total amount of explosives is comparable to 300 kilograms of TNT. Even a heavy tank would be blown to pieces on the spot."

Rothschild's tone calmed down, and a strong curiosity even welled up in his eyes: "And then?"

"He—he emerged from the ruins unharmed, his body ablaze with flames." The Crusader's tone was filled with fear.

"Then he sat at the entrance of the mansion and waited for Andre to arrive."

The Crusaders could never forget that scene.

A man who looked like a fire god sat there.

In such a violent explosion, even a fully armored Crusader would not be able to survive.

Rothschild leaned back in his chair, shoving aside the two ingratiating nuns who were trying to curry favor with him. His eyes gleamed with interest. "How interesting!"

"Are you sure you're talking about an illegitimate child who grew up in the countryside?"

"Instead of a paladin on vacation?"

"Absolutely not!" the Crusader said.

"We've carefully checked, and there are no signs of paladin modifications on him!"

"Indeed, how could a paladin possibly condescend to come to a remote little town like ours?" Tuttle stood up, his face full of arrogance.

What was his reaction afterward?

The Crusader said, "He ordered Andrei to thoroughly investigate this matter."

"At present, he should only suspect the Adelia family."

"No one suspected us."

Rothschild laughed immediately, his eyes filled with a sinister and smug look: "Very well, let the Adriatic family fight like dogs."

"This saves us a lot of effort."

"An illegitimate child from the countryside can withstand deadly poison and high explosives."

"He's definitely not an ordinary person. Could he have been granted a sacred talisman beforehand?"

"Heh, I thought he was just a cheapskate."

"I didn't expect—Karls's brother seems pretty good."

"I just hope he's not as naive as Karl."

He immediately gave a cold order: "Bring me the information on this illegitimate child."

The crusader beside him quickly asked, "Young master, should we still carry out the assassination?"

"Make a move? How? Even if the entire villa is razed to the ground, it won't hurt him," Rothschild shouted impatiently.

"Do you intend to personally assemble a crusaders to kill him?"

"Oh!"

"As long as he doesn't find evidence against Kars, he should observe from the shadows for now!"

"This is really troublesome. If you hadn't suspected him of having evidence, I wouldn't have needed to do anything to him. Now, instead, we've made a huge fuss!" He gave the Crusader a cold look, which made the latter even more terrified.

"Three days later, he will inherit Karls' place and go to Oxford Theological Seminary."

"Once we get to London and into seminary, I'll have plenty of ways to deal with him."

"These next few days, you have people keeping a close eye on him. Report his every move to me immediately, understand?"

"clear!"

The two crusaders bowed in acceptance and quickly left the secret chamber.

After all his men had left, Rothschild rubbed his temples, looked at a blind spot in the ventilation duct, and a deliberate, faint smile appeared on his lips.

"Distinguished guests, today's private prayer must end abruptly."

"Understood, what a pity." Two figures emerged from the shadows, responding with fawning smiles.

The moment Rust saw the two faces clearly, his blood almost froze, his pupils contracted, and he stood frozen in place.

He never dreamed that these two people were the ones who colluded with him behind the scenes!

One was the highest-ranking officer in the Newcastle Police Department, and his direct superior, Police Commissioner Rivers.

The other is George, the deputy mayor of Newcastle City Hall.

These two important figures, who are usually impeccably dressed and dignified in public, are now disheveled, embracing a ragged nun, their faces full of lewdness, and bowing their heads subservient to Rothschild.

"Don't worry, young master, we will be happy to assist you if you need anything," Rivers said, patting his chest with a face full of alcohol.

"We'll easily smooth over this little problem for you."

Rothschild waved his hand: "No need, I'll let you know if anything comes up."

The two immediately understood, and, with the nun beside them, tactfully left the secret room.

Rothschild then dismissed the two nuns who were with him.

Once the room was empty, the languid arrogance on his face completely vanished, replaced by a serious and tense expression, showing no trace of his previous ease.

He paced back and forth in the room for a full five minutes before finally walking to the corner of the study, turning the mechanism, and entering the safe's combination.

From his vantage point high above, Last had a clear view of the complete code.

He opened his private safe, took out a thick notebook, and began to read it.

After looking at it for a moment, he became impatient, casually took off his loose bathrobe, put the notebook back in the safe, and turned to leave the study.

Only after confirming that there was absolutely no movement inside the manor and that even the patrolling guards had completely gone far away did Rust carefully tumble down from the ventilation duct.

He tiptoed to the bookshelf, and relying on his memory, turned the mechanism and opened the private safe.

Inside the safe, a thick album of private photos lay quietly.

Raste trembled as he took out the picture book and slowly turned to the first page.

With just one glance, his face turned deathly pale, his stomach churned, and he almost vomited on the spot.

The photo shows a girl whose limbs have been cruelly severed, with a deer head mask forcibly placed on her head. She is surrounded by countless masked men, and a horrifying and evil ritual is taking place.