Chapter 334: Poison Mastermind, Sisters Kill Each Other

"...I plead guilty."

"...I have twice placed curses on animals near water sources, intending to pollute the water sources and cause plague."

"...It's my own idea and has nothing to do with anyone else."

"...I have just started to get some ideas on my project, but the school suddenly ordered that no unauthorized research on plague be allowed. With my mage level and savings, even if I can apply for a laboratory, it will take at least two or three years. Years of hard work are suddenly wiped out. Cut off, I was resentful and sought revenge.”

Slimin sat alone across from several high-level mages, speaking every word with a calm voice. Opposite her, the magician from the prophecy department held a quill in his hand and kept sketching on the paper, and then pushed it over to show his colleagues.

Archmage Edgar frowned slightly. Slimin took all the blame at once, and it was certainly impossible to get her sister off the hook - there was nothing to hide under the magic. However, there is a big difference between having her confession and not having her confession.

At the very least, without using magic to induce confessions or even forcibly retrieving memories, it would be more difficult to refute the confessions obtained when brought to the Council of Nobles to accuse Baron Hopman!

"Are you sure it was your idea, Master Slimin?" Archmage Edgar asked coldly. "That's not what your sister, Baroness Hopman, said—"

"You are thinking too much, Your Majesty the Archmage." A smile appeared on Master Slimin's pale and ugly face, and the smile was actually a little peaceful. "Being caught by you is because my skills are inferior to others and I deserve the punishment. However, my sister will never say that this matter has anything to do with her."

"Really? Do you want to listen to your sister?"

Archmage Edgar got up and went out. The magician from the control department immediately followed them out, and the high-level mage from the prophecy department looked around, then got up and followed them. In the room, only the direct mentor of Magician Slimin was left staring at her blankly, and for a while he sighed, as if he had aged ten years in an instant.

Archmage Edgar walked quickly to the next door. He did not go in, but opened an inconspicuous small window and listened quietly to the conversation inside. As he listened, his face darkened and his palms clenched quietly.

In the room, Johnny Colin's cold voice sounded:

"You will get what you deserve, ma'am."

There was a trace of disgust in his eyes. He had already heard Archmage Edgar tell her the reason for the Baroness' revenge. The reason was quite absurd - the Baron's eldest son was forcibly pursuing the girl, and the little magician stood up for the girl. Later, things got louder and louder, with neither party trying to stop it, and finally it got out of hand.

It is not incomprehensible for a mother to seek revenge for her son. The problem is, no matter how much you take revenge, don’t use the poor as victims!

He nodded to his side. On the left, the noble magician in charge of the interrogation turned over a page of information and sneered:

"We haven't seen each other for more than ten years? - Madam, your personal maid, your coachman, and Master Slimin's apprentice have all confessed that you visited her Master's Tower this month and also took her to the Baron Let’s meet. If you want more evidence, maybe we can ask your husband?”

"No!" the Baroness shouted reflexively. The noble magician raised his eyebrows and said:

"Then Madam, please answer first why you lied just now."

"..." The Baroness was temporarily speechless. She immediately turned her head bitterly:

"Yes, I just don't want to tell the truth, I just don't want people to know that I'm dealing with her - so what?"

"Why don't you want others to know?" The female noble magician on the right side of Minister Colin asked softly: "Don't you like her? Or, your husband likes her too much?"

She conveniently placed a charming human, and the mana fluctuations were extremely slight, which could only make the opponent relax their vigilance. The magician on the left glanced at his colleague, turned his head silently, and pretended not to see him. The Baroness sneered:

"Why should I like her? She is ugly and can't speak. She has been pitiful since she was a child. She only knows how to call her sister by pulling on my skirt. If she didn't have some magic, who would pay attention to her!"

"What about this curse incident? Does it have nothing to do with you? We all know that Master Slimin has been reclusive all year round. In the past year, she has only left the Mage Tower twice. If it weren't for you, why would she suddenly run away two hundred miles away? How about poisoning the water source of Nevis City?"

"How do I know? She is a necromancer, a necromancer! - A necromancer can cast plague, is it strange? Why do you come to ask me!"

"Then why did she come to Nevis? Who traveled thousands of miles to send her here? - Who told her the locations of the two water sources? And who provided convenience for her to attend the banquet?"

Minister Colin's tone became increasingly harsh. The Baroness sneered:

"Then you go ask her! It has nothing to do with me! - By the way, you'd better send me back quickly. Illegally detaining a noble is a violation of the agreement between the Magic Council and the nobles!"

"Since you have a clear conscience, why did you take a boat to escape? The destination of the boat you took was the Carolingian Kingdom, on the other side of the sea!"

"...Can't I go visit my aunt? Which law in the kingdom prohibits nobles from visiting relatives?!"

Archmage Edgar retreated quietly. He returned to the original place, took out a piece of magic crystal, and put it on the table:

"This is your sister's confession. Master Slimin, are you sure you don't need to listen to it again and think about your statement again?"

Slimin stared blankly at the small piece of magic crystal. She wanted to reach out her hand several times, but raised her fingers and immediately retracted them. Her expression changed, half with desire, half with fear. After a long time, she let out a long sigh:

"No need. Your Majesty the Archmage, no matter what my sister says, my confession will not change."

"Obstinate!"

Archmage Edgar's face darkened, and he stretched out his hand to press the magic crystal to activate the spell. He stretched out his hand halfway, but the prophecy magician who went out together took the lead and reached out to hold it down. The middle-aged female magician turned to look at Edgar and then at Master Slimin. Although she said nothing, her eyes were full of pity:

Don't let her listen.

Don't let her be severely cut in the heart by the most important person close to her.

Let's find another way, isn't it to find out the truth? There are many ways in the prophecy system, don't hurt her anymore...

Archmage Edgar stared at her, with anger silently burning in his eyes under his thick eyebrows. You pity her, who pity the victims? Those who were sitting at home, working hard and living their lives, got seriously ill for no reason, lost their husbands, wives, parents, children and even their own lives for no reason...

There are also little Gretel who is so busy that he feels like vomiting, the apprentices who are treating patients despite the risk of infection, the emergency management department action team and the city patrol team running around...

He grabbed the magic crystal, threw it into Master Slimin's arms, and walked out of the interrogation room quickly. After standing outside for a while, I met Johnny Collin who also quit. The two people reviewed the confessions they had obtained, and Archmage Edgar said sadly:

"This won't work... This little confession cannot be used as irrefutable proof, and we can't kill the Baroness!"

"Is our goal to kill her?"

Minister Colin asked softly. Archmage Edgar was stunned for a moment and shook his head slightly.

It doesn't matter whether a baroness lives or dies. The important thing is, firstly, the Magic Council cannot bear all the responsibility for this plague, and the reputation of Black Crow Swamp must also be protected; secondly, someone must compensate for the losses caused by this plague!

Minister Johnny Collin lifted his chin. His eyes were bright and he smiled confidently:

"Give me some time and ask the review committee for instructions. I estimate...this matter can develop in the direction we expect."

Five days later, a magic carriage from the Magic Council carried Baron Hopman and quietly drove into the city of Nevis.

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