?Chapter 1246: Chapter 1246 Sris Grove’s Arrow   Chapter 1246: Chapter 1246 Sris Grove’s Arrow                                   “Jonas Brandon, dead?”


    Everton Davenport found it hard to believe.


    The pce had top-notch security measures, and idents were unheard of.


    Even now, with foreign guests visiting, everyone who entered The North Sea was registered and present in the Eight-direction Pce.


    No one left at any point.


    Even when Granny Xihua went to negotiate with the Arhat of Homicide, she was apanied by attendants of The North Sea—leaving the royal court.


    Oracio Martin’s death had already shocked him.


    Now, the formidable Military Governor of The North Sea, Jonas Brandon, had died too?


    Everton Davenport could no longer sit still!


    He stood up, walked to the center of the great hall, and single-handedly picked up the blood-stained arrow.


    It was Sris Grove’s specialized arrow.


    Forged from pure steel, it bore The North Sea’s unique dragon pattern.


    “Has it been verified?”


    Everton Davenport asked coldly.


    “Your Majesty, the blood has been checked, and it’s undoubtedly Jonas Brandon’s. Furthermore, after an autopsy, the cause of death has been confirmed. The fatal arrow pierced the heart, precisely the one you’re holding.”


    The prefect of Star City was pale.


    The consecutive troubles in the royal court scared him.


    “Where are the Left and Right Ministers?” Looking at the bloodied arrow in front of him, Everton Davenport’s pupils shrank sharply!


    Such a scandal, once out, would leave The North Sea’s reputation in tatters!


    To have high officials killed one after another on their own ground.


    How would the outside world view The North Sea?


    “The matter is of great importance; I took the liberty to keep it under wraps. The Left and Right Ministers are resting and have not been disturbed,” the prefect of Star City said with a grave voice.


    “Good!”


    Everton Davenport nodded, pointing to a court official, “Summon Sris Grove directly, without rming the Right Minister! Be quick!”


    “Yes!”


    The court official bowed deeply and hastily left the great hall.


    Jonas Brandon’s connections with the Left Minister were well-known to all.


    And Sris Grove was the adopted son of the Right Minister!


    Oracio Martin was killed justst night, and the Left Minister personally dealt with Nancy Ophelia; the feud between the two Prime Ministers was evident.


    This assassination was likely an act of revenge.


    This was a significant event; he had to weigh it carefully.


    At that moment.


    Sris Grove was sitting alone in front of the Right Minister Mansion, staring into the dark night sky.


    Three empty wine jarsy before him.


    A dish of peanuts, nearly eaten, and a crushed wine cup.


    He was drunk.


    But his heart remained clear.


    Tomorrow was the grand ceremony, Princess Baylor Davenport would be engaged to that young man!


    With the marriage bestowed by the king himself, no one could change the fact.


    Unless, the appointed son-inw of The North Sea happened to die suddenly.


    But Sris Grove couldn’t ept it!


    He didn’t want to watch powerlessly as the woman he loved became someone else’s wife!


    Yet, he was helpless.


    He hated!


    Hated that his three arrows back then hadn’t killed the rival!


    Those three arrows!


    Sris Grove was known as a godlike archer.


    Three arrows, enough to kill many experts.


    But s, he missed!


    “From ancient times, heroes have been matched with beauties! I, Sris,ck the power, and can only watch Princess Baylor Davenport fly with another!” Sris Grove lifted the wine jar, his eyes moist.


    One day!


    He would kill the man who took his goddess from him!


    “Jorvik Reed, my arrow will always await you!”


    Crack!


    Sris Grove smashed the empty jar to the ground, burying his face in hands as he wept.


    “General Grove!”


    At this moment.


    A voice suddenly called out.


    “Who!”


    In less than half a second, Sris Grove took an arrow, drew his bow!


    Smooth and swift!


    Even in drunken sorrow!


    The alertness of an archer will never fade.


    “By the King’s verbal order, you are summoned to enter the pce! General Grove, the King’smand cannot be vited, please follow me quickly!”


    A minister dressed in the court attire of The North Sea approached Sris Grove and whispered, “Do not cause amotion.”


    “Yes!”


    Sris Grove wiped away his tears, put away his bow and arrows, and stood up to follow the elder away.


    Along the way, he asked all sorts of questions, but the other party remained silent like a deaf-mute,


    Not replying a word.


    Finally,


    The two arrived in front of the grand hall.


    “Your Majesty!”


    Sris Grove knelt on one knee and bowed deeply.


    “General Grove, I asked you herete at night because I want to inquire about something,” Everton Davenport, clutching the arrow, walked up to General Grove and gently handed it over, “Take a look, does this belong to you?”


    Sris Grove hurriedly took it with both hands, examining it closely.


    “Yes!”


    This statement left the ministers in the court somewhat stunned.


    Confessing to the crime?


    “Did you kill the man?” Everton Davenport, learning from Oracio Martin’s previous lesson, did not handle the matter in the Eight-direction pce but brought it to the court.


    Inside the court, there were only people from The North Sea.


    “Who?”


    General Grove didn’t quite understand.


    He had been sitting at the entrance of the Right Minister Mansion drinking; whom had he killed?


    “Jonas Brandon!”


    The local magistrate of Star City pped his hands, and a stretcher was immediately brought in from outside.


    When the stretcher was ced in front of Sris Grove, the magistrate of Star City suddenly lifted the white cloth!


    Showing the face of Jonas Brandon, who had died with his eyes wide open.


    “Is this… General Brandon?”


    Sris Grove widened his eyes, surprised, “General Brandon was fine this afternoon, how could he suddenly be dead?”


    “General Brandon was indeed killed by your arrow!”


    Everton Davenport said coldly.


    “No!”


    Sris Grove copsed to the ground, looking at the bloodstained arrow in his hand, “Could it be…”


    “Indeed!”


    The local magistrate of Star City stepped forward, pointing at General Grove, “General Brandon was shot through the heart with an arrow. You ought to give an exnation. Otherwise, this will be hard for you to clear up.”


    The Left Minister and Right Minister were at odds.


    And Nancy Ophelia had been killed by the Left Minister.


    General Grove was the sworn son of the Right Minister, so seeking revenge made sense.


    After all, the one who died was the belovedmander of the Left Minister.


    “I was guarding the entrance to the Right Minister’s mansion all night, not leaving an inch! The guards at the entrance and the Right Minister himself can testify!” Cold sweat ran down Sris Grove’s forehead, sobering him up instantly.


    It seemed he could jump into the Yellow River and still not wash himself clean!


    “But this arrow is yours!” the magistrate of Star City stroked his beard and said, “Is there anyone in the world who could steal General Grove’s arrow?”


    Hearing this, Sris Grove hastily took a closer look at the arrow in his hands.


    The shaft had a serial number.


    NO.521.


    The craftsmanship required for his arrows was exceptionally high.


    And this unique technique of forging arrows, only Sris Grove himself was privy to.


    The feathers for the arrows were all self-made.


    Outsiders could not evene near.


    Each arrow had a unique serial number.


    When General Grove reached for an arrow, his right hand would just catch the serial number.


    Every time he shot, he knew the serial number of the arrow he fired.


    521!


    One hour ago!


    “This arrow, I shot it out an hour ago! Right in front of the entrance to the Right Minister Mansion!” General Grove, as if suddenly recalling something, blurted out quickly, “It’s possible that someone took this arrow away! And then framed me!”


    “An hour ago? Why did you shoot the arrow?”


    The magistrate of Star City asked again!


    This time the victim was not from the Commissioner’s Office, but a Military Governor!


    With the restoration of The North Sea imminent, the death of the Military Governor would be a huge blow!


    “An hour ago, someone was lurking at the door of the Prime Minister Mansion! After I warned them and they did note forward, I shot an arrow!”


    Sris Grove’s face turned pale, “I really didn’t kill anyone!”


    “Attendants, go check in front of the Prime Minister’s mansion for any arrows left behind!” the magistrate of Star City waved his hand, and the attendants immediately ran out.


    “I remember now!”


    p!


    Sris Grove suddenly pped his forehead, looking at Everton Davenport: “Left Minister! Right after I shot the arrow, the Left Minister just happened to appear!”