Elven Reaper

Akto took advantage of the fact that the old Sword Emperor Edmund was still alive and asked: "Mr. Sword Emperor, you came all the way here, do you just want to ask me this question?"

Edmund's eyes, which were about to close, were half-opened, and he reluctantly said: "The contemporary Pope Jerry has actually shown the unique character of a lich. He is different from the gentle and generous popes of the past. He has a very bad temper."

"If we kill his people, he will most likely launch an army to hold him accountable, or even start a war."

"So, if you have informed the Holy See, I will ask that person to prepare early."

Let me go, is this pope so ill-tempered that he starts a war at the slightest disagreement? Akto thought.

But when he thought about it carefully, this logic was wrong.

The Pope is an undercover agent of the Undead Legion, so the Pope should be happy when Pluto of the Undead Legion breaks the seal.

Norton should even be rewarded with a medal for breaking the seal.

And why did you send old Duke to investigate?

What did "that person" think?

In other words, the Pope is not the Lich of Light at all, but "that person" who deceived Norton and Edmund.

Well, your circle is a little chaotic. I'll just sit back and enjoy my meal quietly.

What Akto didn't know was that at this moment, he was in a dark secret room.

There is a bookshelf placed against the wall of the secret room. On the top shelf, there are square grids, and each grid is filled with a book full of runes.

Candlelight is faint.

A slender figure was carrying a candlelight, and his appearance could not be seen clearly.

His long, white hands were flipping through a book. The book was filled with golden runes, and the runes were shining brightly.

"Norton has actually passed away." The voice of the person in the secret room seemed to be hollow, and his age could not be heard. "The news that came after his death was to tell me to be careful about a young man named Akto."

"With Norton's profound knowledge, he didn't even see the origin of Akto." The voice of the person in the secret room was a little surprised.

"Isn't it interesting that Akto is a young man who has no foundation or origin and seems to appear out of thin air?"

At this time, a bright bronze light suddenly emitted from one of the grids.

The man in the secret room, who was hidden in the candlelight, raised his head. Although his facial features were still unclear, it could be seen that the expression on his face was very surprised.

"Ah, Sword Emperor Edmund is also dead. It seems Duke's Star Orbit Transformation has been fully activated." The person in the secret room stretched out his hand, and the books in the grid flew out automatically and landed on his slender jade-like palm. .

He flipped through the book and read for a while, then frowned and said, "Well, the last message from the old Sword Emperor said that Pope Jerry already knew about me breaking the seal of Pluto and sniping Duke."

The man in the secret room casually threw the book that belonged to Edmund on the table, held his head with one hand and laughed.

"Hahahaha, it's interesting, it's really interesting hahahaha"

The person in the secret room seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world, and laughed even more happily. Finally, the voice actually sounded crazy.

"You don't understand, you will never know. Who is the pope and I am the pope."

Immediately, as if he thought of something terrible, the voice of the person in the secret room was filled with anxiety and panic: "No, I am not the Pope. Pope Jerry is a difficult opponent."

"Then who am I? Who am I?"

Just as he was thinking about it, he suddenly heard Vivian's thin voice coming from behind: "This orc uncle, is he dead? Is he dead?"

Akto's mental power swept away, and sure enough, Edmund had completely lost his breath and turned into a corpse.

It was hard for him to endure it for so long even though his heart was gone.

Akto nodded immediately: "Yes, dead."

"Then, what should we do?" Vivian asked timidly, her voice trembling.

"Burn it," Akto said.

"Ah" Vivian exclaimed.

This is a life. If you say burn it, burn it.

Akto moved his ears slightly and sighed softly: "Don't worry, the person who disposed of the body has already arrived."

Vivian looked at the door in surprise.

Sure enough, there was a rush of footsteps, and a young man in uniform with an upright posture had already ran over.

It was Lieutenant of the Sheriff's Department, Hannibal.

bang bang bang

Hannibal knocked on the door and shouted at the same time: "Is anyone there? Why is there so much blood and blood coming out of the house that the whole city can smell it?"

Squeak. The door opened.

Hannibal stepped back, leaving a certain distance, holding the hilt of the sword tightly with his right hand, and looked at the door nervously.

A young man with handsome appearance and slender figure came into view.

"It's you" Hannibal exclaimed.

Akto also felt very embarrassed. Every time there was a murder, Hannibal always took the lead.

Hannibal also frowned, why is it always this genius magician?

Akto rubbed his chin with his index finger, pointed at the room and said, "Yes, someone died inside."

After saying that, he walked out of the room, leaving room for Hannibal to enter.

Vivian still grabbed Akto's denim jacket and followed closely.

Under the hem of her nightgown, her legs were thin, straight, and looked very soft, and one couldn't help but think of the way they were wrapped around her waist.

Hannibal frowned and strode into the door.

The deceased was between seventy-five and eighty-two years old, and belonged to the tiger-human race of the orc country.

The wounds included lacerations with sharp objects and blows with blunt objects. The fatal injury was a blow through the heart with a blunt object.

As Hannibal examined his injuries, he couldn't help but feel more and more angry.

Who on earth used such cruel methods on an old man from the orc tribe, torturing him to death?

Is this a distortion of human nature or a loss of morality?

Hannibal's face was pale, and his slender hands were shaking a little when he took off his gloves.

He breathed a long sigh of relief, turned around and asked: "Dear Mr. Magician, are you an eyewitness?"

Hannibal was a very principled young man with a belief in upholding justice. Seeing this old orc die so tragically, he couldn't help but feel angry.

But facing Akto, a genius magician with great background, he chose to restrain his anger as much as possible.

The first time I killed someone was for self-protection, the second time I killed people was because I wanted to get rid of the scum, what's the excuse this time?

Hannibal kept a close eye on Acto. From the looks of it, if he hadn't been wary of Acto's backstage, he would have pounced on Acto and arrested him.

Although he didn't take action yet, Hannibal's question was already extremely aggressive. It's equivalent to asking: "Did you do this?"

Akto saw the suppressed anger in his eyes and couldn't help but chuckle: "Don't look at me, it wasn't me."

Hannibal's eyes turned to look behind Akto: "Then this lady did it?"

Vivian, who was hiding behind Akto, was startled, showed her head, and said with pale face: "It's not me, it's this old man who broke into my room like this."

Hannibal was in a bad mood. First, the masters fought and collapsed a building, causing numerous casualties.

When I returned to the Sheriff's Department, I smelled a strong smell of blood again. I used my skilled case-handling skills to find him, only to find that it was Akto, the second generation ancestor, again.

After graduating from the Royal Sheriff's College in Polk City, Hannibal declined the professor's request to stay and work in Polk City.

In his eyes, although Kurik City was a so-called "countryside" and could not compare with the prosperity of the imperial capital, he still had no hesitation.

Because he grew up in Kulik City, his dream since childhood was to protect the residents, fight against evil, and uphold justice.

Until he returned to Couric City for three years, his life was smooth sailing.

Relying on the knowledge he learned in Polk City, he solved cases again and again, arrested suspects, and received countless praises from the entire Sheriff's Department and even the Lord of the City.

However, in just these two days, Hannibal encountered more troubles than he had in three years.

These troubles are all related to this young man named Aktor Mormont. However, this young man also has a huge backer, so he can do nothing about it.

Can people with high status do whatever they want? Can people with high status kill people at will?

Don’t ordinary citizens have the right to live in peace? Do people with low status deserve to be trampled on at will?

When Hannibal thought about this, he was so angry that he couldn't eat.

So this time, Hannibal decided not to hold back any longer.

"Mr. Akto, I hope you will follow me back to the Sheriff's Department for investigation." Hannibal's face turned slightly pale and he stared at Akto.

Akto looked at him, frowned slightly, and said firmly: "I won't go."

Are you kidding? He has so many secrets hidden in him. Going to a completely unfamiliar place rashly is a very irresponsible behavior for himself and even the entire elves.

Unexpectedly, Hannibal refused to take a step back, and his tone was very firm: "You have to go, this is a formal procedure."

Looking at Hannibal's determined expression, Akto sighed inwardly, little brother, your persistence is in the wrong place.

Hannibal's hand was already on the hilt of the sword, and his sharp eyes were piercing. It seemed that if Acto said another stubborn word, he would draw the sword and use force.