Chapter 755.
Chapter 755 – Interrogation
“Dead?”
Hearing the description of the returning Saul, Kate stuck her tongue out and licked around the corner of her mouth in surprise.
“Drowned in a tub of water? What a …… what a way to die.”
Saul was still leaning back on the single bed, still holding the book he had taken before leaving.
But instead of reading the book, he looked at the air in front of him, revealing a touch of confusion.
It was as if he was explaining to Kate, or as if he was combing his thoughts.
“I examined the white porcelain kitten, there is no magic present on the outside or the inside, and the overall construction materials are the most common clay and the most common pigments, and they are not witchcraft materials either.”
“Then it could be murder.” Kate said, “This person goes around scamming people, and has probably made a lot of enemies.”
Saul tapped his chin with the spine of his book, “I checked his luggage and there were large bills hidden in it. But no one has touched his luggage, so it shouldn’t be for seeking money or retaliating for being cheated out of money.”
Kate originally didn’t care at all about the death of a con artist. But he suddenly realized that Saul was investigating seriously.
It seemed that he cared about the con man’s death.
In this way Kate pivoted his upper body and listened to Saul with his ears perked up.
“I also examined his soul, trying to learn the cause of his death by probing the consciousness.” Saul paused in his motion of nudging his chin with the spine of his book, “But his soul is gone.”
“Meow?”
“His soul disappeared completely, cleanly, like the bowl you licked.”
“…… You’re happy.”
Saul laughed softly and collapsed onto the bed, buckling the book over his face in a surprisingly sleepy manner.
“Anyway, I’m afraid this trip won’t be boring.”
Kate saw Saul lie down, and he curled back up in his chair, still with his eyes closed.
“Anyway …… you’re happy.”
A third-order big man on an airship, even if something happens, it’s like watching a play to someone else.
What did he, a cat, have to worry about?
Early the next morning Kate realized why Saul had said that the journey wouldn’t be boring.
It was because the door to their room had been violently slammed early in the morning.
“Mr. Saul! Mr. Saul! Are you in there?”
Saul slowly opened his eyes.
He had only slept for an hour last night and spent the rest of the night meditating.
The reason why he hadn’t gotten up yet was because a normal person should be very sleepy at this point and wouldn’t immediately wake up to answer the door.
Kate had also been awake for a long time, and ignoring the increasingly loud knocking on the door, he stretched like a cat before craning his head to look out the small round window.
Just as Saul was thinking that it was about time to pass, the door to the room was suddenly opened noiselessly.
At the same time a faint magic power fluctuation spread in along the small eye of the door lock.
“Hmm? A doorway opening? Quite skillful.”
Saul sat up, the book on his face falling into his lap, “Something wrong?”
His face was expressionless, he looked as if he hadn’t woken up.
“Why did you guys open the door to my room without my permission?”
His gaze swept over the three or four people outside the door, finally landing on the middle-aged man standing against the left doorframe.
That man should be a sorcerer apprentice, seeing that the mental power fluctuation had already reached the third level, there was no need to worry about the alienation of a thirty-year-old apprentice.
The other party was grim, looking more like someone who was woken up early in the morning than Saul.
Saul asked with a puzzled look, “Is there something wrong?”
The squire who had once guided Saul spoke first.
“Mr. Saul, something has happened to one of the guests on the airship. We would like to check with you about the situation.”
“Hm?” Saul appropriately showed a hint of surprise, then pointed a finger at himself, “Me?”
Five minutes later, Saul was taken alone to an empty room on the upper level. The room was clean, with only an entire wall of cabinets, a long table, and two chairs.
Everyone else left, leaving only the somber man.
He motioned for Saul to sit down, and sat himself across from Saul.
“My name is Paul and I will ask you a few questions. Don’t you try to lie.”
The third-level wizard apprentice named Paul stood a candle on the empty table, and when his fingertips tapped the candle, it burned with a “giggle”.
Saul looked fixedly at the candle, and only looked at Paul again when he too pulled out a chair and sat down.
“You’ve got a lot of nerve, but that’s okay, as long as you tell the truth, I won’t give you a hard time.” Paul leaned back in his chair, not looking too enthused about interrogating Saul about this.
“You are the Lord Sorcerer’s Apprentice?”
“You just have to answer my questions.” Paul said in a low and forceful voice, “What is your relationship with Mike the merchant?”
Sure enough, it was Mike’s death that had caught up with them.
How efficient.
The other guy died in his bedroom during the night and they found the end early in the morning.
Did they check passengers’ vitals every day?
“Mike and I only met when we spoke in line together before boarding.” Saul said truthfully, “Could something have happened to Mike?”
Paul still didn’t answer Saul’s question, but asked again, “You were seen meeting again in his room after dinner. Why would people who are just in line together meet after dinner?”
Saul moved his body at once and sat up a little more upright.
Across the room, Paul saw Saul’s reaction and immediately narrowed his eyes.
Saul’s eyes wandered for a moment before he suddenly inhaled a breath, “That, I actually find it quite unbelievable now that I think about it. If I tell the truth, I’m afraid you’ll think I’m still lying.”
Paul glanced at the candle and said like a dead man, “You don’t have to worry about that. As long as you don’t lie, I can guarantee that innocent people won’t be implicated.”
Saul suddenly found it somewhat amusing that this Paul was assuring ordinary people.
Was this guarantee lip service, or was it sincere?
“Okay.”
Next, Saul informed Paul of all the conversations he had with Mike in the room.
Of course, the dice throwing there, he just said he was better at it, and didn’t say exactly why he was good at it.
Paul is clearly not interested in Saul’s past, and he seems to be relying on the candles on the table to make sure Saul is telling the truth.
But after he heard Mike pull out a white porcelain kitten, his body, which had been leaning against the bench, suddenly sat up straight.
“A white porcelain kitten?” He stared intently at Saul, “What color are the kitten’s eyes.”
“Red.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. The white porcelain kitten was white all over, only the eyes were red, so I remember it well.”
Paul looked a little fidgety.
This made Saul more and more interested, “Lord Wizard, have you also heard of the ‘Cat’s Retribution’? Can that white porcelain kitten really bring luck to people?”
But Paul still didn’t answer him, but asked Saul one last question.
“Was Mike still alive when you left the room?”
“Alive …… Are you saying he’s dead now?”
Paul, however, stood up, “You can go now.”
Saul opened his mouth and quickly closed it again, “Okay.”
He got up and walked out of the room.
Outside the door of the room, there were still a few attendants standing who had just followed them here.
They seemed surprised as they watched Saul come out unharmed and looked at Paul in the room.
Paul made a gesture, and only then did these people make way for the passage.
Saul glanced inside the room, where the only sorcerer’s apprentice was furrowing his brow, thinking about something.
(End of chapter)