novelraw Chapter 34: These 8 corpses are suspected to be related to the witch.
Chapter 34: These 8 corpses are suspected to be related to the witch.
The palace was quiet at night, with only the sound of guards' armor rubbing together as they patrolled.
Many rooms had already been darkened and were now shrouded in darkness.
Only the king's study remained brightly lit.
"Your Majesty, this concludes what Rhys has said, along with his final request."
Bote knelt on one knee, his head slightly lowered, sweat dripping from his forehead onto the luxurious carpet.
Not long ago, he entered the palace alone and reported everything that had happened that day to the king.
Today is the last day of the three days the king gave him, but he still hasn't found the crown.
This filled him with panic, yet he had no choice but to enter the palace late at night to report the intelligence.
He should have been accepting the king's reward with a smile on his face.
When he instructed Jessica to take people to 001 Beller Lane to find the palace, he was already cheering for his life.
Unexpectedly, Jessica's return brought him not good news, but bad news that could take his life.
To be honest, he was scared at that moment, afraid that his life would be taken by the king.
But when Jessica reported on the eight corpses, he immediately realized there was a glimmer of hope.
After explaining things at the base, he rushed over without daring to linger for even a moment.
However, even with these eight bodies, the fact remains that the crown has not been found.
The king could still use this as a pretext to take his life.
Coming might mean death, not coming will definitely mean death.
That's why he chose to endure immense pressure and come to the palace late at night, gambling on that sliver of hope.
However, after he finished reporting the intelligence, the king kept his head down and was busy with his own affairs.
He remained silent and made no expression in response to Bote's report.
After he finished his report, the room was filled with a tense atmosphere.
At least for Bot, the atmosphere was very oppressive.
Even so, he still dared not speak, for fear of disturbing the king and being killed in his anger.
Now, he could only grit his teeth, bear this unbearable pressure, and wait for the king's response.
As time passed, Bote's inner shirt gradually became soaked with sweat, and he became restless.
He would occasionally raise his head and look at the king with hopeful eyes.
But seeing that the king still didn't seem to care about him, he hurriedly lowered his head, and his hope diminished a little.
Fear and anxiety are the most apt descriptions of Bote's current feelings.
"Have you investigated those eight bodies thoroughly?"
Just when he thought he was going to die that night, the king's indifferent voice came at the opportune moment.
Bote suddenly looked up, his excitement evident in his eyes.
However, he quickly composed himself to avoid making a fool of himself and ruining the king's remaining patience.
"Your Majesty, our investigation suggests it may be related to a witch."
The word "witch" struck the king like a thunderbolt, causing him to suddenly look up from his bowed head.
His gaze was sharp as a knife, fixed on Bot as if issuing a stern warning.
"You know the consequences of saying such things."
His voice was deep, and the king's majesty erupted at that moment, making it hard for Bot to breathe.
Fortunately, Bote had a strong enough mentality to manage to organize his thoughts in the intensely oppressive atmosphere.
"They are not witches, but they have a close relationship with witches; they have magical energy fluctuations."
He succinctly revealed all the important information he knew.
There's no other way; if we choose to keep things mysterious at this point, the consequences will be dire.
He values his life above all else; he wouldn't do something so foolish.
The king did not speak, nor did he continue with his work.
He held a pen in his right hand, his head slightly lowered, his eyes fixed on the paper on the table, as if he were deep in thought.
The matter of the witch could be a big deal or a small deal for him.
On a larger scale, the witch community is like a ticking time bomb, ready to explode at any moment.
They are born with the ability to communicate with magic and can use special abilities without relying on magical tools.
They call these abilities magic, which is not only powerful but also has many wonderful uses.
In the beginning, calamity was their exclusive synonym.
Fortunately, in the last thirty years, witches have gradually faded from people's sight and have been gradually forgotten by the world.
But now, his subordinates are reporting that they have found traces of a witch.
How could this not be shocking?
After a brief moment of thought, the king slowly raised his eyes and looked down at Bot, who was kneeling on one knee.
"I'll give you another week regarding the crown, but in return, you must thoroughly investigate the origins of these eight corpses."
Compared to the baptism ceremony, he felt that the witch's matter was more important.
If the witch were to reappear in people's sight, who knows what kind of storm she would stir up.
While the destructive power of calamity is comparable to that of a witch, it is relatively easier to control.
Their abilities are relatively limited, and they can generally cope by using magical tools.
But witches are different; the mysteries of magic remain unsolved by the church to this day.
Therefore, this is why he was willing to forgive Bot for regaining the crown.
Upon hearing that the timeframe had been extended to a week, Bote looked up abruptly, his eyes brimming with excitement.
But fearing that his excitement might be misunderstood by the king and displease him, he quickly lowered his head again.
He then bowed respectfully and began to make his promise with the most solemn words he had ever spoken.
"Yes, Your Majesty. I will investigate thoroughly the origins of both the crown and the eight corpses."
He paused slightly at this point, and his originally serious tone became hesitant again.
"However, Your Majesty, I have one more request..."
Upon hearing this, the king raised his head again, frowning and staring intently at Bot.
That look seemed to say, "If your request is unreasonable, I will surely take your life."
"What request?"
The king's voice was deep and heavy, and his words conveyed the oppressive power of a ruler.
Bote quickly lowered his head and tremblingly voiced his request.
"First, one team is a bit short-handed; I need help from the second and third teams."
The Royal Scouts consist of five teams, each specializing in a different area.
Bote's team is a group responsible for investigating cases and arresting criminals.
Of course, they were also in charge of the interrogation process.
The duties of the second and third teams are intelligence gathering and assassination, respectively.
With the help of these two teams, there will be no more shortcomings in terms of intelligence or combat power.
Finding the crown and investigating the origin of the body will be much easier.
However, neither of the team captains are easy to get along with.
At least, Bot's relationship with them wasn't good, but it wasn't bad either.
It was probably just a nod or a brief greeting.
To enlist their help, it is absolutely impossible without the king's decree.
That's why he made his request to the king.
The king stared at Bot for a long while before lowering his head and writing on the paper.
"This is a call to action. You will command three teams. I'm giving you only one month to investigate the bodies."
After saying this, the king stopped talking, casually pushed the paper to the corner of the table, and continued with his work.
Upon seeing this, Bote quickly stood up, took the warrant, and hurriedly took his leave.
But just as his hand touched the doorknob, the king's voice drifted from behind him.
"Wait a minute."