Chapter 1267: The Death of a City Clerk
Why did his attitude change so suddenly? I was certain that this city clerk wanted to reveal who had ordered him, but his attitude completely shifted during his convulsions a moment ago.
Moreover, I didn’t sense any fluctuations in spiritual or magical power. I was especially keeping a close eye on Rodrigo, and there were no unusual fluctuations or auras emanating from him.
If someone had cast a spell at this moment and in this place, they would undoubtedly have been discovered by the surrounding people, many of whom were strong individuals or possessed powerful spiritual senses.
“Lord City Lord! I was foolish for a moment! I was truly bewitched, please spare me!” The city clerk, as if his sanity had shattered, clung to the City Lord’s leg and wailed, tears smearing his leg.
The City Lord was already agitated. His dignity was shattered in front of the Marquis by the disgraceful act of one of his courtiers. This lower-class individual, who had embezzled his money, dared to touch his leg.
“Get lost!” He couldn’t help but kick, sending the city clerk sprawling to the ground. He cried out and rolled, then lay still.
At first, people thought he was faking death or unconsciousness, but my pupils widened. With my professional medical perspective, I could see at a glance that he had stopped breathing and his heart had stopped. He had died of sudden cardiac arrest.
“Make way!” I lunged forward, grabbed the courtier, and turned him over. His face was contorted with extreme pain, as if he had just undergone immense torture, and his life force was rapidly draining away.
“Damn it!” I immediately began performing CPR and chest compressions, but it was no use. I could feel his brainwaves had completely vanished. He had died of brain death.
“He, he’s dead?” someone nearby exclaimed in shock. Everyone could see he was dead now. Did he die just from the City Lord’s kick?
“No, it’s impossible that I kicked him to death. He must have been too guilty and scared himself to death!” The City Lord quickly shifted the blame.
It wasn’t that he cared about killing this person; the death of such a servant was not a big deal. The main thing was that he was worried about his reputation, fearing that others might suspect he had killed the prisoner to silence him.
Indeed, it was impossible for the City Lord to have kicked him to death. Although the kick was quite heavy, he was not an extraordinary person. His kicking strength was average, and he hadn’t hit a vital spot. This kick couldn’t kill someone.
But it was also impossible that he was scared to death. Sudden death doesn’t occur that quickly. He was more like someone who experienced sudden brain death, leading to immediate death. He had already died before his breathing or heart stopped.
There was no physical injury on the body. The death was so clean and neat, leaving no trace. There was only one possibility: it was caused by magic, but not a spell cast on the spot.
It was likely that his mind had been tampered with in advance. Once he thought of something or said something wrong, it would automatically trigger, killing him instantly to silence him.
The person I suspected most of being capable of this was Rodrigo. I had known from the start that this jester knew magic and was not just a simple clown. I was extremely wary of him.
By then, I had confirmed that the city clerk was beyond saving. His death was too sudden; he was already a corpse. Although I knew much of what he knew couldn’t be said in time, I could only helplessly stop the rescue attempts.
“Wait a minute! Who are you?” The City Lord suddenly looked at me. My sudden rush to rescue the city clerk had drawn everyone’s attention to me.
At this, I was momentarily at a loss for words. How should I introduce myself? And how could I explain my haste to rescue the man? If I couldn’t explain it clearly, I might be suspected by the City Lord and subjected to detention and interrogation.
The Knight Captain was also in a difficult situation. He wanted to help me by making excuses, but he needed to find an identity and a reason. He couldn’t think of anything for the moment.
Just then, a girl’s voice called out, extricating me from my predicament: “Ah! It’s you, you came too!?”
I looked up and saw Daijia. She was looking at me with a look of pleasant surprise. Viscount Lott, standing beside her, looked at her reaction with surprise and asked, “Daijia, is she the doctor who saved you?”
“Yes, it’s her!” Daijia said excitedly. Viscount Lott looked at me, seeming to recall something: “Are you the girl who went mad at that time?”
“Ah, you’ve seen my jester self, Viscount. My name is Lime, and I’m a doctor by profession. I lost my composure at that time, and I apologize for that. I happened to save Daijia after we were separated. I don’t understand what happened before,” I said, thinking quickly as I came up with an explanation.
Daijia froze for a moment. She knew my real name, but when I gave a false one, she immediately understood that I wanted to hide something. She didn’t expose me.
“Oh, oh! I see, yes. Daijia, I’m grateful to you.” Viscount Lott also smiled. He had gone mad in the final stages of fighting the Lust Demon, so he didn’t remember what happened at the end.
Of course, he wouldn’t say anything even if he did remember. He had suffered heavy losses during that incident, and he had also assaulted Daijia, which was a great scandal for him. He absolutely did not want to recall the specific details again.
So, we exchanged polite words, and in effect, reached a tacit understanding: neither side would reveal the truth of what happened that day.
“What? Lord Viscount Lott, do you know her?” the City Lord asked with a frown. He was displeased with our private exchange but his status was slightly lower than the Viscount’s, so he had to suppress his anger.
“Oh, we encountered some minor trouble on the road to Cando City and fought a demon. Thanks to the medical treatment from Doctor Lime, my people did not suffer any losses,” Viscount Lott said, glossing over the more significant aspects.
The Knight Captain finally caught up with the situation and stepped forward, saying, “Lord City Lord, she is a military doctor I recruited. I went forward to examine him when I saw him lying on the ground. I didn’t expect him to be dead.”
Hearing that I was just a military doctor, the City Lord lost interest. Rodrigo suddenly said, “The City Lord was simply angered by this person’s deception and corruption. He kicked him to death in a fit of rage. Remember, everyone, anyone who dares to engage in corruption in front of the City Lord will suffer this fate!”
His act of feigning authority was a masterful move, giving the City Lord an excuse. He presented it as the execution of a corrupt official in a fit of anger, preserving his image of authority in front of the Marquis.
The City Lord was indeed curious about how much the city clerk had embezzled and who his accomplices were. He still suspected that his kick was too coincidental to have killed someone.
However, he did not want to discuss family scandals in front of the Marquis, as it would reflect poorly on his management. So, he said, “Numanuer, the rest is up to you to handle. Dispose of his body, and please everyone, do not be affected. The ball continues!”
