But behind it, is the Dragonfire Guild—the shadow of the Dragon Worship Sect.

No matter how he tries to learn maturity and steadiness, there is still a belief flowing in his bones, and even in Miss Sicape's eyes, he is always the big boy daring to give Qin Zhi the middle finger.

Though clumsy, the aspirations in his heart are hard to extinguish.

Just that Miss Ship's Officer looked at him and shook her head lightly. Impulsiveness cannot solve the problem; compared to Fang Hong, she was more like a calm hunter.

"Don't forget the Super Competitive League's ban, Lord Captain."

Fang Hong couldn't help but clench his fist.

The boy from the Song of Ashes, at this moment, answered tremblingly: "...When she sees us, she often wears a black trench coat; she's not tall, but striking in appearance." He understood there was no retreat, thus he closed his eyes and walked to the end of a dark road.

He thought, as long as he didn't violate the "Stargate Declaration," the Prime Minister's side could always shelter him, along with the benefits promised by those people, his days in Eteliria would be long.

The Praetor asked another question: "What kind of black trench coat."

"...I'm not quite sure," the boy feigned a recall, actually scripting his own lines: "But definitely not something a civilian can afford, oh... it has a brooch on it..."

"What kind of brooch."

"Seems to be a book."

People couldn't help but fall silent.

Glances were cast upon the high platform.

People looked at the quiet boy behind the Duke, that was the Natural History Medal, for the entire Phoenix Family, and even the whole Dulun, only this unpopular Duke's youngest son possesses one.

He has a good relationship with Feyos, and Feyos has always liked wearing her master's emblem, as a kind of honor, known to all.

The other party is unconventional, and walks closely with the Invoker, causing people to waver. In their minds, perhaps Miss Feyos wouldn't do such things.

But the latter might be different.

Only then did the Praetor turn around, his eyes also fell on this young man. "Mr. Enan Modkaiser," he asked blandly: "Do you not want to say something?"

"Say what?"

"It's well known—"

Enan interrupted him calmly: "Merely hearsay."

The Praetor smiled instead of getting angry: "Hearsay? But that's your family's Phoenix, it's the emblem of justice."

Enan corrected softly: "You're wrong, Praetor, that belongs to the Southern Region's Holy Sword, not just my family."

He paused again: "But it's just a sword, Praetor, forgive me for never hearing such a hasty trial? You want to judge something based on a sword's opinion?"

The Dulun Regent felt a hint of surprise for the first time.

He didn't expect a member of the Phoenix Family to regard the Phoenix Holy Sword this way—no wonder the Duke doesn't favor this person, if it were him, he wouldn't accept it.

"Enan." The Duke frowned beside him, speaking in a low voice.

But the boy only glanced at his father, the look in the Duke's eyes clearly carried doubt.

He sighed inwardly, feeling a bit disappointed.

The Praetor also watched the two, the scene he imagined did not occur, he thought the boy would be somewhat panic-stricken, however, the old man's reaction was in line with his expectations.

Fortunately, this is just a beginning.

"I've said nothing yet, Mr. Enan," the Praetor responded: "But I do have some evidence here, which needs your explanation."

He turned back, looking towards an old man in the square.

The boy saw this scene and slightly frowned. "Mr. Palomo," the Praetor began: "It's your turn, talk about your experiences."

The old man glanced timidly at Enan Modkaiser.

From afar, Fang Hong saw this scene and a sudden realization hit him.

And only then did the Praetor turn again, facing both, with a cold smile: "The July uprising just happened, of course, after that, the Westwood Sibika family has already turned around. But the mastermind behind, Count Westwood Sibika has a daughter, not long ago, this lady escaped our surveillance range—"

"Both we and the Holy Chosen's Super Competitive League have exact evidence, proving this young lady has stayed in Dulun for a time, and recently, we caught one of the masterminds behind this case."

He looked at the Duke, and answered word by word: "Duke, you should have heard of this matter?"

"I did hear about how you couldn't even catch a little girl," the Duke replied expressionlessly: "If I remember correctly, in the end, she got away."

The Praetor's face darkened.

He took a deep breath and then smiled again: "That's not important, what matters is we have secured another lead."

He raised his voice: "This time, we're only asking the person involved. So Mr. Palomo, who gave your master, Lady Miranda, the order?"

"It was Miss Feyos, sir," the old man stammered: "Miss Feyos brought those people to our inn..."

"Do you have evidence?"

"I do, I privately hid some letters between Miss Feyos and Lady Miranda, proving their relationship."

The citizens were already in uproar.

But the Praetor ignored the crowd and just turned back: "Mr. Enan?"

Enan's expression was calm, as if he were apart from the matter: "Please go on."

"So how are you going to explain this time?"

"Explain what?"

"Do you mean you didn't partake in this?"

Enan remained silent for the first time.

The Praetor lifted his head to look toward the square, answering seemingly absent-mindedly:

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