Honkai Summoning.

As a family that has fought against the Marquis of Monroe's family for countless years, they would naturally be the prime suspects.

But even if there were suspicions, it was wrong to show up outside the Worbs family manor the very next morning; that would be a blatant slap in the face to the Worbs family.

Even when Tranton's father died, it was only some time later, at a certain opportune moment, that he symbolically asked the Marquis of Monroe a few questions.

"That Henry, he's got a good grasp of balance," Su Mo said with a smile, showing no respect whatsoever for the ruler of this empire.

The fact that those two sheriffs could appear here so openly and brazenly was certainly partly due to the instigation of Trenton's enemies, but it also undoubtedly had Henry's tacit approval.

He had just met with Tranton to express his stance and tell some people to behave themselves, yet he turned around and tacitly approved of others suppressing the Worbs family. This is probably what is known as imperial strategy, the art of balance.

"Alright, let's meet those two guys. I want to see what they can do to me!" Tranton let out a long sigh of relief.

Inside the reception room, Tranton looked at the middle-aged man in front of him with an unfriendly expression. Judging from the badges they wore on their chests, the two men held quite high positions within the police department.

His cold expression, all-black clothes and hat, certainly gave him a strong sense of intimidation.

"Young Master Wobbs..."

One of them gave a slight bow, and then got straight to the point, "I wonder if you have anything to do with the Marquis of Monroe's death?"

"What do you mean by this?" Tranton's expression changed, and he could barely contain his anger.

"Don't be angry, young master."

The middle-aged man who spoke up gave a cold smile. "It's just a normal inquiry. After all, your family and the Marquis of Monroe's family... don't have a very good relationship. Everyone in the capital knows that."

It's clear from his way of addressing Tranton that this guy has no respect for him whatsoever.

"call--"

Tranton breathed a sigh of relief. "It's alright. If you have so much free time, you might as well investigate why my parents died."

"We're investigating. This is our internal matter, so you don't need to worry about it, young master," the man said with a half-smile. "So, young master, are you sure about what you just said?"

Trent did not answer.

“Because I received some strange news. Yesterday, your butler, uh—Sebastian Gamoud, was seen near the Marquis of Monroe’s manor. Quite a few people saw him.” The man suddenly turned his gaze to Su Mo.

Tranton was taken aback, not expecting those people to directly target Su Mo.

But upon closer reflection, this is quite normal.

After all, Tranton was already a marquis. To directly confront him, especially when his family was reduced to a single member, was truly unseemly and shameless.

Even nobles sometimes have a sense of dignity.

Moreover, Henry XI's meaning was quite clear: he was unwilling to hear any more bad news from the capital; stability was paramount.

However, the fate of a mere butler wouldn't affect the overall stability. Most people felt that this butler, who had returned with Tranton and seemed quite capable, was better off being eliminated as a destabilizing factor.

Henry XI wanted a well-behaved boy, Trenton, not a vengeful devil.

Chapter Thirty-Two: Have you thought it through?

As for the open or covert enemies of the Worbus family, they were naturally more radical than Henry XI. In their eyes, the obedient Trent was nothing special; only the dead Trent was the good Trent.

With both factors combined, it's no surprise that the sheriff came knocking on the door with such an aggressive attitude.

After all, in the eyes of most people in the capital, Tranton was just an underage child—and in the eyes of those behind the island, he was just a lucky brat.

What trouble can such a brat cause if we just eliminate those who help him?

Su Mo, this unfamiliar face who suddenly appeared beside Tranton, and who also served as the butler of the Wobbs family, became the first target those people wanted to eliminate.

Next, Arnold and his friends will become targets.

Upon hearing the middle-aged man's words, Tranton couldn't help but turn to look at Su Mo, who was standing beside him.

"Don't look at me like that, young master. You have to believe me, I'm a professional. How could I be discovered?" Su Mo said innocently. "Can't you see how obviously this is a frame-up?"

After hearing Su Mo's words, Tranton couldn't help but cover his face. What he had just said could be considered framing.

Your words are tantamount to admitting that you were outside the manor yesterday. Can't you think before you speak?

Trent suddenly felt immense pressure—he had somehow ended up with such a devilish butler.

“Oh, it seems that Mr. Garmad has admitted that he was near Monroe Manor yesterday.” Having served as a sheriff for many years, Gary was quite adept at finding clues and naturally understood the meaning that Su Mo had inadvertently revealed in his words.

"No, did I say that?" Su Mo denied it shamelessly, his face full of righteous indignation.

"hehe."

Gary gave a forced smile. "Well then, young master, could we invite your butler to the police station for a chat?"

"What did you say?" Tranton jumped to his feet. "You want to take my butler away?"

The nobility of the empire naturally possessed immunity. Without concrete evidence, any noble, including honorary nobles, could refuse to be taken to the police station by the sheriff.

Although Su Mo is not a nobleman, he is the butler of the Wobs family. In a sense, or on a potential level, his status is more than a hundred times higher than that of honorary nobles and minor nobles.

The true steward of a family is the one who represents the face of that family.

Su Mo was taken to the police station for a so-called "investigation," which was no different from what Tranton was taken for an investigation.

Trent initially thought these people were just there to deliver a warning on behalf of someone else.

He never expected that those people would act so decisively and ruthlessly, actually wanting to take Su Mo away directly and cripple one of his major allies.

“This man shouldn’t be a nobleman, right? According to the laws of the Empire, no one except nobles can stop the sheriff from taking him away for the sake of the Empire’s legitimate request.” Gary said without taking Tranton’s anger to heart.

“You need to think this through—” Tranton squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth.

"I've thought it through very clearly."

Gary interrupted Tranton, saying, "If Young Master Tranton has thought things through, then he shouldn't interfere with our normal work. Otherwise, it will cause us a lot of trouble."

"I suppose this butler wouldn't want to cause his master any trouble, would he?"

As he spoke, Gary looked at Su Mo.

Behind the table, Tranton clenched his fists so tightly his nails almost dug into his flesh. After a long while, he exhaled a breath of stale air and said to Su Mo, "Then you'll cooperate with the investigation. By the way, I want to eat lunch..."

After naming a few strange dishes, Tranton turned to Gary and said, "I don't think you'd let a marquis go hungry at home for lunch, would you?"

“Oh, of course not. If the butler is too late to return, I think Your Excellency can go and fetch him yourself.” Gary sneered inwardly, but spoke calmly on the surface.

He chuckled inwardly, thinking that children are just children, actually believing they would let the butler go.

In fact, once he arrived at the police station, the matter of the new butler of the Worbus family was no longer Gary's concern. Before coming, Gary had received hints from at least five important figures, and he didn't think those people would let this young man named "Sebastian" off so easily.

After all, under normal circumstances, even if one is in the right, it would be extremely difficult to bring a marquis's steward to the police station for questioning.

This time, the Marquis of Monroe died, which almost perfectly aligned with the right timing, location, and people. Such an opportunity is rare, and who knows when the next one will come.

“If I’m hungry, I can get very—very irritable, and hopefully some people can handle it,” Tranton said, his tone dripping with threat.

Gary's smile froze slightly for a moment, but quickly returned to normal: "I'm just following orders, alright. Butler, did you hear your master's words? Please come with us."

Now that Tranton has compromised, there's no point in Gary staying here and provoking this minor nobleman any further; his task is to get the man to him as soon as possible.

Su Mo, who had only spoken one sentence at the beginning, snapped out of his reverie and asked, "What did you say?"

“I said, come with me,” Gary said somewhat impatiently.

"Are you sure you've thought this through?" Su Mo asked.

Gary sneered and said in a disdainful tone, "Young Master asked me the same question just now, didn't he?"

Trent's face was grim, and he didn't say a word.

"So, you've thought it through? And the person next to you, have you thought it through too?" Su Mo asked.

The man next to Gary took his hands out from behind his back and slightly lifted his coat—don't get me wrong, he's not a pervert. This action simply revealed a flintlock pistol and a weapon resembling a modern T-shaped stick at his waist.

This action demonstrates a stance far more clearly than Gerry's words, and is infinitely more arrogant.

“It seems my colleague is in a bad mood. He’s not as easy to talk to as I am,” Gary said to Su Mo.

"Oh, so you've thought it through..."

"Then go die."

Before he finished speaking, Su Mo moved and was already in front of Gary and the other man. He clenched his fists with both hands and threw them out.

Before Gary and the other man could even process the horror on their faces, they staggered back a few steps and collapsed to the ground.

You can see that the shape of their necks has become extremely bizarre, because Su Mo punched them so hard that his throat was smashed and his cervical vertebrae were broken.

With his left hand outstretched, he made a grasping motion, gathering the two souls into his own life reserves. Su Mo turned and asked, "Young Master, the garden needs a little more fertilizer."

Tranton's mouth was slightly agape, and it took him a while to recover from his petrified state. He pointed at Su Mo and asked, "You, how could you kill them?"

"Otherwise, what am I supposed to do? Go ahead and go with them to some police station. By then, they'll probably kill more than just one or two people," Su Mo said.

"...You should think carefully about what to do next," Tranton said, rubbing his temples with a terrible headache.

"Next, of course, we'll continue the operation and take out those people on the list. Mrs. Liz is quite efficient; I already know where many of them live and what they look like," Su Mo said after a moment's thought.

That's not what I meant...

Which one is that?

"It's nothing, you can go now, but don't forget to take these two with you." Tranton felt so tired; he wouldn't dare wander around the garden anymore.

"Yes, young master, Seven Sins, come and help!"

The garden had a little more fertilizer, and the clothes became the "fuel" for cooking. The two who had made up their minds immediately split up and disappeared into the capital.

As for Su Mo, he carried the "black box" that he hadn't actually used yesterday to help his young master, Tranton, complete this grand revenge drama.

This time, no one preemptively pulled the trigger, and chaos began to spread.

However, for Su Mo, who was hundreds of miles away, the chaos on that side had no effect on him at all. He packed up his things and headed straight for his next target.

A day passed in the blink of an eye.

For the sheriffs of the capital's security department, these were the most difficult days since they took office. The mysterious death of Marquis Monroe yesterday had not yet been resolved, and today three more nobles had died in the capital.

Compared to the quiet death of the Marquis of Monroe, the deaths of these three nobles were "spectacular," their heads exploding like fireworks, and the resulting panic was far greater than that of the Marquis of Monroe.

The Director of the Public Security Bureau is now extremely uneasy.

In such a unique position, he was well aware of the evils hidden beneath the prosperity of the capital.

If three to five people die in a day, it's really not a big deal.