Chapter 3: 004 Baron Lornanx

   Chapter 3 004 Baron Ronanks

  Because of things in the morning, Vincent was listless all day, and it was not until the evening that he regained some interest. He sent someone to call Green to the castle to have dinner and discuss the "weird" news.

   In fact, Vincent was still a little unwilling after returning, and the information that the auction house waiter inquired in the morning might not be accurate, so after returning, he specially sent someone to investigate carefully, but the results were not much different.

  Because it is not a formal occasion, and the authority of the nobility has declined after the Industrial Revolution, many of the red tape of the past have been abandoned. Green took a seat directly after seeing Vincent saluting slightly, and there was a not-so-rich but exquisite dinner in front of him.

  Green glanced at it, knowing that this was his predecessor's daily life with Vincent, he sat down and started eating with peace of mind. While eating, I listened to Vincent's ramble and told the news of the new inquiry. Green didn't express his opinion, just listened quietly. When he was about to finish eating, there was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps from outside the restaurant. Immediately, a sturdy young man in light leather armor with a revolver and a fighting dagger at his waist walked in quickly.

   "Rolt, what's so urgent?" Vincent asked in surprise. Rolt was his personal bodyguard, a senior apprentice knight, with a stable personality and proper handling. It was rare to see him in such a panic.

   "There's something wrong with the young master!" Roert's face was serious, indicating that the situation was very serious.

   "What's the matter?" Vincent's face froze.

   Green felt a slight ominous feeling in his heart upon seeing this.

   "Baron Lonanx was murdered! The adventurers who lived in the auction house also died. There were nine people in total, and none of them survived." Roerte spoke quickly and seemed very urgent.

Green and Vincent were both shocked. Baron Lonanx was a big man in Langton City on par with the Wilson family. Although he was only a baron, he was good at business. The mining company owned by the family was a famous mining giant in the southern part of the Kingdom of Lorenzo. . In addition to the title, Baron Lonanx is also a senator of the Northwest Provincial Council, and his influence in the entire Northwest Province is still higher than that of the Wilson family.

   "How did you die? Who is the murderer? Did you catch it?"

Vincent asked three questions in a row, but he already had some kind of guess in his heart, because the Baron Lonanx also went to the auction in the morning. If the three elf female slaves were bought by him, then the cause and effect would be obvious. pass.

   Besides, those foreign adventurers were also killed together. Who else could the murderer be except the 'weird' who followed him all the way!

   Without waiting for Rolt to answer, he walked in from the outside, a silver-haired old man in a black tuxedo and white gloves, and saluted Vincent in a strict manner.

   "Grandpa Laurens, why are you here?" Vincent immediately got up and saluted, including Green who also stood up.

  No one in the Wilson family dared to despise the old butler who served the three viscounts, even if Vincent was the heir of the family, he had to maintain respect.

   Butler Laurence glanced at Roerte, and said in a slow tone: "Young master, you have already received the news about Baron Lonanx. The master wants to go and see, please go with you."

   "Okay." Vincent responded immediately, and then said to Green: "Green, you come with me." After that, the two quickly followed Butler Laurens to the gate of the castle.

   A luxurious carriage with the Wilson family crest was parked at the entrance of the castle. The groom stood beside the carriage and saw three people approaching, and immediately stepped forward to open the door.

  Vincent raised his legs and got on the carriage. Green and Laurens, as stewards, were also qualified to sit in the carriage, but they could not sit on the same level as the master, and could only sit in the two small seats by the door.

   Inside the carriage, Vincent's father, the head of the Wilson family, Paul Wilson, sat with a sinking face. When he saw the three people coming in, there was no expression, and people couldn't guess what he was thinking.

  Viscount Paul is less than fifty years old, tall and dignified. It is said that he served in the army when he was young and had the strength of a senior apprentice knight. But now, with age, he has gained some weight, not like a knight, but more like a capitalist.

   "Father!" Vincent was obviously a little scared and sat down opposite Viscount Paul.

  Viscount Paul said "um", but his eyes swept across Green's body, and then he looked at his son and asked in a flat tone: "Did you go to the auction in the morning?"

   Vincent nodded and said: "Yes, I heard that three elves came last night, but these elves seemed to have something to do with 'weird', so I gave up."

   Viscount Paul's eyes flashed with relief: "Yes, my mind is still sober, I know how to understand the situation and control myself."

   "Thanks father for the compliment." Vincent secretly breathed a sigh of relief, obviously his every move could not escape Viscount Paul's eyes and ears.

   At the same time, the carriage went along the smooth road to 25 Westbrook Street, the mansion of Baron Lornanks in Langton, a baroque three-storey house.

  Because it was not far away, the carriage arrived quickly.

   A lot of people have come before Green and the others, such as the mayor of Langton City, the chairman of the city council, the chief of the police station, the chairman of the chamber of commerce and other big figures who are rarely seen at ordinary times have all come. No. 25 Westbrook Street has been blocked by the police, and people who heard the news and watched the lively nearby were blocked from the cordon. There was a lot of discussion and pointing. Killed as if experiencing it firsthand.

  Green and the others had Viscount Paul there, so naturally they would not be turned away. The four of them crossed the cordon and went straight in.

As soon as I entered the door, I heard a woman's cry. In the living room on the first floor, a beautiful young woman in her twenties was wiping her tears. This beautiful lady is the continuation of Baron Lonanx, a commoner. Born a baroness, she is now the first heir to the estate of Baron Lonanx.

   Beside her, the president of the Langton City Chamber of Commerce, a potbellied forty-year-old widower was diligently consoling him.

  Viscount Paul came in for a formal greeting, and then walked directly into the study on the first floor. This was the first scene of the murder of Baron Lonanx. At this time, the mayor, the speaker, and the chief of police were all there, and the forensic personnel of the police station had just arrived.

  Because of the limited space in the study, Green and other attendants were blocked from the door, but they could see the baron's body still hanging in the air through the door of the study.

  The rope was hung on the lamp base of the crystal chandelier, and the corpse hanging below was pale blue, with protruding eyes and tongue sticking out. Moreover, the hands and feet of the corpse showed abnormal twists, and they should have been broken, and it was obviously impossible to commit suicide.

   Soon the body was put down, and the forensic doctor of the police station began a preliminary investigation.

   After a few minutes, the experienced old forensic doctor raised his head solemnly.

   The chief of police immediately asked: "How is it, is it a common murder or something else?"

  The old forensic doctor understands what the 'other thing' asked by the police chief refers to, and what kind of answer he hopes to get. Unfortunately, this time Mr. Chief is doomed to fail.

   The old forensic doctor's face was grim, and he said solemnly: "The corpse has obvious psionic reaction, it should be some kind of weird thing."

"Shit!" The director scolded a **** in a low voice, but he had no choice but to look at the mayor and the speaker, as well as Viscount Paul and his son on the side: "Gentlemen, it is a pity that our city of Langton has ushered in a strange murder of nobles. We must notify the Special Bureau and report it immediately, this is not something that the City of Langton can solve."

  Green listened outside the door, his thoughts kept running through his mind, especially when he heard the forensic doctor's mention of 'psionic reaction', which gave him an idea.

   Psionic power is the core foundation of the extraordinary power in this world. Whether it is a magician, a knight or any other profession, its extraordinary power is transformed from psionic power. Previously, Green absorbed the psionic energy stored in the half-bone whistle and accidentally activated the cemetery in his body. Unfortunately, due to insufficient psionic energy, he could only activate half of it, and more psionic energy was needed.

   (end of this chapter)