The noise of the King's Hall suddenly became subtle as the iron gate closed. Two soldiers in leather armor carried a corpse with a cut throat and placed it on the ground, and were also sent down by Ed.

At this time, in this side hall, except Charles and Ed, only the wealthy businessman was standing here. He was constantly scanning the open space around him, and his expression seemed a little nervous.

"Are you scared?" Shael asked quietly with his robe sleeves.

"No, sir, I'm just excited, um, excited." The rich businessman said tremblingly, and then seemed to find that he was really abnormal, so he took a deep breath and calmed down.

Charles shook his head at this, then ignored the wealthy businessman with some kind of little secret, and turned to look at the clean and clean corpse of the young man under his feet - beautiful and pale, with a relatively thin body. He looked like he was "about the same size" as Charles.

In addition to the bloody opening of the flesh in his throat, he suddenly thought he was asleep.

After a few glances, he took out the pendant from his pocket, then squatted down, crossed the pendant in front of his eyes, and his lips began to open and close.

A low spell like a whisper rang out from this side hall, gloomy and trivial, and in an empty environment, it brought out echoes.

A ghostly voice appeared, and the wealthy businessman who had already recovered from calmness immediately shivered and stared at the figure squatting beside his son. He couldn't help but take a few steps back, his face turned pale and his legs were a little trembling.

However, his nervousness did not last long, because the spell lasted relatively short, and it only took a few breaths and quietly dissipated like the wind.

This process seemed a bit fast to the rich businessman, so that after the spell he was stunned, he didn't recover, but the words he heard in his ears made him subconsciously and woke him up instantly.

"Who killed you?" The young man with a hat lifted his cape squatted in front of the body and asked.

"I don't know him." A dull, emotionally volatile voice responded to him.

It seems a bit familiar...

"Where do you think? Remember?"

"Have a head of blonde hair, not tall..."

If there was no conversation between others, the rich businessman couldn't help but get closer. Then he took a closer look and found that the sound was actually coming out of his son's mouth!

This situation made him frightened all his fear and became very excited. Tears seemed to overflow again in his eyes. The fat businessman rushed forward, "Tig! Tiger? Is it you? Did you hear me? Dad is by your side, can you hear it? Can you..."

The anxious voice and unpredictable expression of joy made him look no different from his normal father, which made Charles a little confused. Could this be his son? Instead of the corpse he found casually?

"Who killed you? Who is so cruel? Tell my dad that he wants to cut off his head for you!" As Charles stood up and watched, the rich businessman with a big belly asked hurriedly with hatred.

"He has a blonde hair." The body repeated dullly.

“What about the others?”

"He's a little short."

“What about the others?”

"Others, others, other, nothing else, dad, I'm so cold..."

"I'm so cold, dad, why are I so cold? Am I not wearing clothes?"

"Not dressed?"

“Not worn?”

The corpse kept murmuring this sentence. In conjunction with its pupils that had been opened, the joy on the rich businessman's face suddenly turned dull, and his smile slowly converged. He hurriedly looked at Charles standing aside.

"Sir Wizard, Lord Wizard, please save him, save him, I am just such a son, please!"

"Feel sorry."

Charles looked at the stiff-bodied "people" lying on the ground with pity, shook his head and said, "How many minutes can I have? If you have anything to say as soon as possible."

As he said that, he gestured to Ed and stepped to a distance.

"If he would say something, he would need your help." Seeing Ed follow, Charle said in time.

Ed nodded, and after looking at the wealthy businessman who was "hugging and crying" with his son, he sighed: "Talking with the dead... This means that all the secrets in the world cannot escape your ears. If I had met you a long time ago, I would not have fallen to what I am now."

"What do you look like? Are you not very good now?"

"Okay? Jorie, Weir, Haihua, everyone was killed by Lannister, if it weren't for me..." As he said that, he shook his head, as if he was very guilty of these things.

Seeing his face gloomy, Charles patted his arm comfortably, and then changed the subject: "You send me some people later, I'm going to go out?"

"Going out? It's not a good choice to go out of the city now, especially if you may be targeted at the moment."

"It's just right to go out now. If it's really what we think, the person behind me will definitely think that I'm busy with this and caught off guard. Who would have thought that I would suddenly leave here?"

"Red Fort is not a strict place. If the enemy is well-informed, I don't think your move will work." Ed suggested: "I think you should wait until I figure it out."

"How long will it take for you to figure it out?"

"This...I try to get early."

Upon hearing this, Charles shook his head, "Well, I don't even dare to go out of the door? I'm not scared of a few rats."

Ed opened his mouth and was about to say something else when the wealthy businessman suddenly lost the sound. He turned to look and found that the person was standing up at the moment with his sleeves rubbing the corners of his eyes, while the body on the ground with his eyelids being lifted closed his eyes at this time.

"Have the murderer asked?" he asked.

"This..." The rich businessman looked a little embarrassed when he heard this, "No, I just have to say anything else. Sorry, Prime Minister."

"Okay," Ed glanced at the dead body behind him that was completely silent, and said seriously: "I will send someone to focus on this matter, but don't hold too much hope."

"Of course." The rich businessman nodded his head hurriedly, and there was no such thing as he was when he first came. Then he saw him gritting his teeth and turning to look at Charles, "Sir Wizard, please forgive me for some of my rude thoughts just now. In fact, I was completely instigated by someone to come here this time!"

"Who?" Shire was not surprised by this.

"Kanso," said the wealthy businessman: "The two adults may be unfamiliar with this name, but you must know who his master is."

"Who?" asked Ed this time.

"Petir Berrysch."

"Little Finger?" Ed was stunned when he heard this: "He has run away, how could he still make trouble in Junlin? Besides, what's the reason?"

"I don't know." The rich businessman shook his head, "but Kanso is indeed Xiao Finger's subordinate. He said that as long as I take my son to find Lord Wizard, his family will transfer the shops on the north side of Steel Street to me."

"You're quite sensible?"

"You are a stranger who descends to earth, and only a fool will be an enemy of you." Fu Shang said contemptuously: "They are destined to have no good ending, and I am very sure of this."

As he said that, he glanced at Charles carefully again and lowered his head respectfully, "Sir Wizard, thank you for your help to me and my son today. If necessary, I will always wait for your order."
Chapter completed!