There's definitely something wrong with this murder mystery game-Chapter 830 - 699: Is There a Traitor in the Silver Castle?

Chapter 830: Chapter 699: Is There a Traitor in the Silver Castle?

The night deepens, snow flurries swirling.

Xu Shuo was drawing a magic array on the ice plains just outside the Silver City-State.

It was merely an ordinary, warning trap magic array. Should any magical beasts still rush out from the Far North Mountain Range and enter the continent via The North, he would be informed and could delay them.

After finishing the magic array, Xu Shuo made another trip to the Silver Cathedral, still in the guise of a bishop.

Xu Shuo did not engage in any excessive disguise.

There were scant few in the City of Light who had seen his face, and even less so in this far-flung place of the Silver City-State; priests had certainly never seen him before.

The priest of the cathedral was somewhat panic-stricken at the moment: “That white-robed bishop indeed presented the Sun Crown’s insignia. He stayed here for six days, spending the days praying at the altar, rarely going out.”

Xu Shuo pondered thoughtfully – six days of staying, coinciding precisely with the time the Ice and Snow Elf exited the Far North Mountain Range.

That’s why the other party could infiltrate the Silver Castle to investigate the situation exactly when the Duke of Silver declared his severe injuries because the infiltrator had already been in the city.

The timing was a bit too coincidental.

Staying in the cathedral for six days doesn’t necessarily mean only spending six days in The North.

Perhaps, the Holy Court’s undercover agent had a deal with the Ice and Snow Elf Clan, so this trip to The North was exactly for abetting that elf.

But it’s possible that after being taken over by a player.

The player did not know the purpose of their own trip…

So after the Ice and Snow Elf escaped from the Far North Mountain Range, the other party still stayed in the Silver City-State until this morning when they realized the problem and hastily left.

Does it sound a bit foolish?

Xu Shuo mulled over these things, also somewhat speechless.

He then turned to the priest and said: “Considering you were unaware, let’s just let this matter go. Next time, if a person of unclear origins claims to be a bishop of the Holy Court, remember to take them to the temple to receive the Sun’s Judgement first.”

The priest promised anxiously.

As soon as the young man turned and left, the priest wiped the cold sweat off his forehead—he had never thought that the white-robed bishop could be a defector from the Holy Court, fleeing to The North.

But to defect despite having the Sun Crown’s insignia?

Why bother?

Isn’t becoming a Resident Archbishop much better?

The priest couldn’t comprehend this, shook his head, and gazed out at the heavy snowfall, closing the thick cathedral door.

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The next morning.

This morning was an unusual one with no snow, and Xu Shuo first took Catalina to Aige Peak in the Far North Mountain Range.

The Ice and Snow Elf watched him impassively: “Leaving me alone here, aren’t you afraid I would take this opportunity to escape?”

Xu Shuo glanced at her: “Then run.”

Catalina: “…”

The Ice and Snow Elf stopped speaking. Standing on the snowy peak, she watched the young man’s departing figure with an expressionless face, her thoughts inscrutable.

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Xu Shuo returned to Silver Castle.

Leaving that Ice and Snow Elf in the Far North Mountain Range temporarily was to avoid her existence alerting the Messenger to any issues.

Now, he donned the getup of a Silver Knight, solemnly standing guard inside the bedroom of the deathly ill Duke of Silver.

“Did you send someone to check on the Messenger?”

Xu Shuo asked without averting his gaze.

The Duke of Silver lay quietly in bed, staring at the ceiling.

Hearing this, he slowly said: “There was quite a spectacle entering the city, escorted by a Knight Order. That Knight Order belongs to a certain Count of The North.”

Thus, the sole Count of The North has now been confirmed to be a man from the Royal Capital.

The trace of the Messenger was probably also covered by that party.

That Count eats from The North, uses The North’s resources, lets The North provide for him, but in the end, he’s still doing the bidding for that Empire’s Royal Family that doesn’t spit out the bones it gnaws on.

Although, well.

A loyal servant’s work for the empire is without fault.

The Duke of Silver spoke leisurely, “I sent someone to attack this morning, but I heard it was just a commoner. It’s unclear whether it was a disguise.”

Xu Shuo, upon hearing this, chuckled, “It wasn’t your Silver Shield bandits again, was it?”

The Duke of Silver promptly denied, “No, this time I went after real bandits from The North, luring them into the belief that it was a merchant caravan they were attacking, with only a few Silver Knights mixed in.”

Previously, when attacking Xu Shuo in the Coniferous Forest.

The only objective was to capture people conveniently, without plans for a real battle, which is why the Silver Shield Army was dispatched.

But the target of this probe might very well be the players from the enemy faction. Sending the regular army, which could hardly exhibit the aura of bandits, would indeed seem like an indifferent effort.

Therefore, the Duke of Silver took it a bit more seriously.

He sent someone overnight to entice a band of bandits to take the vanguard for the regular army.

The distribution of bandits in The North and how many strongholds there are was always well understood by the Silver City-State; it’s just that sometimes these chaotic forces don’t need to be completely wiped out.

After all, the Grass Bandits were once civilians.

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By the time the sun was well up in the sky.

The news finally arrived from outside; the messenger, who had already entered the city, was preparing to visit the Silver Castle to see the Duke of Silver, who was still unable to walk due to his severe injuries.

In order to feign genuine weakness.

The Duke of Silver had made a tough decision, not only creating genuine-looking injuries on the outside but also suppressing his spiritual power to a low point.

At that moment, a commotion could be heard outside the door.

Xu Shuo narrowed his eyes slightly; he did not use his spiritual power to probe.

Instead, he stood with several other Silver Knights, discreetly positioned in the corners of the bedroom, like silent, unobtrusive pillars.

The next second, the door opened.

“My lord, our duke has been bedridden for days and probably truly lacks the strength to lead the troops into battle anymore,” said the worried voice of the castle steward.

Xu Shuo’s guard position was quite cunning.

Located near a window, angled towards the door, this spot provided a clear view of the entire bedroom.

At the doorstep, stood a man dressed in noble attire, his clothes bearing armor yet overall exuding a sense of nobility, not at all resembling an ordinary messenger.

The man appeared impatient, his gaze sweeping across the room before resting on the half-drawn curtains of the bed.

“The Duke of Silver still holds great prestige, lying here at ease without coming to greet me?” said the man, his tone laced with mockery.

Lying in bed, the Duke of Silver, upon hearing this, gave an almost speechless roll of his eyes.

Thankfully, the man could not see him; otherwise, the temper he had just exhibited would undoubtedly have exploded.

“Cough cough…”

The Duke of Silver coughed feebly a few times, seemingly struggling to lift his head to look at the person standing at the door, and said in a faint voice, “Forgive me, I was wounded by the Ice and Snow Elves a few days ago, making it difficult for me to greet the messenger.”

The man let out a cold laugh, “Incapable? Yet I’ve heard you were training troops at the Martial Training Ground last night.”

As soon as the words fell, Xu Shuo’s gaze flickered.

The Duke of Silver’s expression also changed slightly.

But he calmly responded, “Last night at the Martial Training Ground was my Chief Knight, cough cough… The Silver Shield Army suffered heavy losses in this campaign. Fearing that no one could withstand the Magical Beasts lurking in the mountains, cough cough, I ordered the knight to take three thousand soldiers to the mountains for defense. Cough… Where did the messenger hear it was me? At this moment, I can’t even lift my arm, I’m so powerless.”

The Duke of Silver coughed after every few words, his breathing labored.

But he persisted in finishing his explanation.

Those hawk-like, sharp eyes slanted onto the messenger, awaiting the latter’s reaction.

After all, the man’s statement had revealed a somewhat ambiguous piece of information.

—Could there be a traitor inside the Silver Castle?

If that were true, then it’s likely all their moves over these past days had been monitored.

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