Although the Bernard Family tried their best to hide it, and they also asked the royal family not to reveal the news, it was impossible for such a big move not to attract the attention of the other families in the city. Soon, the other well-informed families all knew about it.
The Bernard Family had been robbed and lost more than 300 gold coins.
But that was not the main point. The main point was that the heir of the Bernard Family and an elven slave had disappeared at the same time. No one knew if they were alive or dead.
Now that they thought about it, it was worth thinking about.
Could they have eloped with the elven slave? After all, apart from losing two people and some money, the Bernard Family did not suffer any other losses.
There were no signs of being attacked, and no one was injured or killed. Logically speaking, it did not look like they had been attacked maliciously.
So, the speculation of elopement was quite popular. If that was the case, the other families would be in for a good show.
But different from the speculation of the other families, the Bernard Family unanimously believed that Manteckin had disappeared because he had been kidnapped, along with the elven slave.
At the 'crime scene', a young man with a white scarf on his head slowly said to a member of the Nalde family, "As far as I know, ordinary people would not be able to pull off a golden handcuff of this standard, let alone an elf. If Young Master Manteckin really wanted to elope with the elven slave, he couldn't do it, nor could he tear off the handcuffs. There's no need. He has the key. "
One of Bernard's clansmen asked, "Greg, are you saying that Manteckin was attacked?"
"That's the only possibility. And the attacker is strangely obsessed with money." Greg was a hunter, and he was good at tracking and reconnaissance. "Not only did he take the gold coins, but he also took the gold and silver items. If Young Master Manteckin wanted to elope, he wouldn't have brought so many things with him."
The people present all nodded. They had to admit that Greg's analysis made sense.
"Then can you find out anything from these clues?" someone else asked.
Greg said with a serious expression, "The attacker is very powerful. He didn't leave any information about him at the crime scene, whether it was hair or footprints. In addition, there were servants coming and going in the castle last night, but he was able to steal almost all the gold products in the entire mansion. This showed that his ability to hide was very strong. Only a Master-level Assassin could do this, or a powerful Spell Caster who knew Secondary Invisibility. But the problem is that Spell Casters can't break the golden handcuffs with brute force. They don't have that kind of power. "
In that case, it could only be a Master Assassin class.
Greg continued, "I suggest that we invite the few Master Assassins in the capital for questioning, and if possible, pay more attention to the foreign Assassin professionals."
"I think it's possible that a job class like a magic swordsman did this? Not only do they know magic, but they are also quite strong. "
A young clansman let out a weak voice.
Greg was a hunter. He should be angry that his professionalism was being questioned, but he didn't dare. No matter how young the person was, the other party was still a member of the Nalde clan, not someone that a professional like him could discriminate against. Of course, if he became a Master, it would be a different matter.
"Sir, it is reasonable to say that a magic swordsman can do this, but that is based on the premise that the other party must be a Master. As far as I know, there are few in the world who can advance to the Master level of a magic swordsman. And there is not a single magic swordsman who is proficient in Secondary Invisibility. "
Secondary Invisibility was a spell of neither high nor low level. Even pure spellcasters had to reach the Elite level before they could master it. Magic swordsmen, on the other hand, had to practice not only swordsmanship but also magic. Time was limited. No magic swordsman was willing to learn support spells that weren't very helpful in battle. Only pure spellcasters who studied the essence of magic could learn it.
The young man smiled awkwardly and stepped aside.
"Then let's invite those Master Assassins and interrogate them." A middle-aged Bernard clansman said calmly, "If they don't want to come, then forget it. Even we, the Bernard clan, can't offend so many Master Assassins at the same time. Of course, those who are willing to come are our friends. As for those who are not, we'll see in the future. "
His words were gentle, but full of arrogance.
In any case, the incident of the Bernard clan had caused a huge uproar in the capital of Djibouti. The Bernard clan had also put out a reward. Anyone who could provide useful information would be rewarded with 500 gold coins.
500 gold coins was not much for the big nobles, but for the small nobles, it was almost five years of income.
For the civilians, this was an astronomical figure.
All of a sudden, all the bad guys in the city started to take action, and the whole city became even more chaotic.
In the midst of this chaos, Beta was still crafting magic scrolls in the inn. Occasionally, he would go out to buy some magic materials. The people who had been watching him also slowly left.
Shirley and the other two still attended dinner parties from time to time. Now, they were more and more famous in the city, to the point that just talking to them was a great honor.
After a few days, Shirley and the others had learned a lot about the elven slaves. After all, most men liked to brag in front of women, so a lot of information was exposed.
On the seventh day after Manteckin's disappearance, his body was finally found.
A hurricane blew away the yellow sand that buried him.
The body was transported back to the Bernard clan, and Greg was once again invited to investigate the cause of death.
Manteckin's body was completely dehydrated, and it had become a dry corpse.
Greg only looked at it for less than a minute before he concluded, "He was violently killed by a neck twist from behind. This is in line with my previous judgment. The intruder must be a Master Assassin. "
The old chief waved his hand and asked Greg to leave. Then, he stayed alone and sat on the ground, talking to the dry corpse gently. Soon, the old man's eyes turned red as he talked about the dry corpse's childhood.
The loss of the Bernard clan's heir immediately attracted everyone's attention, including the royal family. After all, the royal family was related to the Bernard clan by marriage. The crown prince even came to mourn for a while.
After that, everyone in the royal city felt insecure. The murderer dared to kill the heir of the Bernard clan silently. The reason was unknown, so it was naturally possible that they were killed as well.
Before they knew who killed Manteckin and why, no one dared to relax their security.
The more important a person was, the more afraid they were of death.
As a result, there were fewer banquets in the royal city of Djibouti. After attending a few banquets, Shirley and the others began to reveal that they were about to leave.
Many people felt that it was a great pity. They had not been able to get close to Manteckin yet, so they naturally asked them to stay and asked why.
Shirley and the others' reason was simple: they had been here for a long time and wanted to go somewhere else.
In fact, anyone could tell that the three women wanted to stay away from the political storm in Djibouti.
On the fourth day after they revealed the news, the three of them left Djibouti. Because they were not suspected, nobody stopped them.
Although a lot of young nobles asked them to stay, the three of them still left resolutely without any reluctance.
Even more filthy people wanted to stop them, but no one dared to make a move. Two Master spellcasters and a half-elf who was close to the Master level, even the king would have to weigh his fist and consider if it was worth it, not to mention the common noble families.
Three days after the three women left, the noise and chaos caused by them gradually died down.
Beta still stayed in Djibouti. He had received the intelligence from Mouse three days ago. Together with the intelligence collected by Shirley and the others, he estimated that most of the elves in Djibouti were in the intelligence. Maybe one or two were missed, but Beta had no time to investigate.
Because he had other things to do. Helping Alice was just a side job …
He took out a map from Mystra's Mansion, and it turned out to be a bird 's-eye view of Djibouti. Such a map couldn't be grasped by ordinary people, but Beta had Joan Of Arc, a flying magic pet. Joan Of Arc had been hovering over the city for days, and Beta had drawn Djibouti on paper with his basic drawing knowledge.
It wasn't very accurate, but it was enough for Beta.
Then, based on the intelligence from Mouse and the intelligence from the three women, he began to draw a black line on the map, starting from the hotel where he was, zigzagged past many large buildings, and ended in the royal palace. Then he drew a circle on the royal palace, drew it out with a dotted line, and finally made a cross at the end.
Beta stared at the map for a long time. Then he entered Mystra's Mansion and saw two elves sitting at the table drinking fruit wine.
Both Julie and Mariana looked much better than they did a few days ago.
"How's it going?" Beta also sat down at the table and picked up the cactus fruit on the table to eat.
"It's all done." Julie took out four long black cloaks and a red cloak. "Also, I have to return this magic cloak to you."
Beta took the cloak and put it on. This magic cloak wasn't exactly the best equipment, but its attributes were very suitable for a Divine Noble like Beta, because he couldn't recover his magic power through meditation like regular Mages. He could only speed up the recovery of his spirit and magic power through equipment.
With this cloak on him, he would be able to increase his efficiency in both combat and magic scrolls.
"Are you really going to save other clansmen?" Julie said with some helplessness in her tone: "From an emotional point of view, I wish you could save all your companions, but from a rational point of view, I think it's better for you not to do this. It's too dangerous, if you don't make it right, you will toss yourself into it for nothing."