Volume 1: The Nobles Who Lost Their Territory Chapter 7 Interrogation
In this era when wizards rule the world, usually only wizards and their descendants can become nobility.
Marvin's father was not a wizard, but his grandfather was. Marvin's grandfather was a high-level wizard in the Southern Wizard Alliance. At that time, River Beach City had not yet been established. He led his followers to expand the territory and opened up many new lands for the Wizard Alliance in the wilderness. According to the agreement between the Wizard Alliance and the pioneering wizards, part of the land - the current White River Valley, became the territory of Marvin's grandfather.
Because the new territories were developed and close to the wilderness, they were freer than the southern city-states. In addition to paying taxes to the Wizarding Union regularly, they did not need to be commanded too much by the Wizarding Union. Only in times of emergency would they have to respond to the call of the Wizarding Union.
Marvin's grandfather had two children, the eldest son was Marvin's father Gene, and the second son was Miller. After Marvin's grandfather passed away, Gene inherited the White River Valley and managed the territory in an orderly manner. Miller, who had no inheritance rights, received a considerable inheritance and left the White River Valley with the extra wealth that Gene gave him privately.
Uncle Miller, as Marvin remembered him, had been gone for many years. He had only returned to the South last year. It was said that he was now a very successful businessman. Miller had bought a property in River Beach. The two brothers had met many times, and Gene was very happy to see his brother return, and entertained him very attentively.
In the innocent boy's memory, although Uncle Miller was a bit stingy, he was still very good to him and his brothers.
But from Marvin's perspective today, the memories revealed many clues:
In the six months after Miller returned to River Beach City, his father Gene's health suddenly began to deteriorate. You know, Gene, who was 40 years old, was in his prime, strong as an ox. Although he didn't know witchcraft, he was a solid second-level warrior. He once killed a mutant stone-tusked wild boar that broke into the territory alone. Logically speaking, his physical function couldn't have deteriorated too much at this time.
Even illness can hardly cause any trouble to such a strong warrior.
However, due to an inexplicable serious illness, his father Gene died half a year ago. Marvin, who was only 14 years old, inherited the territory and title and began to govern the territory conscientiously.
This was very difficult for a 14-year-old boy, but judging from the results, he did a good job.
"Although this young man is kind and cowardly, he is still very talented in domestic affairs."
"Miller came to my father Gene's funeral and cried hypocritically. He also said some very strange things."
"The time of his return coincides so closely with the time of my father's death. It is indeed possible that he was the one who did it. I heard that in the early years, this Uncle Miller had always hated my father because he could not inherit the territory. Perhaps this was the fuse of the incident. Now that he is rich, he came back to take revenge on us."
"Maybe he wants to seize the inheritance of the White River Valley. As long as I die, the younger Vinnie will definitely not be his opponent. He bribed the Akron gang and the River Beach City Hall, and the White River Valley will be his!"
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In just a few minutes, Marvin thought of a lot of things.
Uncle Miller is indeed a big suspect. But we can't jump to conclusions so quickly, as they don't have any evidence yet.
"We need to investigate further whether Uncle Miller is doing something to us."
Marvin said quickly, "Perhaps those two Akron gang members can help us out."
"you mean?"
"Follow me, and walk lightly." Marvin said softly, "Two people, leave one alive."
…
At the front door of the Wild Horse Inn, in the dark alley, the thief glanced at the unchanging scenery in front of him with boredom.
There was a delicate hourglass under his feet. The sand on the top was almost gone, which meant it was time to exchange the secret signal.
"That woman is probably sleeping like a dead pig. What's there to monitor? I heard that the employer likes this half-elf very much and specifically asked to capture her alive. It seems that the boss will have to do it himself tomorrow."
The thief thought so while playing with the dagger in his hand.
He looked at the rooftop not far away, where another secret sentry was observing diligently.
However, at this moment, his eyes suddenly narrowed!
A sneaky shadow is approaching the companion on the roof!
"who!"
The thief narrowed his eyes, his perception was extremely high and he could tell that it was a person in stealth.
Thieves from another gang?
Before he could open his mouth to remind her, he suddenly felt a slight chill on his back!
"Oh no! Someone discovered my stealth!?"
He turned around suddenly and saw the half-elf swordswoman rushing towards him without any concealment, sword in hand.
Her eyes were fixed on him, obviously she knew where he was hiding!
The thief reacted quickly, turning nimbly and preparing to go around the alley instead of confronting the swordsman head-on.
However, at this moment, a shadow suddenly flashed in his peripheral vision!
A nimble shadow took two steps at a time and fell from the roof, blocking his way.
The thief looked bitterly at the body of his companion on the roof, his mouth feeling a little dry.
Such a decisive and neat way of killing...
Could this guy be a real assassin?
From the moment he discovered that the other party was sneaking around to kill his companion, to the appearance of the elven female swordsman, it was only two or three seconds, and he had already completed the assassination?
This is simply a fantasy!
Where have the gangs in the market ever seen such a killing method! This is purely the quality that can only be demonstrated by a super assassin who has assassinated countless strong men in the dark night.
But when he saw the assassin's face, his jaw dropped in shock:
"It's you! Why aren't you dead? You..."
The thief was so shocked that he couldn't speak.
Anna put her sword against his back and said coldly, "You have two choices. Cooperate with us or die."
The thief dropped the dagger obediently and spread his hands. He had given up resisting . Not to mention that the seemingly weak young noble had such a terrifying assassination ability, the half-elf in front of him was also a warrior with at least four professional levels. In a head-on confrontation, he had no chance at all.
"Tie him up, I know there's an abandoned warehouse nearby." Marvin said softly.
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In the north of the city, in an abandoned warehouse.
"I swear, I've told you everything I know."
The thief named Dink was tied tightly to a chair with hemp ropes. He said with a bitter face: "I am only responsible for keeping watch, not for the action."
"You still haven't told me why you Akron gangsters want to kill me?"
Marvin said coldly.
Dink pretended to be pitiful and said: "I really don't know..."
"Ah! What are you doing?!" the thief's face was full of horror.
Marvin sneered, grabbed Dink's right hand, and gently cut his wrist with a knife. Blood immediately flowed out.
"It doesn't hurt at all, does it?" Marvin sneered, "But I cut your vein, and your blood will slowly drain away."
After saying that, he gently cut Dink's wrist again.
"You are a demon!" Dink was terrified: "Stop it now."
"Tell me what I want to know. I will set you free." Marvin said calmly , "Otherwise we will leave here and let you bleed to death."
Anna looked at Marvin with some concern. She knew that some means were needed for the interrogation, but she was very worried about Marvin's condition.
He seemed a little too cold and ruthless, as if he had gone to the other extreme from his previous kindness.
"It's all my fault. I failed to protect the young master, causing him to suffer such a great shock and become like this." The half-elf bit his lip, and the veins on his sword-holding hand were so white that they were exposed.
Under Marvin's simple questioning, Dink quickly collapsed. These gang members were not tough guys who had received any training in resisting interrogation. They joined the gang just to support their families, and their willpower was very weak.
In his previous life, Marvin had encountered some fanatical religious elements, and forcing information out of them was the most troublesome thing.
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"This guy really doesn't know who wants to kill me. He just said that a wealthy businessman in the city offered a huge price."
"The Akron Mafia is only a second-rate force in River Beach City. Their boss wants to rise, which requires a large sum of money. The wealthy businessman is said to have promised to invest in the company after the success."
"Only their boss has met with the employer. The rest of his subordinates are just following orders. If we want to know who is behind this, we have to find the guy named Diaphis."
Marvin thought silently.
Dink told everything to save his life.
The Akron gang was not very powerful. Apart from Diafis himself who was a level 2 warrior, the strongest of the gang was only a level 4 thief. Their base was the [Pyroxene Bar], a famous underground casino in the slums, which also dealt in sex trade and was crowded with people.
Diafis was a very careful person. He had turned the Pyroxene Bar into a small fortress, especially the backyard and the basement. It was not easy to sneak in.
Marvin was a ranger after all, not a thief who was good at eliminating traps and stealth, so he had no way of approaching Diphias quietly.
"Master, what should we do now?" Anna asked.
Somehow, Marvin, who had just woken up from a serious illness, actually made her feel a vague sense of dependence on him.
"You said you would set me free!" Dink shouted.
Marvin walked over and cut the hemp rope with the machete in his hand with a few snaps.
Dink was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that Marvin would release him so readily.
Anna frowned and was about to say something, but at this moment, Marvin made a lightning-fast move with a flash of cold light.
Cover the mouth! Cut the throat! Blood gushed out!
Dink stared, struggled for a while and then died.
"I will give you freedom, but I never said I won't kill you." Marvin pushed away the thief's corpse with his eyes open and wiped the machete clean.
Anna shuddered: "Master Marven, what's wrong with you? This is not like you at all."
Marvin looked at Anna and said sincerely: "Everyone has many sides. In this situation, I have to be another me."
"I won't allow anyone to take my territory, nor will I allow anyone to try to hurt you."
"I will never allow it."
He held Anna's cold hand and whispered, "You are one of the most important people in my life. Someone wants to plot against you, and I will make him pay the price."
Anna's face turned slightly red. Looking at the terrifying Marvin, she felt a sense of security in her heart.
She shyly shook off Marven's hand and whispered, "Master, what should we do next?"
"To the cemetery."
Marvin named an unexpected location.
