Chapter 48: Song of The Wind (7)


    The blood stains on the floor had been wiped clean and only a little bit of blood had dropped into the cracks on the floor. No one knew how many people had stepped on this floor that hadnt been repaired in years and whose colour had turned dull, so much so that it almost blended in with the colour of blood.


    Jin Cheng scraped some sawdust from the cracks with a dagger, then he looked at it carefully and said: The blood stains should have been here for a long time. its definitely not recent.


    Tang Cuo continued to search the room and finally came to a conclusion: Do you see that the distribution of these blood stains looks like a magic circle?


    This statement triggered Jin Chengs interest.


    He directly prepared a basin of water and used water as a substitute of blood to link all the blood stains. After he was done, Jin Cheng stroked his chin and studied the picture carefully, saying: This is indeed a bit like a magic circle. Do you know which one does it look like?


    Tang Cuo understood: The iplete painting?


    Bingo. Jin Cheng snapped his fingers. Thats it. Some blood stains are undone, but looking at the overall pattern, this is very simr to the magic circle in the painting.


    But what did this point to?


    The blood stains might have been there for a while and perhaps left behind by the previous tenant, but if such an obvious clue didnt point to Bazz, it would be a bit difficult toprehend.


    But how could Bazz, a kind-hearted, enthusiastic and cheerful person, have anything to do with a magic circle of the Rose Sect?


    Jin Cheng and Tang Cuo immediately carried out a more thorough search around the rented t and finally found a letter in the crack of the bed board. To be precise, it should be called a dying letter.


    [Today is finally a sunny day. The wind has pushed open the window and the wind chime is ringing again. Its such a pleasant feeling.


    The cold will always pass.


    When this winter passes, there will be wonderful music on the street again. Beibeis jam pies will also have new vours, because the fruits of Yorkshire are about to ripe again.


    I look forward to it so much.


    Everything will be better.


    And I hope only the wind will know about my death.]


    This was a dying letter that wasnt exactly a dying letter. It didnt pass on anything and wasnt signed either, but Tang Cuo and Jin Cheng could both agree that the writer was Bazz.


    As they opened the window and looked out, the messily stacked-up ck houses seemed as though they would copse at any point tnow, and the people living in them were like weeds. Which weed would sincerely look forward to the music and miss the jam pie in Beibeis Cake House?


    It could only be Bazz with red, cotton-like hair.


    He was probably sick and wrote this letter when he was about to die. It wasst winter, half a year ago. Jin Cheng said as his eyes fell back to the only wooden bed in the house, feeling as though he could see Bazz lying there, struggling with sickness.


    He continued: This can exin why he knows Dr. Albert. Dr. Albert is also rted to the Rose Sect, so a magic circle appears in his room.


    One clue was connected to the next and the truth had gradually surfaced. But if this series of happenings were all chained together, they stillcked a few important nodes.


    For example, did Dr. Albert eventually cure Bazz, so that the magic circle was entirely erased? Was there any connection between Bazz and Lisa? Or which faction did Dr. Albert really belong to?


    The two then left the rented t, bought some food on the street and discussed their next course of actions while eating. The main mission hadnt been updated yet, so it might be that they had to continue investigating in the White Leaf District and the next plot could only be triggered after they obtained some results.


    Jin Cheng shamelessly sat down on the pavement and asked: Youre a detective, where do you want to go next?


    As a noble knight, Tang Cuo naturally always stood upright. Even eating the cheapest cornmeal pancake wouldnt make himpromise his aura. After thinking for a moment, he said: They both have a magic circle in their ce, but Lisa is dead and Bazz is alive. What do you think is the difference?


    Their leader is different? Lisamunicates with Priest Peter while Bazzmunicates with Dr. Albert. In other words, theyre not from the same faction?


    Maybe.


    Tang Cuo had thest bite of the pancake and said: Im going to see Lisas body.


    After about twenty minutes, the two arrived at the small courtyard where the body was collected.


    Following the same routine, Jin Cheng and Tang Cuo together sat on the roof of the house next to the courtyard, capturing the situation below from a high point. However, Jin Cheng only nced at it once and concluded: The corpse has been taken away.


    It was twilight now, almost five hours after Jin Cheng discovered that the corpse was sold to this ce. It was likely that the corpses had been taken away altogether. ording to Mustache Man, the corpses would be transported to the Locke Kingdom and sold to the noble necromancer.


    Does he experiment necromantic magic with corpses?


    There seems to be no other exnation. The necromancers in Sicilit dont seem to be screaming and killing people like those in some Western Fantasy tales. They use money to buy corpses. This business may sound inhumane, but if you think about it carefully, they dont raid anyones tomb or experiment on living people. In fact, they are quitew-abiding.


    Saying that, Jin Chengs eyes swept through the entire ce, then he casually knocked on the door.


    Tang Cuo was still watching from the roof.


    The one that opened the door was the servant who was responsible for tossing the powder on the corpses. Jin Cheng put up a miserable expression, saying that he had a corpse to sell and wanted to ask about the price. The servant made an offer, but Jin Cheng wasnt satisfied and said he wanted to see the boss.


    The servants attitude was cold and even mixed with a few hints of impatience. In the end, he only said that the boss had gone to the dock to deliver the corpses and shooed Jin Cheng away.


    The dock was right in the White Leaf District.


    The Principality of nge had a wide river called the Honey Wind River that flowed through most of the country, and most of the cargo transportation in the whole principality relied on this river. To the east was the Pinwheel Harbour and to the south was the Kingdom of Hundred Flowers, which made the waterway a smoother route for travelling than thend.


    The two immediately rushed to the dock.


    After nightfall, the dock was extremely brightly lit, as though all the lights of the White Leaf District had gathered here and formed the only source of light in the dark night. Thebourers d in linen clothes were carrying the goods back and forth, from one ship to another and one truck to another. From a distance, the steward of the dock could be heard reprimanding them loudly.


    Be careful, if you identally drop the goods and the noble lords me it on you, can you pay it back?!


    A long distance away, Tang Cuo couldnt see the persons face, and the evening breeze mixed with the faint smell of river water and sweat didnt feel too great.


    The two looked around for a long time but still couldnt trigger the next mission. They made attempts to subtly ask the NPCs for information but couldnt confirm whether the ship that transported the corpses had left.


    An old boatman that was smoking a cigarette with a terrible smell reminded them: Young boys, dont ask so much. Otherwise, the corpse wont be found, then you be corpses yourselves.


    Tang Cuo seemed to think of something.


    Jin Cheng went to a nearby tavern to buy a bottle of wine to give to the old boatman, then he said with a smile: Ill just ask one question: You really didnt see the ship that carried the corpses?


    The old boatman epted the wine and grinned, revealing his teeth that were both ck and gold: No, Ive been here for more than ten years and never seen any ship carrying corpses.


    Jin Cheng and Tang Cuo looked at each other. <em>Something isnt right.</em>


    As the two got up and walked back, Tang Cuo said: Someone lied.


    Jin Cheng hugged his arms and seemed a bit intrigued: Who do you think lied?


    Tang Cuo: The corpse collector.


    Jin Cheng said: Do you think that they never transported the corpses out of nge at all?


    The old boatman was just a passer-by NPC they picked at random and not a key figure of the plot, so there should be no need for him to lie. What did Ive never seen any ship carrying corpses mean? It meant that the merchants had given up on transporting via the sea, which was more convenient and efficient. Rather, they had chosen to go via thend.


    Corpses werent easy to transport like candlesticks. If they went via thend, how many carriages would they have to prepare? Travelling on the road with a lot of corpses sounded creepy, and anyone with a brain wouldnt choose such a route.


    Thus, the corpses must still be in nge. Then the real purpose of those collectors buying the corpses was worthy of suspiscion.


    Was this really rted to the necromancer of the Locke Kingdom?


    The assassination of the Grand Duke, the attack on the church, the corpses that was taken away One by one, everything that had happened within the day shed by Tang Cuos mind. He suddenly frowned and hurried to the small courtyard just now.


    Jin Cheng could guess what he was thinking and the two quickly ran back, only to find that they were still toote.


    The small courtyard was utterly empty.


    Tang Cuos face darkened, wondering if it was them who had scared those people away, or if those people had soon prepared to escape.


    At this point, Jin Cheng slowly walked to him from behind. Seeing how the situation had turned out, he couldnt help raising his eyebrows, then his eyes suddenly lit up. He smiled and asked softly: Didnt you want to see the corpse? Do you know that theres still one more ce in the White Leaf District that still has a corpse?


    Tang Cuo: The church.


    Priest Peter was killed in the church after the assassination of the Grand Duke today. The guards had temporarily taken over the church and dealt with the priests body. It had only been half a day, so the body should still be inside the church.


    Tang Cuo was afraid that something bad would happen if he waste and even used the Sprint skill. Under the moonlit night, the two figures jumped over roofs and reached the church from the courtyard within fifteen minutes, startling all the soldiers guarding the gate.


    Without wasting a second, Tang Cuo pulled out the badge of the Greenvines Alliance and shed it before their eyes, then pushed the gate in. The stunned soldiers finally managed to react after half a second, but no one stepped up to stop him.


    <em>Someone from the Greenvines Alliance.</em> As the leaders had said, this matter was under the alliances control.


    Inside the silent church, only a few soldiers were dozing off with swords held in their arms. The sound of footsteps running awakened them, making them draw their swords and look around dazedly to eventuallynd their eyes on Theodores handsome face.


    Where is Peters body? he asked.


    In in the central court. We just buried him. A guard recognised him and decided to step forward: The Grand Duke ordered him to be buried in this church, and we also prepared a coffin for him.


    <em>Hes already buried?</em>


    Tang Cuo frowned slightly.


    Seeing his expression, the guard asked cautiously: Sir Knight, what do you want his corpse for? Weve examined Peters corpse and found nothing unusual, otherwise we wouldnt have buried him.


    Tang Cuo didnt answer.


    However, Jin Chengs voice came from behind: If youve buried him, dig him out. At worst, we can always bury him again.


    Huh? The guards doubts surged to the point of no return.


    Five soldiers, each with a shovel, dug up the soil in the heart of the court and pulled out the buried coffin, while the two masters who insisted on digging up graves at night just stood by each side to supervise the work.


    The atmosphere felt pretty bizarre.


    Even more bizarre was that when they pushed open the coffin, it was empty.


    Wheres the corpse?!


    How could this happen, I obviously saw him buried in it?!


    Ghost it was a ghost!


    The soldiers threw their shovels and backed away in fright. Tang Cuo walked to the coffin, carefully reached out one hand to touch the coffin wall and saw blood stains at the bottom.


    Jin Cheng brought amp to him: Peters wound is at the back of his heart, so the blood stain is in the right position. The extent of blood drying also seems correct.


    Tang Cuo: Where do you think he went?


    Jin Cheng shrugged: Maybe hes peeping at us from a corner.


    This single statement was so terrifying that the soldiers immediately stepped back and looked around, as if a ghost would jump out in the next second.


    Tang Cuo opened the system panel and found that the main mission had finally changed.


    Jin Cheng also looked at his panel and asked: My mission is to look for Peter and inform Celtic of the clues. What is yours?


    Tang Cuo didnt want to speak.


    [Kingdom Hidden In The Moonlight]


    The second round: Song of The Wind


    Main mission: Return to the rented t to heal your injury and wait for Bazz.