With a face full of whiskers, Jeff kicked away the stool on the ground and stared silently at the lifeless corpse on the floor.
The leader of the Green Dog Brothers died with an expression of excitement, the training whip still tightly held in his palm.
The second one had a ferocious face, eyes wide open, muscles in a state of excitement even after his death.
"The murder weapon was a sharp sword, with traces of Fire Magic."
A middle-aged man in a white Wizard Robe checked the corpse on the ground, shook his head as he stood up:
"The person who acted is quite skilled, clean and efficient in killing without leaving many clues."
"Fire Magic?" Jeff's eyes narrowed:
"Could it be Lynn?"
"Lynn?" The man was first surprised, seemed to recall who the name referred to, then shook his head and said:
