Chapter 95: Talk with prefect (1/2)
”A Prefect? What kind of job that is?” Layn asked his girl while obediently following after the man. While others might deem it stupid to just accept the orders from some random stranger, Layn didn't want to stir up the trouble in this place as well.
With his schemes back in the academy coming to fruition, there was bound to be some people that would pay everything to catch him. Be it for the sake of revenge or just for the sake of learning how he created the treasure, it didn't matter. The explosion of his treasure, although not made by his hands, effectively made him a fugitive.
And by causing trouble and making his name and face well-known in the warcamp was the shortest way to ensure that once the hunting season would start, someone from the academy would surely recognize him!
”A Prefect? Well, how do I say this…” Irea got caught off-guard by the question, raising her hand to her chin to think about the proper answer.
”Basically, he is the man responsible for keeping order and laws in the warcamp.” Pavrien got ahead of the girl, explaining the situation to Layn right away. ”He is not from the military so there won't be any voices accusing the military of tyrannical conduct in this place… But it doesn't mean he doesn't have ties with them.”
Layn raised his eyes at the man's back. Given how they willingly followed after him, he had no reason to arrest them or limit their freedom. 'From how Pavrier phrased it, they are quite wary of crossing the borders of their responsibilities.' Layn noticed before shaking his head.
”We are here, come, have a seat.” The Prefect said while pointing his hand at a set of small, outdoor tables hidden under the shadow of huge umbrellas shielding them from the sun.
”With pleasure.” Layn nodded his head with respect to the man before following his next order and taking a seat.
”Now then, let's not make this any longer than necessary. You must be wondering why I invited you for an interrogation, are you not?” A smirk appeared on the prefect's face.
”No? Not really.” Layn countered without a second thought. From the moment a word interrogation appeared, the archmage instantly set himself for the simplest tactics of dealing with the policing forces of any kind.
The rule of denying everything.
”Then it's too bad for you because I will tell you anyway.” Prefect's lips trembled a bit, momentarily disfiguring his smirk. Yet, he was a man with enough experience to keep his face relatively composed. ”You guys are suspected of committing murder on Kerren and the entire party he hired before departing this place for the last time.”
Pulling out a stack of papers out of nowhere, Antion slammed them on the desk. 'His message is rather clear, those papers have something to do with that case,' thought Layn before raising his eyes and looking the Prefect directly in the eye.
”Sir, with all due respect, but if your only evidence of the murder of… wait, what was the name?” Layn asked while turning his head around to Irea.
”Kerren. Don't ask me for his team's name, never bothered to remember it.” Irea shrugged her arms as she answered.
”Right, Kerren.” said Layn as a wide smile blossomed on his lips. ”I remember that bastard. What about him?” the archmage asked with a smirk appearing on his lips.
”He is dead. They found his body, along with bodies of several experts that he hired, cast aside on the northern road.” The Prefect said before placing his finger on the fat stack of papers. ”The same road you guys were reported to take while retreating from the war camp. Or was the report wrong?”