Chapter 71: Meeting Up

Seeing the commander's gaze shoot over like a hawk, she instantly shut her mouth.

But this was completely different from the time in the script. Why was it advanced? What change had happened in Weibens that required starting the war early?

Charlie maintained his bowing posture, his head lowered.

His knuckles were turning blue-white from the force, and he was trembling uncontrollably. To outsiders, this young knight was just slightly tense because of the abrupt military order.

But everyone understood that going to the battlefield meant the possibility of death.

Those impassioned lines about chivalry and the sword-holding postures practiced countless times instantly faded into pale and ridiculous greasepaint in the face of the six words "rush to the frontline immediately."

His Adam's apple bobbed; he was so nervous that he had forgotten the clues and tasks.

Lord Lawrence swept a glance at Tiffany's attire and, without waiting for an answer, waved his hand at the two guards standing silently like shadows behind him.

"Herbalist, right? Come along."

His gaze returned to Charlie, already an unquestionable order.

"Knight Charlie, your horses and equipment are already prepared at the camp. Now, immediately, set off with my men."

The two guards invited the two onto the carriage. Charlie looked back at Adrian and barely moved the corners of his mouth to say a few words with lip-reading.

As soon as possible.

The rhythm of the plan was completely disrupted. What might be more advanced than the news of the murderer was the arrival of the war.

Adrian gritted his teeth and refreshed his understanding of this terrible Infinite World once again.

He originally thought the whole game was a large-scale live-action script murder, but it was too real; everything was too real, and the development brought by the passage of time was unknown.

Just like their original world, everything that happened had countless possibilities.

Adrian quickly organized his thoughts, letting Bruce and Taylor stay in the city with the high-level players, while he and Adele went to Mofangdu to find Evelyn.

The city gates would be sealed in one hour; there wasn't much time left for them.

He turned and walked in the opposite direction from Charlie and the others, taking Adele with him onto the carriage.

Nightfall was rushing in from the eastern sea level, accompanied by overcast clouds and the sound of wind.

Horse hooves trampled the mud, and a rainstorm was gradually descending. Before the next life-threatening bell rang, they had to meet up.

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At this time, on the other side, a slender girl's figure was walking in a hurry, the messy and wanton wind blowing up her cloud-like lace skirt.

Su Mian couldn't help but lift it with her hand. Sparse raindrops dripped down, brushing past her petite cheeks.

"Sorry, Miss, the town is completely sealed. You cannot go out."

The soldier reached out to stop her. Su Mian looked at the tightly closed town gate and frowned, her chest heaving from running.

She looked at the sky, raindrops hitting her eyes. She lifted her skirt and turned back, but heard a familiar voice.

"Evelyn!"

Su Mian turned back quickly and saw two familiar people jump off the carriage through the iron gate.

It was Adele and Adrian. Both of them had arrived dusty and tired, looking at her with extra worry in their eyes.

"Are you okay?"

Su Mian shook her head and spoke straight to the point.

"Sera is the murderer."

The two looked at each other, seeing shock in each other's eyes. Adele was stunned.

"Wait, wait, isn't Sera dead?"

"I know! Evelyn, is she faking her death?"

Adrian grabbed the railing excitedly.

Su Mian nodded, but there was no joy in her eyes.

"I'm just afraid that war will come faster than the voting time."

As soon as these words came out, the hands of the two holding the railing also stiffened. Su Mian knocked on the iron gate to signal the two to come back to their senses.

"Wait... how are you sure Sera faked her death?" Adrian suddenly thought of this question.

"I dug up her grave."

?

......?????

Adrian's eyeballs almost fell to the ground. Heavens, how could she say this sentence with a straight face? Adele's expression was also indescribable, but she still gave a thumbs up in admiration.

"Amazing, amazing..."

"It was just a mound of dirt; there was no body at all."

She replied calmly, calmly conveying all the information she had discovered in the past two days to the two.

"I went back to the town's nunnery the next day. I originally wanted to go in and look for clues, but I accidentally discovered Cecily's diary, which was placed on Miss Anna's nightstand."

As she spoke, she handed a kraft paper booklet to the two. Adele hurriedly opened the first page.

The day before Candlemas

Talen Lord Castle, Cellar Candle Room

I saw my father mixing the clothes of refugees infected with the plague of rotten fever into the grain sent to Weibens. He said to me in the candlelight: "I have found a way to win."

The smell of scorched parchment in the fireplace reminded me of the border villagers who died of illness last year.

Their fingernails were black, and they talked nonsense when they had high fevers, just like the news coming from Weibens now.

Last night I slipped into my father's study and used his finger to press a seal on a blank piece of parchment.

This morning, urgent news came from the border: the plague broke out in three ports of Weibens, and their Paladin Order had lost more than half of its personnel.

The old priest said at dinner: "This is God's punishment."

The knife my father was using to cut meat stopped in mid-air.

I know it's not God.

Third week of the Sowing Month

Weibens Holy Capital "White Dove Port"

I've been mixed in with the pilgrims for half a year.

The funeral bells here ring seven times a day. I help with bandaging at the relief house. Those ulcerated skins and coughing symptoms are exactly the same as the villagers on the Talen border.

Last night, Weibens Bishop Cain asked me if I was willing to take over for the Saintess who had died of illness.

Soon it will be that purification rite. I will definitely prove to the citizens of Weibens that the plague has nothing to do with evil spirits, and I will also... hand over the forged truce agreement to the council here.

My father actually sent a manservant and a maid to my side. He found out... will he stop me?

Eve of the Purification Rite

By the Mill River.

So... the Bishop had long seen that I was not from Weibens.

But no matter what, I must hold on for this period of time. Easter is coming, and I don't want to experience war again.

I begged him to give me more time. He didn't answer, just asked me, if I left, had I ever thought about who could inherit my position.

The following pages were deleted. Adele flipped back, and the last page recorded short words.

Hǫfuðsfriðrvexísannleiksjörð.

(True peace grows in the soil of honesty.)

"So... Cecily came to Weibens to hand the truce agreement to the council. As long as the council signs the agreement, Talen cannot launch a war no matter what."

Su Mian nodded, "Yes, I have been wondering why this diary was in Anna's hands, and the only person who had contact with both Anna and Cecily was Sera."

Su Mian sensed something wrong that day, immediately turned back to the Raven Rest Garden, borrowed a piece of iron from the gravedigger, and decisively dug up Sera's grave. ===== CHAPTER 72 =====