Chapter 1192

The guards made a detailed investigation of the parade float and the onlookers. Although they felt that it might be in vain, with such a tiny hope, the police were willing to try hard.

The result is nothing.

Illusionists are quite tricky mages. Compared with mages who adventure in the wild, illusionists can play an amazing fighting and destructive power in the city.

Especially when this illusionist still has the speed and physical ability no less than that of thieves of the same level, it is really difficult to catch each other alive.

After this battle, an Yizhi completely rejected the idea of catching each other alive. The fighting mode of this goods is a bit like a weakened version of thunder. Although it is not as good as the man who doesn't pretend to force the death star, it is undoubtedly very difficult.

I'm sure I've played, and it won't take much time, but people don't fight you at all. If they turn around and run, no one can do anything.

In the complex environment of the city, the Dragon Wing of an Yizhi can't play a good effect. In addition, the distance of Ruizhe stone plate to break the illusion is not far enough. Once the flying high people use a invisibility + higher illusion, you'll wait to catch the blind.

What's more disgusting is that these two spells are not too advanced. The grade is only level D.

Although the arrest failed, it is not without good news.

The other party is likely to run through the sewer, and the guards made it clear that the manhole cover of the sewer cannot be opened on the inside, the tenon is quite solid, and there is a magic alarm. If you try to open it from the inside, you will be sprayed with special marking paint, which can be tracked by special magic.

In addition, the construction of the walls constituting the sewer has considered the problem that someone may use spells to pass through. It has been specially transformed on a large scale. Spells such as sol stone walking can never pass, and even low-grade transmission spells can not be used.

It is said that in the history of the Empire, there have been examples of federal death squads using the sewer to break into the imperial capital and intend to assassinate the Imperial Emperor to reverse the war situation.

Therefore, as long as the guard guards guard the sewer outlet outside the city, the serial killer is a turtle in a jar. There is no place to run except hiding in the sewer.

But the problem is that the sewers in the imperial capital are too complicated.

Kara said that the imperial capital was originally a super large city. Later, after the founding of the Empire, it was renovated twice. The following routes are not only complex, but also as many as three floors.

Simply put, once Ann points it down, she won't plan to come up in her life.

"We need a circuit diagram of the sewer, or we can't hunt it down at all."

"But the road map is only available to the urban construction department, and it is confidential. Even our guard has no right to access it."

Carla studied with a guard leader what to do. Because the road map rose to the level of national security, not to mention the guard, even the Duke of Westford himself was here, he couldn't transfer it directly.

With a sigh, Carla said:

"It's so big that there's no way to hide it. Ask your boss to write a report and submit it to your majesty. The follow-up arrest needs your Majesty's support and permission."

"This..."

The official hesitated and finally nodded.

As Carla said, there's no way to hide it.

Originally, the guard planned to settle the matter before it came to the emperor's ears. In this way, it would not only take credit alone, but also make the emperor feel that they are very good at doing things. After all, this period coincides with the Midsummer Festival and the whole country celebrates.

And now I can't hide it anyway, not to mention the route map to the sewer needs the permission of his majesty.

An Yizhi looked at the sewer entrance that can only accommodate one person and said:

"Even if there is a road map, it is not enough. We have too few hands. If the other party is determined to play hide and seek in it, the guards who rashly go down will deliver food to him."

"How many people can you transfer to continue this case?"

Carla asked the officer who kept the guard.

"At present, these people are temporarily transferred from the patrol. If they go in and search, the guard can only send 50 or less people at most."

The timing is so unfortunate. The guard force is already insufficient. Coupled with the influx of a large number of tourists into the imperial capital on Midsummer Festival, many of the city defense forces have been pulled to become urban management. At this time, they also encounter cases that need a large number of people to arrest people. It's painful to think about it.

On the scale of the imperial sewer, if you want to roughly search a team of at least thousands of people, and the combat effectiveness must meet the standard, a team with an average level of 10 ~ 15, such as the guard, is useless at all. They also deal with civil disputes. Their responsibilities are basically no different from those of film policemen. They are ruthless and ruthless to catch a team with strong combat effectiveness, And the guy who is still a mage is obviously not professional.

Where can I find so many people? Carla frowned for a moment. An pointed and asked:

"Don't you have private soldiers or something?"

The Empire allowed nobles to have troops, but the scale was strictly limited. The scale of private soldiers was different according to different titles.

"Yes, yes, and it's in the manor outside the city, but I'm not qualified to transfer them."

Carla is also very miserable at home, because she has never shown any outstanding ability. She is not favored. It is the limit to take a bodyguard outside. At present, only Duke Westford can mobilize private soldiers.

"Your family can't, what about others? You don't have many noble friends?"

This sentence reminded Carla of something. She said:

"Jeremiah dropped out, too. He should be at home now."

"Who is Jeremiah?"

An Yizhi had no impression of the sudden name.

"The partner who acted together last time... Is the blonde one."

After a good memory, Ann pointed to the little young master who tried to cooperate with him as a duke's son. Now he still wants to laugh

"Jeremiah is the only son of his family, and Duke Winifred dotes on him. It is estimated that he may mobilize his own army."

Also a child of the Duke's family, young master Jinmao is obviously much better than Carla.

The next step is almost like this. The guard is responsible for reporting all the matter to the emperor and the road map to the sewer.

Carla and Ann ran to Duke Winifred's house to find the young master as a thug. If everything goes well, they can arrest the murderer of the serial murder before dusk.

"Sister Carla!"

An Yizhi heard a crisp greeting. He turned his head and saw a seven or eight year old child holding the hand of a servant, with a very bright smile on his face.

Is it Carla's brother?

I remember Kara said that only she and her brother were in the imperial capital, and the others were in the front line.

Carla looked a little stiff. She turned to meet her:

"Charles, why are you here?"

The latter smiled and said:

"Watching the parade, of course. By the way, see what my stupid sister is doing."

Carla was silent, pulled down her face and said:

"Charles, don't think you can rely on your father's favor..."

"Father's love? Ha ha, my dear sister, when did our father who has a cold face all day spoil me?"

What he said is indeed true. Let alone pet, even the number of meetings is quite limited.

"You'll be here just to make some achievements so that you won't be thrown out and married by your eldest brother and sister, but you're not very smart."

When he said these words, Charles kept a perfect childlike smile on his young face, which was really strange:

"If you really have the ability, it's better to obediently find an aristocrat and get married. When you have children in the future, you'll kill your husband and get all the rights of the aristocrat by controlling the children. This is far more reliable than what inheritance you compete for."

"You... Do you know what you're talking about?"

"Of course I know, but even if I tell you directly, I'm afraid you don't have the ability to carry out these, so it doesn't matter what I say."

No wonder Carla said her brother was dangerous. It was not precocious, it was spermatogenesis at all.

As he spoke, he saw an Yizhi approaching from the rear. The original perfect smile suddenly collapsed and widened his eyes, as if he couldn't believe it.

"Are you Mr. an Yizhi?"

Why do people know me everywhere?

Charles bowed solemnly:

"It's very impolite. I didn't expect Mr. an Yizhi to be in front of me. It's really a surprise."

An Yizhi didn't expect that his name had been loud. Even eight or nine year old children were as good as thunder.

As if aware of Ann's incomprehension, Charles said:

"How can anyone not know you? You are a student of alchemist NIKU and a hero against the invasion of evil spirits. I have read all your heroic deeds."

I always felt that he was mocking Carla, whose face was even worse:

"Where did you get this information?"

"Come on, my stupid sister, do you think my father might show me the results of the work of intelligence agents? Or someone would swear allegiance to an eight year old like me?"

He was really mocking Carla, but the expression on his face never changed. He always asked back with a particularly bright smile.

"My way to get information is nothing more than listening, watching and thinking. Sister Carla, have you not reflected on your shortcomings since you came to this step today?"

Ann squatted down slightly, looked into Charles' eyes and said:

"It's you who put the eavesdropping mantra in the carriage. It's a good technique, but it's too rusty."

"Sure enough, you found out. I thought I disguised well."

He did disguise well, but it was not a spell, but his expression.

The shyness he showed when he said this was impeccable. His acting skills were almost up to Ann's point.

"Are you doing this for a title?"

"Sort of."

He didn't seem to care:

"One of the four pillars of the Empire, below one person and above ten thousand people, sounds very charming. It's really good if I have the opportunity to inherit, but I also have my own ideals."

While talking, Charles ignored his own sister's expression, bowed his head and pointed to Ann:

"Mr. an Yizhi, I have an unkind request. Can you accept me as an apprentice?"

An Yizhi said very simply:

"Sorry, I refuse."

"If so..."

Charles was not particularly disappointed, but saluted and said goodbye respectfully. Before leaving, he suddenly remembered something and turned to say hello.

"Mr. an Yizhi, although you don't want to accept me as an apprentice, please answer me a question."

"What's the problem?"

"Is the world... Vast?"

"Very broad, broad beyond your imagination."

Charles was very satisfied with this answer. He saluted like Ann again, and finally took the servant's hand and jumped away step by step