The Dark King

Du Di'an smiled and changed into a military newspaper.

"A arrogant! Assassinate the incident of Hollett, the real murderer shot again, taking away the life of Hollett's wife Mary!"

“The disciplinary searched overnight and now has some evidence!”

Du Di'an looked closely. "Yesterday, Hollett's wife, Mary, was killed at home. According to the investigation, neighbors had seen a masked suspicious person entering the home of Hollett."

"The trial has mastered the evidence and is currently in secret arrest."

Du Di'an went on a tour and saw the final summary. His face showed a slight smile.

"What is so happy?" The opposite of Fulin noticed Du Di'an's expression, looked up and glanced at the military newspaper in his hand. He did not read the writing because he did not wear reading glasses.

Du Dian handed the newspaper over.

Forint took a moment to look at it and looked up at Dudian with a mistake. "This, is this what you did?"

Du Dian looked into his eyes and said, "It was done by the Milan family."

Forint lived.

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In the castle of the Milan family.

In a granite-built restaurant, the people of the Milan family came to eat and dine.

Seven or eight maids waited on both sides of the table a dozen meters long and were ready to die.

Sitting at the top of the table is the old patriarch of the Milan family. This year, he is 63 years old. Now he has retired from the scenes and enjoyed his life in his later years. All the big and small industries in the family are handed over to his eldest son, Abel. .

Sitting on the right hand side of the old patriarch, Abel is a middle-aged man in his forties. His temperament is as gentle as a gentleman. His pen is straight and straight, and he is meticulous.

"Thank you." After the old patriarch Alex was seated, he said to everyone.

Everyone on both sides of the long table stopped their hands, folded their hands together, closed their eyes, and silently mourned a passage from the Guangbian script: "Thanks to the Lord for giving us food, thanking the Lord for creating wealth, thanking the Lord..."

After a while, gratitude is over.

"Dining." Alex opened his eyes and said indifferently.

Everyone started to eat.

Halfway through the meal, a young figure ran downstairs and hurriedly sat down at the table and sat down in front of his seat. He thanked him and began to eat.

"Vicander, you are still a knight, how come up so late." Abel, Alex's right hand, shouted.

Vikande saw that he hadn't mixed up, and smiled and said: "I drank too much last night and overslept."

"Hey!" Abel snorted. "Let's learn from your brother and sister. The Cavaliers should have a knight look. Even if you don't have to go to the battlefield outside the border, you can't marry the knight's glory!"

Vikander honestly said: "I know."

"Okay, the child is greedy, don't yell." Alex whispered to Abel.

Abel saw him open and sighed: "Dad, this child is spoiled for you."

Alex smiled and said to Vikander: "I heard that you have recently been close to the little girl of the Mel family. How about, is it interested in the little girl?"

Vikander felt that some of his brothers and younger brothers had cast their eyes on the concealed eyes, but they were secretly smug, not humble: "Grandpa, you think too much, I just inquired about Jenny through Shaya."

Alex smiled and said: "It’s so intimate, it seems to be tempting. If you listen to your grandfather, you will pursue it if you like it. If both can catch up, it would be better."

Abel heard a slight frown, but did not say anything, bowed his head and cut the steak, but occasionally looked up, staring at Vikander coldly, reminding him not to be too smug.

Vikande noticed his father's gaze and his mood a little more convergent. He scratched his head and said: "Grandpa, I will find a way for myself. Anyway, I have to take one."

"Good boy, this is the man of our Milan family." Alex laughed.

When his voice just fell, in vain, the old castle butler, who was in the hall, hurried in and ran in. The obese body ran extremely hard and gasped, and Alex said to the top: "Master, something happened. The trial came to a group of trial knights, who came over hard, and there were discipliners inside."

Abel just wanted to swear that he was flustered and didn't have any rules. He stunned and heard a lot of thoughts in his heart. The body had already stood up and said to Alex: "Father, let me go and see."

Alex glanced at him, his face was slightly smiling, and said: "The beautiful point of handling."

"I will." Abel nodded, left the restaurant with the butler, came to the gate of the castle, saw the **** at the foot of the mountain, a squadron trial knight came, headed by two figures wearing silver armor, shoulders Wearing a Thunder badge, symbolizing their identity corrections!

The door was wide open, and Abel waited quietly for them to come, but his heart was secretly stunned. The two discipliners could be personally dispatched. There must be major events, and the trial should not offend their family for no reason. If there is such a big fan, there must be something big.

"What kind of wind is today, do you have to worry about the punishments?" Abel waited for them to approach the road.

The two discipliners who are headed are all young, look ordinary, but the body is very even and straight, and they also hold a boy of seven or eight years old. At the moment I heard Abel’s words, a little cold color on the face of the youth with thicker eyebrows on the left side, said: “You are the Abrazu, let us come, please ask your son to come out and go back to the trial to investigate. ""

"Well?" Abel stunned. He didn't expect that it was not the business things he was worried about. Instead, he was his son. He immediately asked, "I am a son, called Vikande. He is a knight. I don't know if there is any misunderstanding. I need to ask him to go to the trial office?"

"Misunderstanding?" A young man with a sword on his right side squinted, coldly said: "Your son is involved in a murder, and there is evidence on the surface. Your son is the murderer of killing the director of Hollett. This is not a misunderstanding. You should let him out immediately. If he can't find him today, the trial office will immediately issue a wanted order to him and will announce it in the whole district!"

"What! My son is the real murderer of the assassination of Hollett?!" Abel just breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the murder. However, when he heard the words behind him, he was shocked and looked at him with amazement. The two discipliners almost doubted that their ears had problems. Of course, he knew that the murders of ordinary murders and the assassination of Mr. Hollett were completely incomparable in nature!

"This is impossible!" Abel hurriedly said: "How can my son go to assassinate the director of Hollett? You must have misunderstood it. This is definitely another reason."

"Hey!" The young disciplinary with a sword on his face was cold and said: "Is it misunderstood? We naturally know after the interrogation that if you continue to entangle, I will regard it as a crime of cover-up!"

Abel looked at his blunt expression, his face was hard to look at. After hesitating for a moment, he sighed abruptly and said to the butler next to him: "Go and call Vikande."

The housekeeper was already stunned on the side, and he heard the words of Abel before returning to the old castle.

A moment later, Vikander hurried out under the stewardship, and Alex was behind Vikander, as well as two middle-aged people and a temperamental lady, all of whom were separated from Abel. People.

Vikande saw two corrections and a team of trial knights. His face was a bit whitish. When he came out, he hurriedly said: "The disciplinary adult, you are not mistaken, I can't kill the guard of Hollett, how can I? Will you do such a stupid thing?!"

"what"

In a whisper, the whisper of anger screamed, but it was from the mouth of the little boy who was holding the two disciples, including Abel and Alex, and could not help but look at the little boy.

I saw the little boy's eyes red, filled with hatred and staring at Vikande, as if to bite his flesh and blood, low shouted: "It is you, that you, what I saw yesterday, is you!!" To be continued.)