Chapter 410
“Master Dean we have investigated and found the identity of the assassin.” Deacon Ross looked at the teenager who was sitting on the sofa. He was polite towards a senior architect of the Temple so he was much more careful with his attitude in front of a master. Moreover Dudian had an unlimited potential as a master.
Dudian nodded slightly. He was aware of deacon Ross’s body language so he smiled and said: “Deacon please tell .”
Ross replied: “Master, the na of the assassin is Ron Cohen. He was born as a civilian and was fancied by a knight from the Knight’s Hall at the age of 13. He was taken as a student and by the age of 28 he passed the Golden Knight assessnt and beca a gold knight!”
“Ron declined the invitation from many families and request to join l family out of his own initiative. He served as the commander of the l family knights… until today.” Ross looked up at Dudian. He was aware of the conflict between Dudian and l family. It was easy to find about that conflict.
Dudian’s face sank as he heard this: “Deacon Ross do you an that l family sent a knight to assassinate ?”
Ross wryly smiled: “Master, this is only the results of a preliminary investigation. We haven’t figured out whether the knight was ordered by the master of the l family or had co on his own…” He was interrupted by Dudian.
“Do you an that a knight would take a risk to assassinate master without instructions?”
“Did you find out anything about that?” Dudian stared at the deacon: “Deacon, how long will it take to you to reach a conclusion?”
Ross felt the anger in Dudian’s tone. He knew that he couldn’t offend him: ” Master rest assured that we will investigate everything. Right now mbers of our team have gone to talk with l family. We will give you an explanation after the full investigation!”
Dudian nodded slightly but didn’t say anything.
“Investigation?” A voice echoed from outside the hall.
Dudian and Ross turned over to see a middle-aged man wearing a silver armor stroding towards them. The man politely said to Dudian: “I am ‘guardian’ Redmayne from the Holy Church. I’ve taken the libery to make a visit. Forgive master.”
There was a trace of smile on Dudian’s face: “Hello sorry that I didn’t greet you by the door.”
“Master you are too polite.” Redmayne continued: “We were ordered to investigate this assassination attempt together with the magistrate. Hopefully you will get a satisfactory answer. The ones who dare to attack a master most probably have relations with the dark cult! So I will send soone to personally investigate the l family. Master, please be a bit patient!”
Dudian nodded: “Thank you.”
Deacon Ross sighed. He knew that the l family was really finished. Anyone who tries to kill a master of the Temple will be identified by the Holy Church as a mber of dark church and engraved as a cult mber! This was soone that l family couldn’t afford to carry in such a situation.
“Nice to et you deacon Ross.” Redmayne smiled and moved forward to shake Ross’s hand.
Ross reached out his hand but didn’t reply.
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“What did you say ?!” Sarah was shocked as she heard what her brother l said: “We will be investigated as mber of the cult!?”
lk sighed as she looked at the girl who was full of sadness: “I have been a knight of light for long ti. There will be strict investigation if a high level mber of the Holy Church is targeted as part of assassination. There is an agreent between Holy Church and magistrate regarding such a situation. A ‘guardian’ will be involved and the incident will be changed to a ‘cult’ case.”
“They will investigate everything thoroughly. There is no escape unless we are as clean as an angel and never had contact with the dark church!
Everyone’s face turned ugly as they heard lk’s words.
l family was one of the largest families in the comrcial district. They had large number of industries under their command and had to deal with people from all levels of the society. Naturally they couldn’t avoid alchemists from the dark church. It was an unwritten rule that all the nobles one way or the other were involved with the alchemists from the dark church. No noble family could stay clear from such a claim.
If such an investigation occurred then they will be able to find out many things that had been covered up.
Sarah bit her lips: “We must not let a ‘guardian’ to get involved with the investigation. Then they will certainly find out that our family had contact with dark church. We even have business cooperation with them. The charges will be too heavy if things go out of hand. Not only our assets will be seized but we may not be able to keep our noble status.”
Everyone looked at each other.
They knew this but who could stop a ‘guardian’?
At the sa ti Mark slowly walked down the stairs. He stood and looked around the crowd. He slowly said: “There is no way to stop this hurdle. Soone has to step out and bear the guilt for the sake of the family when the ‘guardian’ cos over. I will be that person! I will say that this assassination attempt was purely because of comrcial competition! The best you can do right now is to imdiately sell as much as property as you can. Transfer as much as funds as you can out of family balance!”
Sarah stared at her father as tears flowed down over her cheeks. She regretted that she hadn’t killed the teenager early on.
Regret! Pain!
She had never regretted anything but this! Unfortunately there was no way to reverse the ti!
A cough echoed from behind Mark.
Mark turned around to see his father George coming down the stairs as the butler helped him out.
Half a day had gone past but the George wasn’t the sa man as yesterday. Everyone was shocked to see his body. At the mont he looked like a real old man. His spine was bent and wrinkles had covered his face. George was dressed in a fluff coat but he looked thiner than usual.
“Father!” Mark approached his father.
George sighed and stretched his hand to patt his shoulder: “Child don’t forget what I had taught you! When the enemy hits you with a fist then you should get to his back to attack with a sword… The future of the family will be in your hands.”
Mark’s face changed: “Father it was the result of my negligence. I made the wrong judgent…you can’t… ”
“I am old.” George looked at him then at the young mbers of the family. He smiled: “Old n should die. Stuff like this can’t kill anyway! You are my good boy! Work harder in the future.”
mbers of the family cried as George spoke.
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