Everyone was surprised, and the servants who were present there froze as their backs drowned in a cold sweat. When the guards and servants thought that this man Vincent was pointing fingers at them, only Rhesus could understand what that guy meant.
This aristocrat was pointing fingers at his family members!
Rhesus's face showed a trace of anger, and he glared at Vincent. "Do you know what you're talking about?"
Zion smiled and nodded. This kind of reaction was within his expectations. So the king's words didn't offend him. "My king, give me five days, and I'll help you find the murderer of the crown prince."
The king's anger didn't vanish, but it increased ten folds. He knew his younger brothers well. They couldn't even kill an animal without fearing him. So how could they even think of killing his son and framing his daughter at the same time?
But even though he didn't want to believe it, he still had 10% doubt in his heart. Someone had tried to assassinate Princess Lia in prison. So that proved his daughter was innocent. And even if she wasn't innocent, she might have acted on someone else's behalf who wanted to kill her off and destroy the evidence before she could open her mouth.
So he deliberately hid her away in a secure place.
But after the assassination event, his heart was filled with doubts whenever he would see anyone. And, of course, this aristocrat was even more doubtful. This man was a stranger who came out of nowhere just when he was troubled over the crown prince's death.
Was it a coincidence, or a planned strategy?
The king didn't trust Vincent. So his gaze became colder after a few minutes, and then he said in a rude voice, "Mr. Vincent, if you want to investigate, ask the guards. But you're not allowed to go out of the boundary and search the palace, especially the rooms of my brothers and their families."
"Then…." Zion thought for a while and said, "Can I see Princess Lia?"
"No." The king's gaze turned icier. He sneered in his heart. He knew this aristocrat would create more trouble after meeting his daughter. And if this person is another assassin, he would kill Lia with no hesitation!
He absolutely wouldn't let that happen!
Zion sighed. He knew this would happen. But at least this suspicious king didn't kick him out after listening to his words.
Initially, he didn't know whether someone in the main hall of the palace had killed the crown prince or not. So he just bluffed that someone among the people inside this hall was the murderer to see through everyone's reaction.
And Zion didn't regret lying about it. He had seen the way the servants, the blondy, brown-haired man, and even that girl reacted. He was at least sure that someone among these people probably knew a few things about the case.
Otherwise, why would everyone show weird expressions on their faces?
The most suspicious one in Zion's eyes was that man with blonde hair. He didn't react at all when the former had said that someone among them was the murderer! Common people would be surprised or angry, but this person acted like everything was normal.
So the blond man instantly became the first suspect. Even if this guy hadn't murdered the crown prince, this blondy must know some inside information about the murder.
Then there was the king, who also reacted strangely.
After hearing those words uttered by Zion, an average person would expect the king to get so angry that he might even give a death sentence to the aristocrat. But the king didn't punish him instantly showed that even Rhesus doubted his family members subconsciously.
So when Zion realized the king wouldn't give him a chance to find clues at the palace, he would only have to focus on one thing for now.
"Can I get to see the Crown Prince's dead body?"
The king's expression became stormy. He glared at the man and wanted to kill him right this instant! His hands went to his sword, and he said, "One more word, and I'll chop off your head! I didn't kill you until now because you're an aristocrat. If you continue to test my patience, you'll die!"
Before Zion could open his mouth, the blonde person beside him stood up and said, "Brother, please don't be rude. He's a detective. So he's bound to ask you that query."
Zion darted his eyes at that man and lingered on him for a while before he lowered his head. No one could tell what he was thinking. But before he could ponder more, the blonde man called him out. "Mr. Vincent, if you need something, approach me."
When Zion saw this kind of gentle expression, he didn't know what to say. Was this man as calm as he looked? Or was there a hidden layer behind his face?
For now, he couldn't tell. But since this blonde man was offering his help, he wouldn't hesitate anymore. He rubbed his long ears and said, "Take me where the crown prince's body is placed."
After that, no one dared to stop this strange aristocrat Dhampir. The guards and servants didn't even look at his face. They were so frightened that they wanted to pee their pants!
If this man ended up pointing fingers at either of them, the king might just kill them all in a fit of anger! They all knew the anger this king possessed, and they didn't want to test Rhesus's limits!
Soon enough, the blondy opened a door and gestured Zion to enter a dark and cold corridor where even walls, ceilings, and floor were colored in white.
Since it was dark, he had to squint his eyes to observe. He felt something fishy about this place. Why was there no fire torch here? They didn't even have a window at this place.
"Can you light up this room?"
"We can't." There was a trace of regret in the blonde man's voice. "This room is special. It can preserve the dead bodies for weeks, and for that, coldness is something that we need to create that icy atmosphere."
Zion frowned. His reply sounded reasonable, but he could tell that there might be some other reason behind this. Maybe this blondy wasn't telling him the whole truth.
Now that he found this room, he didn't know how to examine the dead body without light. Just then, a thought flashed through his mind.
What if he asked the system for help again? That furry man should help him with arranging a torch. This thought made Zion's shoulders relaxed, and he started thinking of millions of ways to trick the system again.