Chapter 88

"Sir, what is the relationship between him and the Crown Prince?"

Although Delof tried his best to hide his inner shock, the nervous tone of his voice betrayed his true emotions.

"So far, there isn't any." Roslin glanced at him intentionally and said, "However, haven't you noticed anything interesting?"

Hearing Roslin's words, Delof calmed his mind and began to ponder what Roslin had just said. After a while, he raised his head and said seriously, "Sir, may I ask, is the massacre at the Royal Central Academy related to the Crown Prince?"

Having fallen into such a situation, he had nothing to hide about his thoughts.

"Yes."

Roslin's straightforward answer instantly shattered Delof's侥幸. Even though he was prepared, his body still trembled uncontrollably after the confirmation from Roslin.

For a moment, the room fell into a brief silence.

Roslin picked up the dark gray hat beside him, played with the brim casually on his lap, and looked at the other person with an amused expression.

In his heart, Delof was just a minor character, but even a minor character could be useful if he could provide the right help.

And toying with a minor character was an amusing thing to him, like how noblewomen enjoyed playing with the kittens in their arms.

"Sir Roslin, does this mean that the clue to Ambefin's murder has shifted back to the Crown Prince?" After a long silence, Delof spoke in a low voice.

Seeing the other person return to his normal self, Roslin felt a bit bored and said, "Perhaps, but it's uncertain."

Faced with Roslin's ambiguous answer, Delof frowned deeply and began to pace back and forth, saying, "It seems that he might have successfully connected with the Crown Prince through the aide he saved before the massacre at the academy. After he returned alive, the Crown Prince found him. I think something must have happened that caught the Crown Prince's attention... Ambefin's death may have some suspicious points, but we can't conclude the culprit just because of their relationship..."

Stopping his pacing, Delof looked at Roslin with a serious expression and said, "Sir, I need to know more about the inside story of the academy massacre!"

Roslin stood up, put on the dark gray hat in his hand, and smiled, "I'm sorry, but there are some things you can't know."

"Then, what is the purpose of your visit today, Sir?"

After deducing his inner guesses and judgments, but being completely ignored by the other party, Delof felt a sense of being toyed with and couldn't help feeling indignant.

"This visit is just to remind you not to forget to investigate Ambefin's murder, and to pay more attention to the young man I mentioned."

Walking to the door, Roslin turned back and smiled, as if the other person's anger didn't bother him at all.

"Oh, by the way, don't forget what I said before. If you want to investigate your assistant's death, I suggest you go to Andien in the Gertdan District."

The dull sound of the door closing echoed, and Delof remained standing there like a statue.

So, that's why he came...

...

"Roslin, do you really not need me to kill that little bug?"

In a spacious and dim room, Roslin lay leisurely on a soft and comfortable sofa, but a sudden voice disturbed his brief peace.

Roslin kept his eyes closed, indifferent to the owner of the voice, and said lazily, "Why should I kill him?"

"Because he might be the one who killed Ambefin." The voice snorted, as if finding a suitable reason.

Roslin couldn't help but laugh mockingly, "Don't think I don't know what you're thinking. As long as Ambefin's death remains unresolved, you will always bear the suspicion... Even if you kill him, do you think others will accept your reasoning? Tsk tsk, the best way to clear your name is to wait for the investigation results..."

"Hmph—Roslin! You don't have the right to boss me around. Don't think that just because the High Priest supports you, you can give orders and act as you please!" The voice said darkly.

"Is that so? I know you've always been dissatisfied with my current position, but have you ever thought about why the High Priest chose me as the leader of this mission instead of you, who was born and raised in this kingdom?"

Roslin opened his eyes, but his gaze was unfocused.

His words seemed to be directed at the air, but he knew the owner of the voice was in the room.

"Isn't it because you're the High Priest's beloved disciple?" The voice mocked without hesitation.

Roslin shook his head, finding it amusing, and said, "I never doubt your abilities, but your arrogant and conceited character is your greatest flaw! The High Priest's meticulously planned scheme for years cannot tolerate any mistakes. If he entrusted this crucial mission to you, do you think the High Priest would be at ease?"

The voice let out a disdainful snort and fell silent, perhaps realizing that Roslin's words had hit a nerve.

"This mission at the academy may not have been perfect, but it has largely achieved our goals. What we need to focus on most in the coming days is coordinating all the hidden pieces, and being ready for the final moment!" Roslin sat up, his tone serious and earnest, "I don't want any mistakes to lead to failure at the last moment! So—"

"So what? Are you worried I'll ruin your plan, so you want me to obediently follow your orders?" The voice rudely interrupted Roslin.

"Enough!" Roslin shouted angrily, "Alek! If this mission fails, you won't have a good outcome either! If you continue like this, I don't mind having the High Priest send you back to your old place to retire!"

"Ha ha—" The voice laughed harshly, "Roslin! Let's see what you can do! Don't come to me for help during my vacation... Of course, if you come to beg me, I might be kind enough to agree, ha ha—"

The laughter echoed in the spacious room, and Roslin's face darkened, but he didn't speak because the person in the room had already left.

Fingering the ordinary gray-white ring on his finger, Roslin calmed his uneven breathing, taking a deep breath and exhaling...

Alek's verbal provocations were not new, and if it weren't for his reliance on him in some aspects, he wouldn't have to continue enduring it!

But for now, he could only endure... endure until the day he was no longer useful, and then kill him!

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