Author: Han Luo

The windows on the south side of the hall are clean and bright and are the source of all light.

There is a colored window in the middle, dark blue, dark red, small and dim.

The tied up little Henry looked ashen, and he pressed his tongue against the rag in his mouth.

After finally spitting out a corner, the man next to me stuffed it back in and gave him a heavy kick.

Little Henry and Sheriff Henry are not the same person.

Compared with the leader who tends to be in favor of others, this man's scheming is as young as his age.

Little Henry couldn't scream in pain, and his desperate eyes made several female relatives nearby feel unbearable.

The thug was unkind: "Excuse me, madam, this is the baron's order."

The leader of the thugs stood next to the young man, with a vicious look in his eyes as if he was not looking at a person, but an animal.

"Where exactly is the Baron?"

A nobleman who had not yet taken off his hat said: "Yes, he said that the murderer of the secretary-general was caught. Isn't it the child tied with a rope?"

Faced with the doubts of the nobles, the thug did not dare to raise his voice and quickly lowered his head.

"We received information that the bad guy caught was this young man."

"I don't know exactly what happened, because I was only following my master's orders, but with the Baron's wisdom, there must be a reason why he sent us to capture this person."

The noble nodded, and the others waited more patiently.

Ivan was hiding behind the crowd, and several ladies wearing horn headdresses stood in front of him.

There were not as many people in the hall as there were at the last welcome party, so he could still observe everything he wanted to know through the gaps in the crowd.

"Is the murderer behind the scenes ready to manipulate everyone's emotions and plan more benefits for himself?"

"You're so greedy. You actually want to use Mazarin's coma to put money in your own face."

Ivan sneered a few times.

He wanted to see what kind of medicine the self-righteous baron was selling in his gourd.

So he tried his best to hide his figure and turned his face sideways so that people who knew him well could not immediately recognize that he was the doctor who had treated the secretary-general.

Madame Charlotte came forward, holding the Marquis of Condorcet on the arm.

Her hair was tied up high, the agate on the side of the golden headband sparkled, and the gray hair was hidden under the translucent gauze.

"Roman Rose" wrote: "If a lady sees her beautiful golden hair falling out, she should take the dead woman's hair, or pad it with light-colored silk and stuff it into a wig."

Mrs. Charlotte's hair was not originally golden, but she was good at covering up her flaws with headdresses. Coupled with her irrefutable self-confidence, no one would notice what was hidden in the beautifully braided bun.

secret.

The men all looked at the Marquis of Condorcet with envy.

The Marquis' face was rosy. He was a little embarrassed, but he still pretended as if nothing had happened: "Who just said that the murderer of Lord Mazarin was discovered? Where is that person? Where is the person who said this?"

The mayor arrived late, and his secretary put away his coat for him.

When the nobles next to him saw it, they gave way to the fat official.

Ivan hid in the crowd and saw the mayor walking in front of him.

Baron Robespierre finally appeared. He stood in front of the statue of the Virgin and bowed proudly to everyone.

"I'm very sorry to bother you all on this pleasant morning, but there are more important things in this world than personal happiness, such as delivering justice to an innocent victim."

His fingers held a conspiratorial air, and his eyes revealed a viper-like gaze.

No one could identify the weirdness in it, and everyone was attracted by his exaggerated tone.

People began to whisper, and anyone who was even remotely interested in power would know that Baron Robespierre was talking about the accidental poisoning of the Secretary-General.

This matter has not spread to other cities.

Now is a good time to put the lid on the coffin.

The mayor wiped his sweat and asked subconsciously: "Is it possible that you have found clues? This is really great."

"No, sir."

Baron Robespierre pretended to be sad, his tears were muddy and dirty: "I have to point out one thing. The murderer you want has been caught, and he is the guy next to me."

He suddenly grabbed the young man's rope, and said viciously to the young man's whining cries: "Why do you want to kill Mazarin, you bastard, your vicious behavior is simply killing the Holy Lord's influence on the world.

mercy."

"After a while, I will ask the sheriff to arrest you, and then find a good day to hang you."

Hundreds of years ago, ordinary people were not eligible to go to the gallows, because in a legal sense, these farmers and workers were not regarded as independent persons.

If they angered the nobles, they would either be beheaded by the executioner or beaten to death by the servants.

A murderer can now be hanged.

I have to say that this is progress in democracy.

Everyone believed what Baron Robespierre said, and the ladies no longer had sympathy for this "murderer". Instead, they were curious about how the baron caught such a fierce gangster.

"It's very simple."

He clapped his hands: "When I saw poor Mazarin lying on the bed with purple lips, I immediately realized that he must have been poisoned. That night, I sent people to constantly look for clues, and very

It awkwardly restricts your freedom."

The nobles recalled the unpleasant scenes of that day.

It was getting late, but everyone had to stand in the hall to register their names.

They had complained at first, but now they generously forgave this devotee who had difficulties.

"The painstaking inspection finally brought results. Last night, I discovered a strange servant."

"He originally thought that I would ignore his suspicions, but in fact I had already noticed him."

"Next, I had a very dangerous fight with this man. He was almost about to get the weapon. Fortunately, the servant stopped him. In the end, we won and found two items from his body."

Some people couldn't help but ask: "What is it?"

Baron Robespierre nodded to the thug, and the tall thug took out the evidence from his arms and put it on the tray, while the servant displayed the two murderous objects in front of the nobles.

Ivan raised his head slightly, and what he saw was: a wooden bottle that was not even painted, and the other was a torn and damaged letter.

The baron told everyone that the wooden bottle contained canteret, which was an extremely poisonous ointment. Legend has it that a cunning bandit used this poison to murder the emperor of Rome, and there was no antidote.

"This guy is lying."

Ivan said secretly that it was true that Cantrera was a dangerous substance, but it was not completely unknown to anyone.

At least many of the stories fabricated by the bards are related to Cantrera.

In addition, Cantrera did kill important figures in Rome, but its formula has long been lost.

If future generations want to reproduce this magical potion, they will have to make inferior versions.

Lord Mazarin did not die immediately, thanks to the weaker toxicity of the replica poison.

Ivan guessed that the bottle contained an inferior version of poison, and there was no need for the other party to lie about such a trivial matter.

However, he had seen relevant descriptions in the books collected by old doctor Crake.

In other words, anyone who has read that medical book can make Cantrera.

In an instant, old doctor Craik.

The names of the three apprentices.

It flashed in Ivan's mind, will they be involved?

The second exhibit is a letter.

Baron Robespierre showed it to everyone with a serious expression, and Ivan thought that there was something extraordinary fabricated in it.

As a result, when the mayor's secretary began to read aloud, he suddenly showed disdain and even sneered softly.
Chapter completed!