The villain daughter did all kinds of things

"Tell me, what happened?"

Emerald crossed her legs in black stockings and sat down on the chair, getting straight to the point.

"It's like this, Miss..."

These slave traders had clearly already inquired about Amelie's background and knew that she disliked being stared at by men; they all lowered their heads and recounted their experiences.

Today, two elven slave caravans will stop at the secret black market in the Locke City mines to resupply and sell some goods to the city's elites.

These four people came from the two elven slave caravans, and their duties in the caravans were to contact buyers and purchase supplies.

So soon after the caravan's magic-powered submarine entered the secret black market in the mine, these four people entered Locke City together to complete their duties.

The procurement of supplies and contacting buyers went smoothly, but when they returned to the black market, they found it had been attacked.

All 30-plus caravan companions who remained in the black market were slaughtered, and the dozen or so elven slaves they had captured also vanished.

The four immediately examined the scene, hoping to find some clues about the murderer, but they did not expect that although the murderer had left, he had left a magical trap in the same spot.

The murderer was highly skilled in magic. None of the four slave traders noticed the magic trap. They were injured by the wind blades that erupted after the trap was activated. They dared not stay any longer and fled the black market to this place.

"That's it..."

Having essentially confirmed her guess, Emery remained expressionless, merely squinting her eyes as if in thought for a moment before making her decision:

"This is my territory after all. I will investigate and resolve this matter. You should rest and recuperate at Baihe Gang for a while. We can discuss any future plans after I finish my investigation."

"Yes, thank you, Miss!"

The four slave traders who managed to escape breathed a sigh of relief. They had risked their lives to escape to Locke City, not for revenge, but to seek the protection of Emerald.

Amelie then looked at the fat man:

"Send a group of skilled people to my warehouse to collect equipment, and then come with me to the site to check out the situation."

"Yes, Miss!"

Fatty Wei initially accepted the order very respectfully, then hesitated for a moment before suggesting:

"Should we find some more skilled mercenaries? Someone who can massacre the black market must be at least a master mage. I'm worried they might disturb the young lady."

"Don't worry, the murderer has most likely already left and gone into hiding."

Emerald simply smiled, then gave Fatty Vivi a meaningful look:

"Even if the murderer is still at the scene, it doesn't matter. You don't actually think that a mere Control-stage mage can pose a threat to me, do you? Hmm?"

Chapter 65 The White-Haired Elf (3/20)

Considering the formidable strength of the murderers who slaughtered the elven slave traders, Amelie was quite generous to the White River Gang's underlings this time. In addition to giving each of them a military-grade magic gun, she also issued them a pair of magical artifacts resembling wrist guards.

Although this wristband magic device only contains one magic shield spell, it is still a military-grade magic device that can greatly improve the survivability of ordinary magic-affinity users on the battlefield, at least preventing them from easily dying from AOE attacks during battles with stronger opponents.

The White River Gang members, now equipped with new gear, didn't hold back in showing their bravery. Even though they knew the killer might still be at the scene, they entered the secret black market before Emery, searching for clues and eliminating potential threats amidst the chaos.

Amelie wasn't in a hurry. She patiently waited for her underlings to finish investigating the black market scene and confirm that the murderer had left and there were no other magical traps before leading Marcy and Fatty Vie into the market.

The scene was indeed horrific, with mutilated corpses and blood everywhere, and the two magic-powered submarines were also severely damaged.

"It seems the murderer is very angry."

Emery's first glance was at the two magic-powered submarines, and she made her judgment:

"Many of their attacks are unnecessary and purely venting."

"Yes, these corpses too."

Fatty Wei also personally participated in the investigation and quickly made a discovery.

He was, after all, a veteran police officer from Locke City, with decades of experience at crime scenes. His knowledge of corpses might not be as extensive as that of a professional forensic pathologist, but it far surpassed that of the average person.

"Many of the mutilations on these corpses were caused after death. The murderer must have been still not satisfied after killing them, so he used a wind blade-like spell to damage the corpses."

"Moreover, these corpses are all human, not a single elf... The murderer was likely after those elf slaves."

"Could it have been done by those Moon Guards from the Elf Embassy?"

After examining several corpses, Fatty Wei continued to offer his speculations:

"Although most of the people in the elven embassy had long been bribed by us and turned a blind eye to the slave trade, a few stubborn Moon Guards were still very responsible and had been working to crack down on the elven slave black market."

"Will not."

Emery shook her head in rejection:

"Those Moon Guards who are still doing their duty are mostly idiots like Julia. Even if some Moon Guards did discover this place, they would definitely focus on capturing people, not slaughtering them, and certainly not desecrating the corpses to vent their anger."

"That's right..."

Fatty Wei nodded thoughtfully:

"An elf who slaughters and destroys corpses to vent his anger is most likely already corrupt and depraved. He would not care about his fellow elves who were sold into slavery, and would only indulge in nightly revelry with his male lovers."

"So I guess this must be a private act by some elf."

Emery snapped her fingers, a confident smile on her face, and began to profile the murderer:

"She must have come from the elven forest. She is quite strong but has a naive personality. She was enraged when she first witnessed humans treating elven slaves, which is why she massacred this place."

"Makes sense."

Fatty Wei agreed with this deduction. He then carefully observed Amelie's profile and, seeing her confidence, tentatively asked:

"Does Miss already have an answer in her heart? Do you know who did it?"

"More or less. My intelligence network did anticipate this long ago."

Emery gave a cryptic chuckle and continued issuing orders:

"Go and see if any of these corpses still have intact heads. I might be able to find out what happened here, or even see the killer's face."

"Yes, Miss."

The fat man immediately sprang into action; whenever he needed to impress Amelie, his obese body would become exceptionally agile.

This time was no exception. Fatty Wei not only searched for the corpses at the black market scene with his underlings, but also personally climbed into the two severely damaged and deformed magic-powered submarines.

As it turned out, Fatty Wei really did get the job.

None of the corpses outside the ship had intact heads, but inside the severely damaged submarine, there was one corpse whose head had been cut off, and whose head and body were relatively intact.

After obtaining the complete head, Emerald ordered the White River Gang members to stop searching, with some remaining on guard around the perimeter while the rest began cleaning up the scene.

This black market must continue to operate, and those mangled corpses and the submarines that have been reduced to scrap metal must be disposed of as soon as possible.

Meanwhile, Emerald led Marcy and Fatty to a flat spot, found a rock to use as a table, and placed the corpse's head on it.

Then Emerald took out her lipstick and handheld mirror. She first used the lipstick to paint her pink lips black, and then gently kissed the mirror.

The mirror surface immediately began to ripple like a computer monitor, and the entire handheld mirror was enveloped in the black light of necromancy.

puff!

Emery gripped the handle of the mirror and thrust it downwards, plunging the base of the handle into the head, directly into the brain.

The mirror-like surface rippled again, and soon a picture with a resolution of about 240P appeared.

It's quite blurry, but it's enough to see faces clearly up close.

Since the decapitated corpse cannot use [Monster Resurrection], Emerald can only temporarily revive the corpse's brain and then use the handheld mirror magic device to recreate the scenes the deceased saw before death.

Based on the clues provided by the four survivors, Emery quickly switched the recreated footage to the moment when the submarine entered the black market.

Just as the four survivors said, everything was normal when the submarine entered the black market, and the four people quickly left through the passage on the mine side to contact buyers and purchase supplies.

The owner of the head was probably responsible for guarding the slaves in the slave caravan. While everyone else disembarked to stretch and relax, he remained in the cabin.

However, he was not content with being alone and clearly wanted to take the opportunity to have some fun and relax. But what kind of fun could there be in a cabin where a beautiful elf girl was kept?

The deceased obviously wanted to find an elven slave to have some fun. After all, elves don't have a concept of chastity, and most elven slaves are not original, so customers don't care whether the seller has used them or not.

So the deceased quickly chose a target: a white-haired elf wearing a magic robe, the most beautiful and best-figured among the elf slaves, who should be very valuable.

However, just as the deceased dragged the white-haired elf to another room, intending to have some fun, the white-haired elf, whose hands were tied behind her back and who had been injected with a weakening potion, suddenly unleashed its magic.

The deceased had no time to react. One second he was excitedly reaching out to the white-haired elf, and the next second he watched his headless body slowly fall to the ground.

Chapter 66 Picked Up on the Roadside (4/20)

With the death of the head's owner, the image playback on the mirror also ended.

The clues are sufficient. The resolution of around 240P is rather blurry, but it's still fine for close-up facial recognition.

That fair-skinned, beautiful white elf with big lights and long legs must be the murderer who massacred the black market.

Emerald then rewound the footage to the moment the white-haired elf appeared, freezing the image and then zooming in on the elf further.

Hmm... I feel like I've seen her before?

Marcy frowned and stared at the white-haired elf for a while before saying something uncertain.

"You should have met her before."

Amelie chuckled and pointed to a tear in the white elf's robe:

"Look here... There was clearly a badge here before, but it was torn off. Sisi, you should be more familiar with that badge than I am with it, right?"

"what!"

Upon Emery's reminder, Marcy immediately remembered:

"It's the insignia of the Royal Guard! She must be a member of the Royal Guard. She's participated in the Royal Court's parades during some of our festivals. I saw her when I was watching from the roadside!"

"That should be it."

Amelie nodded slightly, now completely certain of her guess: this was the person she had been waiting for.

However, information about the game's plot from her previous life was definitely not something she could reveal, so Emerald still appropriately expressed her doubts:

"But how did she, a member of the royal guard, get captured and enslaved? Have slave traders become so audacious that they dare to lay a hand on a member of the royal guard?"

"Even if the slave traders didn't know her identity when she was captured, the weakest members of the Royal Guard are all formal mages, equivalent to mages in the control stage. How could they be captured so easily?"

"This……"

Fatty Wei frowned and thought for a while, but couldn't come up with a reasonable explanation, so he sighed:

"We can only wait until we get back and ask those survivors."

After receiving news from the white-haired elf, Emerald patrolled the black market again. Confirming there were no other clues, she prepared to take Marcy back first, leaving Fatty Vie and his men to continue cleaning up the scene.

"Miss!"

Of course, Fatty Vivi wouldn't refuse Emerald's order, but as Emerald and Marcy were about to leave, he gritted his teeth and cautiously suggested:

"Regardless of what happened to that white-haired creature, she is a member of the Elf Royal Court's Royal Guard, and her strength is definitely not weak. She is also likely hiding near Locke City and could come here again to carry out a massacre at any time, or directly cause chaos in Locke City."

“I know she’s just a nobody to you, Miss, but a nobody like her isn’t worth you dealing with yourself, is it? Locke City is just a third-tier city, and elven mages are generally stronger in combat than magicians of the same level. I’m afraid we’ll have a hard time dealing with her.”

"So... could you hire a few skilled mercenaries?"

"You're afraid she'll follow those survivors and come directly to you, aren't you?"

Emery immediately saw through Vivi's real worry and shrugged:

"If you think it's necessary, of course, no problem... Hmm, the black market does need some security to prevent this from happening again."

"How about this……"

After thinking for a few seconds, Emery took out her notebook, wrote a few lines, tore out the page, and handed it to Fatty Vivi:

"Go to the finance department of Weilen Copper Industry and withdraw some money. Then, use the contact information I provided to formally hire a small team from Merson Security and have them take charge of security here."

"After all, this black market is now my territory. If things keep going wrong, it will affect my reputation."

"As for your own safety... don't worry too much. When we get back, I'll find you a magical artifact to protect you, so you can get away even if you encounter the murderer."

"Thank you, miss!"

The fat man finally breathed a sigh of relief, his obese body immediately collapsing to his knees and kissing the ground in front of Amelie's boots:

"I will always be your most loyal dog! Woof woof!"

. . . . .

After leaving the secret black market through the mine, Emerald, along with Marcy, once again sought out the survivors of the four slave caravans to inquire about the white-haired elves.

"She's actually a member of the royal guard?"