Use the power of the Demon King to destroy those reincarnated in another world

After a few seconds of silence, Kaiping took a deep breath and lowered his head.

"Hey, are you okay? Keping." A man's voice came over, and Keping raised his head: "Mars. Thank you for your help." The man named Mars looked at the entrance of the alley where White disappeared.

White's figure disappeared, and the dark alley continued.

"Because I felt a little dangerous, I came here while shouting. What happened?"

"Huh?" Kaiping looked surprised.

Looking back, no one was approaching Mars.

"Because I don't think I have time to call for help." Mars replied, sensing Kaiping's question.

"I don't hate your clever way of adapting."

"Obviously I'm like this because I was saved by you."

"No, in fact I received help from you. Thank you very much." Kaiping said, looking towards the disappearing alley. Although he couldn't see clearly, there was a figure lying on the ground in the depths, and Kaiping walked towards it.

"Keping?" Mars frowned and followed Keping's back.

"What's wrong!" Kaiping looked towards where he was walking and said in surprise. Kempin came to that spot and stopped, but Mars remained where he was.

"Is this the woman from just now?"

"Yes, she calls herself White."

Mars said, "Whitey? I've never heard of that name."

Mars calmed down and approached Kaiping: "Is this man an acquaintance?"

"Yes, he is our employee, Mr. Deerwood's son."

"Deerwood? The high-ranking noble?"

Kaiping nodded.

Mars looked at the man. He appeared to have been stabbed near the heart, with three wounds.

"The special killing method, is it because of hatred or something?"

"No, I'm afraid it's just for public display."

"Display? What was shown?"

Keping stood up.

"Mars, I believe you, can you please have spiritual communication?"

Mars looked confused, turned around and asked, "Okay, but where is your magic tool?"

"I forgot to bring it. It doesn't feel good without sir."

Mars shrugged speechlessly: "Well, let's cancel today's dinner. Who do you want to have spiritual communication with?"

"Holy Emperor." After Kaiping finished speaking, Mars' eyes widened.

"Can you ask me?"

"I believe you and Leonardo will agree. And in the worst case scenario, Leonardo's help may be needed."

Mars' expression turned serious. Then he immediately put his hand on Kaiping's shoulder and closed his eyes: "It turned purple."

Kaiping opened his mouth after hearing Mars' words: "Mr. Leonardo, I am Kaiping."

"Ah, Mr. Keping. I just want to contact you." Leonardo's voice rang in his mind.

"Is it about me? Is it about the institute?"

"Yes, but there's another thing too."

"What is it?"

"It's better to communicate spiritually. Can you come over here? It's best to bring Mr. Mars with you."

Kaiping and Mars looked at each other, and Mars nodded.

"OK."

"What's going on over there?"

"I will talk about the specific matters when we meet again. By the way, can the knights go to convey it?" Kaiping said, and Mars replied: "Okay."

Kaiping and Mars were speechless as they stared at the miserable scene in that room. It was a luxurious noble mansion.

Spacious den. Several corpses and bright red blood scattered on the walls and floor. Only the lower body of the body was left, lying on the ground.

In order not to hinder the knights walking around, Keping, Mars and Leot huddled in the corner of the room. From the body without the upper body and the body parts scattered around, Keping realized.

"Self-destruction, huh?"

Leot, who was next to him, said: "You can tell at a glance that he is really powerful." His expression was very sad.

"It should be the remnants of the terrorists. Although we have identified it,..."

"Were they cornered and committed suicide?" Mars said.

Afterwards, Mars continued: "After that incident, didn't all the remaining members of the party flee the royal capital?"

"Most of them are, but the nobles who hid the information stayed. And it's not easy to confirm their identities." Lyot replied, and Kaiping looked at the shoes under the corpse's feet and opened his mouth.

"These shoes are very cheap. It seems that there are more than just aristocrats here."

"Really? They were bumped into while they were having a secret conversation."

Mars roared: "If the terrorists come back, what is their purpose? Or the primary goal is to find the leader." Mars' words received a nod from Leot.

After a moment of silence, Kaiping said to the two of them: "Actually..."

"At the time of the incident I was discussing with Mr. Riott, I was pursuing Mr. Allen Fultzbelt."

Mars was shocked and asked: "Why?"

Leot frowned: "Who is he?"

"I thought I saw it wrong, but during the pursuit, I caught up with the scene of an accident where a researcher was killed. I don't think this is a coincidence."

Mars realized: "You mean this is a demonstration for us?"

"So, does Kepin think Allen is a terrorist leader?"

"It's just a possibility..."

Mars asked: "What is their purpose?"

But Kaiping shook his head: "I don't know."

There was another moment of silence. But this time, Leot, who was originally silent, took out a piece of paper from his arms. It was in the evening, and Keping asked him to help deliver something to Noel.

"That's why I asked Mr. Keping to come to me."

Kaiping tilted his head and waited for the next words.

"When Mr. Keping contacted me before, the knight captured someone on the list not long ago, near the mansion."

"oh?"

"The man said he was on his way home, but I felt a little suspicious and wanted to confirm his identity, and he ran away."

"Who is that person? Now, he has been transferred to the underground cell of the headquarters."

Kaiping thought for a moment and asked, "Can you leave that matter to me?"

"What do you think?" After Leot asked, Kaiping just nodded silently.

Brett looked angry on the outside, but anxious on the inside. After being restrained by the knight, he was imprisoned in the underground prison of the headquarters, but was quickly transferred to another room.

There are no windows in the square room, and only a solid iron door serves as the only entrance and exit. He was tied to an iron chair in the center, unable to move.

And the chair was nailed to the floor and wouldn't move. Since the collar hinders the use of magic, magic cannot be cast.