Elven Reaper

The young man lowered his head and let out a long sigh of relief, thinking that it was so dangerous, but fortunately I had this stupid cup to take the blame for me.

But the next moment, his expression froze, and a pair of iron shackles were placed on his hands.

Two soldiers pushed him towards the military vehicle.

"Why," the young man screamed, "why do you believe him and not me?"

Hannibal shrugged: "First, everyone in Couric City knows that Balit will not kill anyone. Second, even if Balit kills someone, I will not arrest him, because he will definitely kill someone." the wicked."

"Who do you think you are and why you want Barit to take the blame for you?"

The young man still wanted to argue, but a soldier stepped forward, opened his bow left and right, and slapped him twice. The young man's face was red and swollen, and two of his teeth were knocked out.

The young man's words of "wurrrr" were silent.

Hannibal shook his head again: "It's boring. Fool Bart, you have always been so stupid and you won't argue for yourself at all. If you suffer a loss in the future, you won't know how to eat."

Bartlett lowered his head and scratched the back of his head.

Akto stood leaning on the minibus and couldn't help but cast admiring glances at the young officer Hannibal.

Moreover, he already had a rough idea of ​​the identities of the people in these two cars.

The car in white robes were all monks from the Guangming Monastery in Kulik City. The leader was the abbot, and Balit seemed to be a very important member of the monastery.

Because even the dean personally went out to look for him in the beast tide.

As for this car in military uniform, the leader of the car, Hannibal, had also announced his identity and was from the Public Security Department of Couric City.

The cultivation level of the people in these two cars is generally at level two or three. The young officer Hannibal is at level four, and the abbot of Guangming Monastery is at level six.

Akto's first impression of this group of people was quite good, and he thought that he had finally met a group of humans who were not so stupid.

"Okay, next one." Hannibal walked to the bus and pointed at the body hanging on the window. "How did this person die? Are there any witnesses?"

Akto admitted generously: "I killed him."

Hannibal raised his eyebrows and looked at Akto.

Although this young magician seems to have reached the level of a fourth-level magician, he is actually a few years younger than himself.

He felt like he had been hit hard again, and he couldn't help but feel a little frustrated. Are there so many geniuses in this world?

And this genius is much more handsome than me.

"Why?" Hannibal said with a hint of respect in his tone.

Because first of all, he was afraid of Akto, or the forces that might exist behind Akto.

Secondly, he also learned that it was Akto who cooperated with Balit to save the lives of this carload of people from the beast tide.

Since you can risk your life to save the lives of ordinary people in this car in such a dangerous beast wave, there is no reason to rashly disregard human lives.

Therefore, his tone did not show the slightest contempt or hostility towards the murderer, but his expression was respectful.

Akto nodded and said without any wavering in his tone: "Because he wanted to kill me and I fought back in self-defense."

After speaking, he tapped the pistol that fell on the ground with his chin.

The energy of the pistol was poured out, temporarily turning it into a pile of scrap metal.

"What's the reason, sir?" Hannibal lowered his head, picked up the gun, and looked around.

"I once took out a pile of gold coins in front of him." Akto explained.

Hannibal nodded. He was also a smart man. He guessed immediately that the stupid dead man wanted to kill the magician because he coveted the magician's property, but he was killed by the magician.

Magicians generally give people the impression that they are very powerful and very rich.

But this way of death seemed to be caused by having his neck broken, rather than being enchanted by some magic.

Hannibal glanced at Acto and thought that this handsome little magician was quite violent.

"Okay then, can you please help us, Mr. Magician, and sign a confession?" he said with a smile.

Akto nodded: "Of course."

Hannibal continued to go around the other side of the car and shouted: "Then the third body, are there any witnesses?"

This one is clearly the man in leather who got out of the car and wandered around blindly, and his head was scratched by the dark leopard.

Then, he seemed to be saying to himself: "Oh, it seems there is no need for witnesses. This poor guy should die from the claws of the monster."

"Okay then, the body will be taken back to the Sheriff's Department for identification." Hannibal shouted loudly.

But in the blink of an eye, he saw the corpses of monsters all over the ground. This was an exaggerated amount of wealth.

Hannibal turned to Akto and said, "Mr. Magician, according to the laws of the Deslor Empire, these Warcraft materials belong to you and Balit."

"Do you need someone to help you collect it? If necessary, my brothers can do it for you."

"Of course, you won't let them work in vain. You will give them some money for their hard work, right?"

The smile on Hannibal's face was bright.

Akto returned the smile: "Captain Hannibal, I have handed over all these monsters to Balit. You can discuss it with him."

Hannibal couldn't help but smile with joy: "You are very generous, Mr. Magician."

"Thank you, can I go then? I hope to return to Pok City as soon as possible." Akto said warmly.

He now admired the young officer very much.

It seems that the dirty human race has not completely fallen, and there are still some high-quality varieties.

"Of course, please come here and sign a confession." Hannibal stretched out a hand as an invitation.

Akto walked to the side of the military vehicle. A soldier had already been waiting for a long time with a good pen and paper.

Akto took a look and saw that there was no excessively sensitive information, so he picked up the pen, filled it out briskly, and handed it back.

Hannibal took the confession book and read it.

Name: Akhtor Mormont.

Sex: Male.

Age: Nineteen years old.

Birthplace: Polk City.

Occupation: Magician.

Cultivation level: Level 4.

Next is the confession about his killing in self-defense, and finally the date and signature.

Naturally, he made up his last name and age.

Hannibal looked at Akto's beautiful handwriting and said hello secretly, thinking that this magician's dress, image and temperament, as well as his speech and conversation, even his handwriting were so beautiful.

Moreover, he is from Poke City. From all appearances, he is undoubtedly the son of a wealthy and aristocratic family.

Where is there a wealthy noble named Mormont?

After thinking for a moment, Hannibal smiled and shook his head and said, "Mr. Magician, I just need to arrange for someone to go back to Couric City to hand over the case first. Do you want to come with me?"

Akto nodded: "That's perfect, Captain Hannibal."

Hannibal turned back and shouted to his soldiers: "Two people will take the bodies back and hand them over to the hall, and two more people will drive the buses and transport these passengers to the city."

"The rest of you should follow Balit and break down the monsters to collect them. This is a rare opportunity to make extra money. You should seize it."