Wittschazo replied smoothly, "Of course someone saw it. If I want to catch the murderer's tail, I have to collect information."

"It's probably the murderer is looking for your traces." Uriel said angrily, "and it will be more efficient than you, a serious injury." For Gaia's sake, he would better be more at ease. He is not so busy with his life.

"You're right." Wittke's face that wasn't a good man showed a crooked smile. "I just wanted him to know that I'm still alive, and I'm in Bloomnott."

"What will happen to him if you die?"

“He no longer has any concerns that many people will die because of this.” He said, “As far as I know, a gangster has died in the church.”

"I also saw his body." Uriel remembered the closed door and the description of "losing blood" in Officer Agatha's mouth.

At that time, he devoted himself to attention, and later he became distracted. The dead were not unfamiliar to him, and there was nothing to be surprised about. In Four Leaf City, he had seen all kinds of corpses and had created equal deaths. When Joey opened the way, he would never avoid some undeads gathered in groups. They often saw as many as they killed, and pushed all the way to the alchemist hut in Songbigler. Later, Joey broke into the place where Su Sheng in Heckley was alone. The power of the White Messenger was irresistible, and he was already used to it.

But to put it another way, once Bai Zhien believed that he did not have the ability to become an envoy, even if Uriel chose the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, he would not approve it. The mentor would respect my choice, but this would not prevent him from feeling disappointed. Some words would be said to me, and some opinions would not be revealed. Uriel could not imagine such a situation of patience with each other.

Bodies and murder are nothing, and how many deaths will be made in the future are not the question he has to consider. People will die sooner or later, and Uriel believes in the detective queen's ability to solve cases. They are professionals, and there are not many ordinary people in the entire public security bureau.

"You look upset," said the wounded.

This sentence interrupted his thoughts. When Uriel returned, he took a detour to the church, which was still blocked. Perhaps he would have to wait until Agathapollo cracked the murder tomorrow before he could be allowed to kneel at the goddess's feet.

The apprentice just learned about the Tinder Trial from his mentor, which made him even more irritable. However, the source was not the graduation ceremony that had nothing to do with him, but friends Gisinduwa, William Minna and Shaw have to wait for another year, and Gisin is already at graduation.

According to the regulations of the Ministry of Education, a tutor has a direct recommendation quota that allows newcomers who pass the trial to directly enter the tower to serve. Before Ulier came to Chloe, Mr. Osvid would probably give his best students a letter of recommendation to join the astronomical room.

Among the towers, the astronomical room is even more valued than the Affairs Department. The Ministry of Foreign Affairs is at most equal to the Affairs Department. After all, the latter is a government agency that manages the sky island, far less than the astronomical room astrologers and the Ministry of Foreign Affairs envoys. Of course, no one in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs has ever been willing to choose, just as the descendants of the nobles of the Kingdom are unwilling to wear armor to join the army. Some losers will be tempted by it, which means that the declining family must rely on obtaining the title of knight to maintain honor.

Uriel is Joey's apprentice, and there is almost only one way to go for the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. But Mr. Osvid seemed to have other plans, and Bai Zhizhe was hesitant. The most important thing is that the result was decided by myself. Bai Zhizhe respected my choice, but did not respect others. Uriel dared not speculate on Jising's mood, and even found a reason to turn it off.

"That's all" the wounded asked.

"What"

"What you are worried about now. The tendency of course focus, doubts about your ability, self-pity for trust and self-pity for being betrayed, anxiety and fear of not being recognized by someone. Let me count, look, it is not enough for one hand's finger."

Uriel realized that he had actually told the sheriff in front of him about his thoughts. "I heard that the palms of those who always lie will turn into sausages." The apprentice muttered, "If you can still remember my kindness to save your life, just pretend that you didn't hear anything."

"You don't have to worry. I don't even need to remember these little worries."

"To me, they are important." Ulier retorted.

"This is the reason. A person's breathing has no sense of existence in the flow of the atmosphere, but it is crucial to him."

Perhaps my troubles were not present in Wittke's eyes. With this idea, Uriel poured himself a glass of water. "I thought I could be a mysterious person in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. Both the garrison and the envoy were fine." He whispered, "I am not without talent in combat, but it is still far from Mr. Osvid's evaluation of my astrological lesson. I can feel the start of my opponent's magic in the battle, but this is far inferior to the accuracy of relying on the star map to reason about the past."

Wittke's eyebrows frowned and stretched. "I shouldn't have dragged you into trouble, but I still worked so hard. Maybe I lost confidence in myself."

"I haven't lost confidence."

"Then you don't have to worry about these things."

"Aren't you worried about being charged with murder?"

“So I’m working on it.”

Uriel looked at him, "Then do you have any results?"

"So far, no matter what happened at the wedding, I am the only one who knows the truth. The murderer is very cunning and has not revealed any signs."

"I don't understand what you said."

"Indeed, because you refuse to get involved."

"I just told you, uh, something you shouldn't have said. Now you seem to know me better." Ulier carefully considered his words. "I don't want to repay you with gratitude, but I just helped you out of the teachings of the goddess. I still have a resting place to allow you to inquire about my news and you only need to lie here and even do your own thing. This is really unreasonable."

"This is too unreasonable," said the wounded, "Then what can I do for you?"

"Tell me about you." He felt vaguely ashamed of his capriciousness. The wounded agreed with a smile, as if he had lost his memory of the previous rejection of the apprentice. He couldn't help but add, "But I haven't agreed to help you."

"Of course. My request does not have any legal obligations. Without a search warrant from the Security Bureau in your hands, you can refuse any request. I just think, child, you are a devout believer."

This guy thinks he is qualified to be my elder. Ulier estimates that he is about thirty years old, but it is not accurate. It is obvious from the other party's fierce face that age is a big problem, and the information on the document does not include this. However, in any case, he did not think that the security officer could express his opinions on his character and the recent situation of his studies of mysticism. A whole day passed, and the injured's mind could not return to normal. "Tell me quickly." He urged.

"Wait." Witke organized the language and finally decided to start from scratch. "The night before yesterday, I went to Hardy Manor with the priest Dunbar Fielding, the priest of Gaia Church, to meet with Hardy Manor for a wedding banquet. The grapes there were very famous, so the owner prepared red wine. But I hated its sourness, so I didn't drink it in one sip. Now it seems that this is destined."

"As soon as the guests sat down, Sir Hardy ordered the door to be closed. I followed Father Fielding to sit close to the groom, and I heard someone talking about gossip about the two women talking about the bride's lover. I had no prejudice against women, but if they were too many, it would be a complete disaster." Sheriff Witke sighed. "They exchanged baseless rumors in gloating tone and mentioned that the bride's lover was outside the door. I realized that the wedding party tonight might not be so simple, but I was not wary of it."

Obviously, our detective has no experience in telling stories and making reports, and the murder process is described in trivial and messy by him. Uriel pricked up his ears and removed the useless part of his words.

"After reading the marriage testimony, the groom picked up the bride and kissed the decoration on her forehead. At that time, the servants lit fireworks in the garden, which could be seen even in the Port of the Great Beam. The singer also drank wine, and he was singing to the end of the eternal oath when he suddenly fell asleep. But no one noticed the abnormality at that time."

"Eternal Oath" Urial asked casually. He felt that he had heard the name.

"The music of the church. It seems that you are not as pious as I thought."

I am the knight who was granted by Gaia. "Is it the way the goddess believers prove their piety is to go to church every day, you can say that it is diligence."

"That's not the point. Anyway, I hate the singer's inconspicuous words and I wish he could stop."

This is really strange. Uriel had an idea in his mind. He was unwilling to listen to music at a wedding, but could remember what the singer sang. It seemed that he often participated in similar activities.

The Eternal Vow is a solemn and solemn religious song that is often sung at the weddings of Gaia's believers. In contrast, the Nightingale Poems, which is a sorrow and joy.

"Then I stared at the poor Father Fielding. He drank a lot of wine, but more people toasted him. Especially Sir Hardy. In my opinion, the first condition for people to get a noble title is to exercise a good amount of alcohol. As a result, Fielding's belly held up the priest's robe. When he fell on the table, I thought he was drunk."

"Maybe this is the truth." The apprentice interjected. "Sedatives are not everywhere." He couldn't understand why Wittke was obsessed with sedatives. He was almost late for the second time this morning.

"I'm sure I'm right." Officer Wittke was determined. "After the priest fell, a cake waiter came to him and suddenly pulled out a knife to cut his throat. Blood spurted out. You don't know how scary the scene was, the bride closest to screamed suddenly. But as soon as she screamed, she fell to the ground and snored. I think no matter who it was, the excessive scaring would not be like falling asleep."

Uriel agreed with him and signaled him to continue.
Chapter completed!