Chapter 1167 All Fake

When she found Cohir, Alana discovered the rigorous attitude of the White Lion Guard Captain. He meticulously led people to inspect every corner of the royal court. Even if it was just a small, imperceptible line on the wall, the dedicated captain would not miss it. Check it several times in person to prevent anyone from using loopholes to get into the royal court.

Alanna, led by the White Lion Guards, handed the documents to Cohir and explained to the captain.

"Your Excellency Cohir, I am Alanna of Yris. This time, Your Excellency Cavell hopes that you can investigate a suspicious person in the royal court."

After receiving the document, Cohill first checked it with the magic equipment he carried with him to make sure it did not contain any weird and abnormal chaotic energy, curses, or witchcraft... before tearing off the printing paint.

While reading the document, Cohir did not forget to respond: "Are you Alanna, the nephew of War Lord Eltharion?"

"right."

"I didn't expect that Iris has produced so many talents in recent years. This must make the old Prince Morarion feel very happy. The kingdom he has been struggling to hold on to finally has a group of young people who can hold up hope."

"Look what you said..." Alanna rubbed the back of her head. Although she was a little modest, her smile was full of pride.

Led by Prince Eltharion, the Sons of Yerys firmly believe that the kingdom will be restored to its former glory and return to the peaceful and tranquil era before the great invasion of Chaos.

A minute later, Cohill nodded after reviewing the documents, recalling things about Grantham in his mind.

The captain of the guard has to come into contact with many people on a daily basis, especially after the White Lion Guard is no longer the only guard of the Phoenix King, his responsibilities have become much more complicated.

Today's White Lion Guards also need to take care of part of Lothern's security work, counter-espionage investigations, and the elimination of the remnants of Chaos.

Grantham…

Recalling this name in his mind, Cohill's brows suddenly frowned.

Every once in a while, he would organize an investigation into the royal court officials. Although it was a bit of an invasion of privacy, in the face of His Majesty's safety, the elf's personal power was not worth mentioning.

According to the last investigation...there are no relevant memories.

Followers of Tzeentch?

This is the only thing that Cohir can think of. Only Tzeentchists can make the sense of existence extremely weak, and everyone deliberately forgets about the changes.

"Alanna, who gave you this information?"

"Sir Upton."

Cohill looked very surprised when he got the result. He had heard rumors about Upton. Some people said that the Blade Lord was a little crazy in his later years, and always thought that there were Chaos believers everywhere.

The White Lion Guards had heard the rumors and had a cordial exchange with Upton, hoping to get information about the Chaos followers from the Blade Lord.

But the final result was that Upton was really a little crazy. He did not conduct any investigation and wrote out a few names at random, thinking that these people were Chaos believers, which is called hysteria.

"strangeness……"

Cohill's muttering to himself made Alana mistakenly think that the White Lion Guard Captain had something to say: "What did you say? Sir Cohill."

"Tell me in detail the communication process between you and Upton. It is related to the safety of the royal court. I can't miss any clues."

Alana didn't think much about it. As the captain of the Phoenix King's guard, Cohir naturally had the right to know about this matter.

"I went to Brady Manor yesterday..."

"Why did you go to Brady Manor? As far as I know, your contact with Upton is limited to Eltharion. Did the War Lord ask you to visit Upton?"

Alanna shook her head, "It's Lord Tigris. I participated in the trip to Cathay organized by him and Lord Tyrion. During the meeting held the day before yesterday, the Supreme Master asked me to visit Lord Upton."

"continue."

"Sir Upton said..." Alanna hesitated for a while. After all, it seemed a bit strange to call the White Tower of Hos a group of traitors.

Upton could say this because he was highly respected and didn't care about the reputation of the Archmage Council, but she couldn't say that.

"He euphemistically expressed his disappointment with the Archmage Council of the White Tower of Hoth, thinking that the actions of the Supreme Archmage may lack a little bit of justice..."

"Skip this paragraph, this is the internal affairs of the White Tower of Hos."

"Yes." Alanna had no reason to refuse. No one wanted to provoke a group of grandpas who controlled the lifeblood of magic.

"Lord Upton said, 'He is a heretic who is not allowed to exist by the gods, a twisted existence who takes pride in playing with body and soul. When his body and mind are plunged into the path of darkness, he has lost the value of existence. Only eternal annihilation can be achieved. Homecoming! '.

I don't know if this refers to Grantham, but Lord Cavell thinks he is the most likely suspect. "

Nodding, Cohir signaled a team of people to come and prepare to capture Grantham. Regardless of whether he showed any threat to Ulthuan, he would need to be reviewed.

Nowadays, the royal court's style of doing things is very different from before, and it has a vague feeling of moving closer to the empire.

In the past, catching criminals required observation, interrogation, conviction, and sentencing.

Nowadays, the steps are omitted and changed.

Trial - Sentence - Conviction.

This is the only mercy the Phoenix King has for the Chaos cultists, and a chance for interrogation.

If you are in Caledor, there are only two steps.

Sentence - buried in a pit.

When Cohill led a group of big men into Grantham's office, the household registration administrator only saw a little panic in his eyes, but his expression remained calm and composed.

He looked at the white lion guards and said with a smile: "Sir Cohir, why are you here?"

"I have a question." Cossell put the Emerald Axe on the wooden table, staring at Grantham with eyes full of oppression.

"First, who are you?"

"I am Grantham. Is there another household registration official named Grantham in the Royal Court?"

"Second..."

As soon as the second voice fell, Cossell had lifted Grantham from the chair with one hand, turned around and signaled his men to hang the magic-forbidden iron chain on the suspect.

The circles of iron chains made Grantham look like a pig to be slaughtered.

A black hood covered the suspect's head. The office was not suitable for interrogation. There were many interesting places in the Royal Court, which were worth letting Chaos believers experience.

When they walked to the office area, everyone's eyes were attracted by the suspect covered with a black hood, but with Cossell's low roar, he immediately turned around and pretended to know nothing.

"The White Lion Guards are investigating an important case and may ask you to provide testimony later. Please wait for the call from the royal court."

It didn't take long for Grantham, who was wailing in the small dark room, to tell what was wrong under Alana's skilled skills.

He had no wounds on his body, but he was extremely frightened and muttered.

"I came from the 306th year of One Piece. This place is fake. His Highness Imrik was not crowned the Phoenix King... How could he be better than the War Lord Tyrion who was favored by the Everqueen.

This is all fake, all fake!" (End of this chapter)