The Sun King's Evidence

"That day, when you went to visit the Imperial Zoo, this hotel waiter came in to clean up." The two women stood in the ice cellar, looking at the body. Olika's amber eyes showed some caution: "At that time, I felt , this waiter is a bit abnormal, so pay attention."

"Abnormal? What's not normal?" Lidya Su lowered her head and inspected the frozen body. This was a very normal hotel waiter. He had no scars on his body and was neatly dressed. There was only a temporary look on his face. With extreme fear.

"His shoes." The dark elf pointed at the hotel waiter's shoes: "As a waiter, he does not know and cannot wear a pair of white leather shoes. This is rare for a waiter."

Lidya Su lowered her head and saw that the hotel waiter was indeed wearing white leather shoes. The female knight narrowed her eyes: "Olica, you have discovered a blind spot."

Generally speaking, people who work in this industry will not wear white shoes. These shoes are not durable enough and can be easily stained with dust and stains. Just like in Ryan's castle, all the maids wear black. The only difference is that Olica wears high heels, while the original Emilia and Sylvia prefer to wear small leather shoes.

It would be fine if it was a less formal place, but this is the Imperial Royal Hotel, the most formal place.

"After I realized something was wrong, I immediately followed him out." The dark elf stood there and said seriously: "I followed him to the Von-Slake family's mansion and found that he really came with a purpose."

"Purpose, what purpose?" Sulia checked the body herself, but couldn't find anything anymore. The female knight gradually understood: "He was just a scout? Wait, Von Schreck's family was destroyed. Were you responsible for the tragedy?!"

"Yes." The dark elf didn't feel any guilt about this. Her tone was like killing a few chickens: "I did it."

"How could you do this?" Sulia frowned instinctively. The female knight was dissatisfied with the dark elf's actions.

"Or do you want Devon Hill to get into trouble? This is the simplest and most effective way, madam, and I have discovered much more than that." Orica still has no pressure, or she doesn't care at all: " If you are willing to listen, you can continue to listen, if not, you can leave immediately."

Orika's figure was reflected in Sulia's beautiful sea-blue pupils. The female knight held her hand on the hilt of the sword of Lyonnais, and she closed her eyes: "Go on."

"I followed this Slaanesh disciple here and learned about their plan." The dark elf told the duchess what he knew.

After Orica followed this Slaanesh believer to von Threck's mansion, she eavesdropped on the plans of this group of Slaanesh believers. It was the largest Slaanesh sect hidden in the empire, and the Flowers of the Carmelite Association A secret plan carefully planned over several years.

This plan has been prepared for a long time.

The Carmelite Association conspired to use a fake child to replace Ryan and Amelia's son, Little Frederick!

"After eavesdropping on the news, this group of Slaanesh believers wanted to cast a spell and use the hair of little Frederick they found on the carpet to release some kind of secret technique, but I stopped it." The dark elf played with a piece of paper in his hand. As for the butterfly daggers, this pair of daggers was made by Ryan by asking the dwarf craftsman Delon Feinson. They are specially designed for the dark elves and have "swift runes" and "harvest runes". The former can change Orika's movements. The latter allows Orica to absorb the enemy's dissipated life force through runes when she completes a kill in melee combat, thereby recovering a little physical strength.

"You stopped me? Does this mean that the plan has been aborted?" Sulia still had a lot of confusion about the current situation. The female knight asked: "You killed them all, did this have any impact on their plan? Otherwise, you Why must we take action?”

"It has no effect." The dark elf shook her head indifferently. The butterfly dagger in her hand was really flying in the air like a butterfly: "According to my soul search, there are more than a dozen in the rich area of ​​Brunswick. Such a stronghold of noble families of Slaanesh believers is lurking here, and spread throughout the city. The Pleasure Players Association has hundreds of hidden stakes, and these hidden stakes are not connected with each other. They only have a superior-subordinate relationship. They act extremely cautiously. , just destroying one stronghold will not affect their plan at all."

"After I eliminated this group of people, I controlled a deceased person to move in place for several hours, and then I got rid of the suspicion." The dark elf concluded: "I think it is necessary to let you know."

"In this case, why did you inform me instead of Ryan or Amelia?" Sulia's expression became more serious after learning the news: "You should tell the three of us!"

"The master's goal is really too big." The dark elf shook his head calmly: "His every move will attract the attention of countless people. If he knows about it, he will definitely let the Revelers Association discover and expose it. Then we may I will never be able to capture this Slaanesh sect, so I decided not to notify the master for the time being."

"Then why didn't you inform Amelia?" Sulia then asked.

The dark elf didn't answer. She just stared at Sulia quietly without saying a word.

The female knight's face suddenly changed. She thought of a possibility, an extremely terrifying possibility. She actually had a vague feeling, but she never dared to say it out loud.

"You...you are testing me! Dark Elf!" Sulia immediately pulled out the sword of Lyonnais, and the flaming sword pointed directly at Orica's face. A rare anger appeared on Sulia's face. Burning: "Do you think I'm that kind of person?!"

"I have never judged you, Mrs. Surya." The dark elf smiled, her smile was very sweet and strange: "My responsibility is just to tell you everything, and then let you choose for yourself, how do you choose and I have nothing to do with it, and I won't recommend any treatment suggestions to you, but I think I can understand it this way, Mrs. Sulia, you don't understand our Druchi at all. Besides, his existence is very important to you and the master. Am I wrong in saying that it is always an invisible possible threat?"

"Olica!" Sulia finally shouted angrily, and the female knight yelled: "Don't force me! I don't want to embarrass Ryan!"

"I repeat, I am not forcing you." The dark elf shook his head: "I just let you choose, I repeat, how you choose has nothing to do with me."

After saying that, Orica raised her head, and the dark elf's amber eyes reflected Sulia's shadow: "You have your way of loving your master, and I also have my way. Besides, you didn't let me Embarrassing conditions. The equipment on your body may be invincible to others, but not to me. You know very well that I have spiritual patterns similar to yours. They were all engraved by the master himself. I I will let you choose, just because you are my wife."

The female knight paused after hearing the words, and Sulia's exquisite face finally showed a hint of helplessness. She put down her sword: "I'm not that kind of person, Olika, don't play the trick you did on the dark elf side." Moving to our side, I repeat, I am not that kind of person, you know, what that means to Amelia."

"I understand." Olika nodded, and she also put away her weapon: "This is your choice, so let us join forces. Today, while there is a grand banquet in the palace, the Revelers Association has Several people are preparing for a rally here, and the massacre of the Von-Slake family has aroused these people's vigilance."

"Very good, so what is your plan?" Sulia glanced at the body on the ground again.

"My plan is to do it again." Orika smiled.

Thirty minutes later, a team of guards and several carriages came from afar, along the snow-cleared road in the wealthy area, and arrived at the door of the noble manor. One of the guards took out a huge copper key. The gate to the manor was opened.

The sound of wheels turning broke the silence in the night. A nobleman wearing a noble uniform and holding a suitcase quickly stepped off the carriage with the help of a guard.

"Your Excellency Lark, welcome." Another noble said to him: "Everyone is here."

"I understand." The noble was a well-known baron in the imperial capital, Werner von Luck, a well-known painter and politician. He was wearing a bearskin imported by Kislev. His coat and waistcoat were covered with snow, and he had a short, straight-cut haircut that was already a little gray.

He quickly walked into the manor, and the guards immediately began to be on guard and stood in a circle around the entire manor.

Along the stairs, Werner quickly walked up to the second floor. He opened the door to the room on the second floor, and then glanced at the oil painting mounted on the wall unnaturally.

The oil painting is a grand ball. Many men and women are dancing at the ball. The scene is extremely luxurious and crazy. But if you look carefully, you will find that although everyone at the ball is singing and dancing, their faces are full of excitement. There is some kind of fear and uneasiness. In the mirror of the ball, there are some indescribable figures having fun with these men and women. Some of them are wearing masks, some are not. A strange atmosphere surrounds this oil painting.

Werner frowned. He muttered a few words silently, then walked behind his desk, sat down on a soft chair, lit the oil lamp, and put the suitcase on the table: "Where are they? You Didn’t you say they arrived?”

"My Lord, they are still arguing about what to do." A nobleman with an obviously lower status came in from outside. He bowed his head and saluted, and then continued: "Some people think we have been exposed, some people have not, we I stopped my plans for the time being to avoid the limelight.”

"Is there any news from Nuer?" Werner frowned. He opened the suitcase. Inside the suitcase was a thick stack of documents, stamped with the Empire's double-headed eagle mark and also with rice. Embark on the unique white wolf logo.

"No." The visitor shook his head: "Ms. Qingrou doesn't have any orders."

"Very well, go out and leave me alone." Baron Werner stretched out his hand to signal the visitor to go out: "Let them get ready quickly!"

"Yes!" The visitor bowed and left the room.

Baron Werner took out the document, looked through it carefully, and at the same time began to think in his mind.

The gathering place of Slaanesh cultists is very difficult to be discovered by ordinary people, because from the outside, this place is just an ordinary shop, hotel or noble manor. After thousands of years of hiding, these Slaanesh cultists have learned how to stay away from those The surveillance of demon hunters and battle priests has learned how to inadvertently corrupt the great nobles and priests. Entertainment is the spiritual need of all mortals, and the Revelers Association knows how to make use of this. In many cases, leisure and entertainment Taking the path of worshiping Slaanesh was just a thought. Even to this day, some Slaanesh believers don't know what they worship, and they don't know that they are already followers of Chaos.

But the massacre of the von Schreck family has made Werner, who was lurking in Brunswick, feel the danger. He has already made preparations. As soon as tonight is over, he will set off tomorrow to return to Noor and the Pleasure Players Association. The base camp.

The dim candlelight flickered in the dark room, and Werner looked at the document in his hand.

This document was sent from Middenheim. On the surface, the document seemed to be a munitions report.

But when Werner applied a pink-purple potion on the document, a dark-purple handprint appeared on the document.

The largest Tzeentch sect in the empire, the Black Purple Hand, is cooperating with the Carmelite Association.

They have used the treacherous young master given by Tzeentch to create several "boys" exactly like little Frederick. As long as they can find an opportunity to replace the real little Frederick, even Ryan and others will not be able to do it in a short time. Problems will be found.

This is the will of Tzeentch and Slaanesh. Facing this issue, the evil gods have reached an agreement. In order to deal with Lion and destroy him, the two sects intend to temporarily put aside their differences and reach a consensus.

This is the "Masquerade Project."

Werner frowned. If he had a choice, he really didn't want to cooperate with the Tzeentch Cult, but the incident with the Von-Strike family made him realize that the Carmelite Association alone might not be able to complete the task.

After reading the documents for a while, Werner lit the candle and felt some pain in his eyes. At this time, there was a slight sound of heavy objects falling downstairs.

The baron shuddered, wondering why those people hadn't come yet: "Is there anyone? Gale? Is he here?"

"..." In the quiet winter night, only the sound of the wind was left.

"Gale?" Werner's face changed slightly. He stood up carefully, immediately tore up the document, lit it on fire, blew out the candle, and then walked towards the door of the room step by step.

The deep, dark corridor was full of profundity and fantasy. The Baron's leather shoes pressed against the floor, making a dull squeaking sound. He pressed against the wall and tiptoed to the stairs.

Grasping the escalator with four fingers, Werner carefully poked his head from the second floor stairway toward the first floor: "?"

The scene in front of him made his heart tighten, the blood flow in his body accelerated, and his head almost exploded.

The dozen guards on the first floor and several Slaanesh followers had all fallen into a pool of blood, and they were all killed with one blow. The only difference was that some guards were stabbed in the throat, and some were chopped into several pieces or Die through the heart.

"Uh! Uh-huh! Uh-huh!" Tears flowed from the baron's eyes. He covered his mouth vigorously, trying not to make a sound, and fell to the ground on the spot, with his hands and feet on the ground. He scrambled and rushed back to his room. In the panic, Werner hurriedly locked the door of the room, then picked up his suitcase, took out a short fire blunderbuss, opened the safety, and hid under the table. In front, he gripped the handle of the gun with his whole body trembling, as if this could bring him a sense of security.

"Who?! Who is it?"

A black shadow appeared from behind Werner and descended from the ceiling. Before Werner had time to react, a purple light flashed across the room. Amidst the screams, the short fire blunderbuss fell to the ground: "Bang." ~”

A purple butterfly dagger was pressed against the Baron's throat from behind, and then a sweet voice sounded cold and murderous.

"Good evening, Your Excellency."

"Can you please lend me your soul?"

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