Mysterious Power

After checking every dead body on the ground, Urter slowly walked back to Anfey. "Master, the wounds on each body were the same. They must have been killed by the same person. Hmm…Marquis Djoser!" Urter turned to look at Marquis Djoser. "If you do not have anything urgent, I would like you to go to the police station with me. I know you are not in the best mood right now and probably need to get some rest. I hope you can understand this is our procedure. I need to keep records."

Marquis Djoser lowered his head and went quietly. Without knowing how long had passed, he lifted up his head again. He did not look as sullen as before. He even had an apologetic smile on his face. "Master Anfey, I am so sorry. I am getting old and my eyes are not as good as they used to be. Yesterday when that assassin came in, he knocked out the only candlestick in the study. I… I will ask punishment from the king myself. It was my fault for this whole misunderstanding."