In the office of the Chief Justice of the Palais Mermonia, Neuvillette was buried in a pile of thick case files.
His brow was furrowed, indicating that the case he was dealing with was quite thorny.
At this moment, the office door was gently pushed open, and Tywin walked in with steady steps.
"Chief Justice Neuvillette, did you call for me?" he asked respectfully.
Neuvillette looked up and put down the case file in his hand. "Chief Tywin, how is your investigation into the disappearance of the girl Linsey going?"
Tywin shook his head slightly, a hint of helplessness on his face. "Unfortunately, we haven't found any valuable clues yet. After preliminary analysis, the Marechaussee Phantom believes that this case should be related to the serial disappearances of young girls and is the work of the same perpetrator."
Neuvillette's expression turned serious, and he asked in a cold voice, "Chief Tywin, please tell me, how many girls have disappeared in the past ten years?"
Tywin pondered for a moment and said hesitantly, "About… twenty or so."
As soon as he finished speaking, Neuvillette's face suddenly became even colder.
He corrected him word by word, "No, a total of twenty-four girls have disappeared."
"I… I'm sorry."
Tywin realized his mistake and immediately apologized.
Neuvillette did not accept his apology and continued in a deep voice, "The Marechaussee Phantom has been investigating this case for ten years. Until now, you haven't even found a single valuable clue."
His tone was full of disappointment and dissatisfaction.
Tywin was silent, unable to offer any defense.
Investigating a case for ten years with no progress was simply unacceptable.
But the details of the serial disappearances of young girls were too confusing.
The missing girls seemed to have suddenly vanished from the face of the earth, and no trace of them could be found.
The Marechaussee Phantom had been trying to catch the killer for ten years, but they were still empty-handed.
After a moment, Tywin raised his head, his eyes flashing with determination. "Chief Justice Neuvillette, please give us a little more time. I firmly believe that the Marechaussee Phantom will be able to find out the truth and catch the real culprit."
However, Neuvillette no longer had any hope for the Marechaussee Phantom. "Chief Tywin, I plan to hand this case over to the West Factory for investigation. Please do your best to cooperate with them."
Tywin felt a burst of frustration and anger in his heart, and his hands clenched tightly involuntarily, his knuckles turning white.
Letting the newly established West Factory replace the centuries-old Marechaussee Phantom to investigate the case was undoubtedly a huge insult to the Marechaussee Phantom.
He took a deep breath, trying his best to calm his surging emotions, and then said in an almost pleading tone, "Chief Justice Neuvillette, I implore you to reconsider this decision."
Neuvillette's gaze was like two sharp blades, piercing straight into Tywin's eyes. "Chief Tywin, I have given the Marechaussee Phantom too much time and opportunity. I can no longer tolerate any more Fontaine girls disappearing into this unknown darkness."
"I understand." Tywin could only resign himself to his fate.
Then, he took his leave.
After stepping out of the Palais Mermonia, he could no longer maintain his composure and calmness. His face instantly became extremely gloomy, like a lion choosing someone to devour.
Once the West Factory finds out the real culprit, the position of the Marechaussee Phantom will be in jeopardy.
This organization, which has similar powers to the Marechaussee Phantom, will inevitably rise and completely replace them.
The Marechaussee Phantom will inevitably be marginalized and reduced to an insignificant supporting role.
This is absolutely unacceptable to the Lannis family!
It seems that some things must be done in advance.
Tywin's eyes gradually became cold and cunning, like a venomous snake about to launch a deadly attack, his pupils contracting into a thin line.
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On the wide lawn behind Lin Yide's villa, the sunlight sprinkled down like fine silk, adding a bit of brilliance to an intense and exciting sword duel.
The two sides of the sword duel were Clorinde and Lin Yide.
Although the scene looked very intense, anyone with a discerning eye could see that Lin Yide had completely controlled the battle. Every time he swung his sword, he seemed calm and unhurried.
Clorinde, on the other hand, could only struggle to cope and barely hold on under the opponent's fierce offensive like a storm.
After a while, Lin Yide casually knocked Clorinde's sword away, also announcing the end of the duel.
Lynette and Lyney, who were watching from the sidelines, had prepared towels and sent them over for them to wipe their sweat.
Lin Yide affectionately touched the little heads of Lynette and Lyney, which made the two little guys' faces bloom with bright smiles.
Clorinde was still panting, and crystal beads of sweat slid down her fair cheeks. The white slime on her chest gently trembled with her heavy breathing, rippling circles of delicate waves in the air.
She reached out and took the towel handed over from the side, gently wiping the sweat from her face, but her gaze turned to Lin Yide with a complex expression.
Recalling the duel more than a month ago, she could still fight Lin Yide back and forth. Although she was slightly inferior, the gap was not significant.
However, today, Lin Yide's swordsmanship has become beyond her reach.
His talent and speed of progress in swordsmanship are simply amazing. Even using the term "peerless genius" to describe him seems far from enough.
"Clorinde, your swordsmanship is indeed fast and precise, but there are also many shortcomings." Lin Yide objectively commented, "Your attack strength is slightly insufficient, and you lack variety."
After hearing this, Clorinde fell into deep thought.
As a woman, she does have a natural disadvantage in strength, which is difficult to compensate for.
Moreover, increasing strength means that she must increase her body weight, which will lead to a decline in her speed, which is somewhat not worth the loss.
But adding changes to the attack is a very good direction for improvement.
Just as she was about to ask for further advice, Old Dirk came over, interrupting their conversation.
"Young master, Chief Justice Neuvillette sent someone to deliver a message, asking you to go to the Palais Mermonia immediately."
"Okay, I'll go over now." Lin Yide nodded in response.