Infinite Murder Mystery Game: The Beauty with a Delicate Palm

She immediately shut her mouth when she saw the commander's hawk-like gaze shooting at her.

But this is completely different from the timeline in the script. Why was it brought forward? What happened in Wibbens that necessitated an earlier start to the war?

Charlie remained bowed, his head hanging low.

His knuckles were bluish-white from the exertion and he was trembling uncontrollably. To outsiders, the young knight appeared only slightly tense due to the abruptness of the military order.

But everyone understood that going to the battlefield meant the possibility of death.

All those stirring lines about chivalry and the sword-wielding postures practiced countless times faded into pale and comical embellishment in the face of the five words "immediately rush to the front lines".

His Adam's apple bobbed; he was so nervous that he had forgotten all about the clues and the mission.

Lord Lawrence glanced at Tiffany's attire, and before she could answer, he waved to the two silent guards behind him.

"A herbalist, right? Let's go together."

His gaze returned to Charlie, a command that left no room for argument.

"Sir Charlie, your horse and equipment are ready at the camp. Now, immediately, depart with my men."

Two guards ushered the two into the carriage. Charlie glanced back at Adrian and forced a few words of lip reading.

As soon as possible.

The plan was completely disrupted, and the arrival of war may have come even earlier than news of the killer.

Adrian gritted his teeth, his understanding of this terrifying infinite flow world being refreshed once again.

He originally thought the whole game was a large-scale real-life murder mystery game, but it was too realistic. Everything was too real, and the developments brought about by the passage of time were unknown.

Just like in their original world, there are countless possibilities for everything to happen.

Adrian quickly gathered his thoughts, leaving Bruce and Taylor in the city with the advanced players while he and Adele went to Mill Ferry to find Evelyn.

The city gates were sealed an hour later, leaving them with little time.

He turned and walked in the opposite direction from Charlie and the others, and got into the carriage with Adele.

Night was eagerly creeping in from the eastern horizon, bringing with it dark clouds and the howling of the wind.

The horses' hooves pounded the mud, and a downpour was about to begin. They had to meet up before the next death knell rang.

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Meanwhile, on the other side, a slender young girl was walking hurriedly, the chaotic wind blowing her cloud-like lace skirt.

Su Mian had to lift it with her hands, and sparse raindrops fell, wiping her small cheeks.

"I'm sorry, miss, the town is under complete lockdown. You cannot go out."

The soldier reached out and stopped her. Su Mian stared at the tightly closed town gate with a furrowed brow, her chest heaving as she ran.

She glanced at the sky, raindrops hitting her eyes. She lifted her skirt and turned around, only to hear a familiar voice.

"Ephedrine!"

Su Mian quickly turned around and saw two familiar people jumping off the carriage through the iron gate.

It was Adele and Adrian, who had rushed over, their eyes filled with worry as they looked at her.

Are you alright?

Su Mian shook her head and spoke directly.

"Sera is the murderer."

The two looked at each other and saw shock in each other's eyes; Adele was stunned.

"Wait, wait, isn't Sera dead?"

"I know! Evelyn, did she fake her death?"

Adrian gripped the railing tightly, somewhat agitated.

Su Mian nodded, but there was no joy in her eyes.

"I'm afraid that war will come even faster than the vote."

Upon hearing this, the two men's hands, which were gripping the railing, froze. Su Mian knocked on the iron gate to signal them to come back to their senses.

"Wait... how are you sure Sera faked her death?" Adrian suddenly thought of this question.

"I dug up her grave."

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Adrian's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. Good heavens, how could she say that with such a blank expression? Adele's expression was also indescribable, but she still gave her a thumbs up in admiration.

"Amazing, amazing..."

"It was just a mound of earth; there was no body at all."

She calmly answered, conveying all the information she had discovered over the past two days to the two of them.

"I went back to the convent in town the next day, intending to look for clues, but I unexpectedly found Cecily's diary on Miss Anna's bedside table."

As she spoke, she handed a brown paper book to the two of them, and Adele quickly turned to the first page.

The day before Candlemas

Lord Tarren Castle, Cellar Candleroom

I saw my father smuggling the clothes of refugees infected with putrefactive fever into the provisions being sent to Vibens. By candlelight, he said to me, "I have found a way to win."

The smell of burning parchment in the fireplace reminded me of the border villager who died of illness last year.

Their fingernails turn black, and they talk nonsense when they have a high fever, just like the news coming from Wibens now.

Last night I sneaked into my father's study and pressed my finger onto a blank parchment.

This morning, an urgent report came from the border: an epidemic has broken out in the three ports of Vebens, and their Knights Templar have been reduced by more than half.

The old priest said at dinner, "This is God's punishment."

The father's knife, which was used to cut meat, stopped in mid-air.

I know that's not God.

Third week of the sowing month

Piazza della Signoria, Wibens

I've been mingling with pilgrims for half a year now.

The death knell tolls seven times a day here. I helped bandage people at the orphanage; their festering skin and coughs were exactly the same as those of the villagers on the Taren border.

Last night, Bishop Cain of Vebens asked me if I would be willing to take over the body of the deceased saint.

Soon it will be the cleansing ceremony, and I will prove to the citizens of Vebens that the plague has nothing to do with evil spirits, and I will also... hand over the forged truce agreement to the council here.

My father actually sent a male servant and a female servant to my side. He found out... Will he stop me?

Eve of purification

Mill Riverbank.

So... His Excellency the Bishop had already figured out that I wasn't a Veben.

But I must get through this period no matter what. Easter is coming, and I don't want to experience war again.

I begged him to give me more time, but he remained silent. He only asked me if I had considered who could succeed me if I left.

The following pages were deleted. Adele flipped through the pages and found the last page containing a brief record.

Hǫfuðs friðr vex í sannleiks jörð.

True peace grows in the soil of honesty.

"So... Cecily came to Wibens to deliver the truce agreement to the council. Once the council signs the agreement, Taren will be unable to start a war under any circumstances."

Su Mian nodded. "Yes, I've been wondering why this diary ended up in Anna's hands, and the only person who had contact with both Anna and Cecily was Sera."

That day, Su Mian sensed something was wrong and immediately turned back to Raven's Rest Garden. He borrowed a piece of iron from the gravedigger and decisively dug up Sera's grave.