Elven Reaper

The officer took out a small blue book from his pocket, which should be a document to prove his identity.

The small blue book was opened, and there was a photo of himself and brief information on it.

The young officer's voice was clear and arrogant, which matched his image very well: "I am the lieutenant captain of the Couric City Public Security Department, Hannibal. Do you see clearly?"

The middle-aged passenger nodded and bent down.

The corners of the young officer Hannibal's mouth slightly raised, as if he was satisfied with the respectful attitude of these rustic mountain people towards him.

The sheathed sword on his left waist shone brightly in the sun, and there was a gun holster on his right waist. The exposed gun handle was brand new and exquisite.

He took back his certificate: "Now I ask and you answer. First, don't lie. Second, you must know everything and tell everything. Do you understand?"

The middle-aged mountain man nodded again and said with a trembling voice: "I understand, sir."

"Did a beast tide happen here just now? A lot of monsters rushed out." The young officer Hannibal gestured with his hands.

"Well, yes." The middle-aged mountain man replied firmly.

"Then how did you guys in this car survive?" Hannibal turned his head and glanced at the bus.

The people in this car are all ordinary people with little cultivation.

"Thanks to Bartlett and the magician, they killed all the monsters that came up."

Hannibal then looked at Akto who was next to the minibus. He couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and showed admiration in his eyes.

He is very handsome, has an extraordinary temperament, and is young. His key cultivation level has reached the level of a fourth-level magician.

It seems that he is a noble or a disciple of the great magician.

Well, it is understandable that he did not listen to his own orders and came to gather. He has the capital to be arrogant.

He looked at the strong man again, who was carrying a big brass-colored hammer.

"Barlit, come this way." Hannibal waved.

Akto nodded slightly, it seemed that Balit was quite famous.

"Oh." Bartlett walked over.

The old man in white robes who had just got off the car smiled kindly and waved to Bartlet: "Child, come here and let me see if you are not injured."

Bartlet smiled honestly and walked up to the white-robed old man: "I'm fine, Dean. But this beast wave probably killed a lot of people, and I can't save them."

Having said this, Bartlett couldn't hide the frustration on his face.

The old man in white robe is the abbot of Guangming Monastery that Balit longs for.

The old man looked kindly, touched the worn chainmail on Balit's body, sighed softly and said: "God of Light, you tried your best, didn't you? Even if you didn't save more people, you are still a good child of the God of Light. "

Bartlett lowered his head.

The old man smiled again: "Your fighting spirit level has been improved again, reaching the fifth level. This is also a reward from the God of Light for your bravery and kindness. So, you don't have to feel guilty, okay?"

Bartlett nodded.

Hannibal raised two handsome eyebrows, glanced at Bartlett, and said in his heart: "Some people say that people with simple minds improve their cultivation faster, and it seems that it is true. Bartlett, this idiot, is actually so fast It’s the level of a fifth-level warrior.”

At least within the limits of Kurik City, not only for the poor and weak, but also for practitioners, Balit's reputation is very resounding.

He was an orphan picked up by the abbot of the Bright Monastery and grew up in the monastery.

Bartlet was influenced by the dean since he was a child. He has a simple mind and has always taken it as his duty to help the weak.

Moreover, he was born with supernatural powers and often carried a giant hammer. He went to the mountains to clean up the beasts and monsters that disturbed the villagers, helped the old lady cross the road, and helped the mountain people collect food.

and many more.

It turns out that the young officer Hannibal also regarded himself as a genius. He was smart and handsome since he was a child, and he was very popular from childhood to adulthood.

He and Balit are also the same age, but his cultivation has never been able to catch up with Balit.

Balit reached level four half a year earlier than him. After a lot of hard training, he finally reached level four. When he was on par with Balit, Balit was at level five.

It seems that my cultivation level will never be able to catch up with this stupid cup. The young officer Hannibal sighed dejectedly, put away his sour expression, and prepared to continue asking.

Hannibal stepped up his two slender and strong boots-clad legs and walked up to the unfortunate mountain man who was stabbed.

He asked: "Who stabbed this man to death."

Obviously, the man who had been stabbed had lost his breath and turned into a warm corpse.

The middle-aged mountain man shook his head quickly, with a look of fear on his face: "Sir, I don't know, there were too many people just now."

"Whose is the knife stuck in his chest?"

The middle-aged mountain man hesitated for a long time before pointing at Balit with trembling fingers.

Bartlett nodded and said in a naive voice: "Well, this decomposing knife belongs to me."

Hannibal looked at Bartlett: "Then did you see clearly who stabbed him to death?"

Bartlett nodded again: "I see clearly."

He stretched out a thick finger, pointed at one of the young men, and said, "He stabbed him."

The young man looked thin, his expression suddenly changed, and then a sinister look flashed in his eyes.

"By the God of Light, sir, it's not me. Balit framed me. The knife was his, and the stabbing was clearly his. It was he who framed me." The young man looked aggrieved.

Bartlett was startled. He clearly saw this young man fighting for a knife with someone else. When he saw that he couldn't take it away, he thrust the knife into the man's chest.

Why did he say he stabbed him? At this moment, he remembered what Akto had just said to him, "It will be you who stabbed him later."

Is this Lord Magician a prophet?

Bartlett looked confused.

With a smile on his face, Hannibal turned to scan the crowd: "So, have you seen who the murderer is?"

This group of mountain people lowered their heads.

Some of them saw with their own eyes that this young man stabbed someone to death.

But young people can stab people to death at will, which seems very cruel. They are also afraid of being retaliated by young people if they tell the truth.

Therefore, all the mountain people shook their hands and heads, saying they didn't see clearly.

A sinister smile flashed across the young man's face, and he decided to add fuel to the fire again, hoping to completely pour the dirty water on Bartlett.

The young man knelt down on one knee and said in a crying voice: "Sir, you must believe me. I have lived in the mountains for generations and I have never had a criminal record."

"On the contrary, this is Balit. He has been hunting monsters and wild beasts, like a butcher, with his hands covered in blood. Moreover, he carries a hammer wherever he goes. He is very vicious. You must be aware of everything."

"The God of Light is above. If I lie, please ask the God of Light to send down heavenly punishment and erase me from the world."

The young officer Hannibal stepped forward to help the young man up with a smile on his face.

Then, without looking back, he shouted: "Barit, the murderer is obvious now. It's either you or this young man, and this young man has sworn to the God of Light."

Hannibal had a smile on his lips: "What about you, Bartlet, what do you use to prove your innocence?"

"I, I, I, I didn't" Bartlett panicked instantly.

Hannibal shook his head and sighed softly: "Arrest him, throw him to death row, and let the prosecutor's office charge him with intentional homicide."