Chapter 50 - Chapter 50: Chapter 49 Mr. Humor (1/2)

Chapter 50: Chapter 49 Mr. Humor

Byrne had actually reacted the moment the other party drew the gun.

He forcibly endured his instinct not to dodge.

Fein City’s Sheriff Renzo, as a mainstay of the Lion clan and a mid-level Transmutation Knight Extraordinary Exponent, had absolutely no chance of defeating him at close quarters.

Byrne instantly judged that any frivolous attempt to dodge might prompt the other’s next attack, and that not resisting was the correct choice.

Sheriff Renzo hesitated slightly, the young man before him was calmer and more composed than he had expected, without the panic and screaming he had anticipated.

“I am not the murderer.”

Sheriff Renzo was also unsure whether Byrne of the Fischer family was the actual murderer.

He was just trying to intimidate the other party, figuring that once Byrne was caught off guard, he could easily extract a lot of information.

But now, looking into the young man’s calm eyes, Sheriff Renzo felt uncertain again.

“First, tell me why you are here.”

Byrne looked around and, feeling that the murderer was not nearby, explained very calmly:

“The butler can testify for me, just one minute ago I had come upstairs, and you arrived shortly after. Moreover, I had an appointment with Mr. Gold in advance, and did not barge in.”

He paused, shook his head, and said:

“If I really wanted to kill him, leaving so many traces would be simply ludicrous; anyone would be able to trace it back to me immediately.”

“Moreover, Mr. Gold and I are close business partners. Our business has always been well, and there are no conflicts. I have absolutely no motive.”

Having said that, Byrne gazed into the other’s eyes and slowly revealed a smile:

“Put the gun down, Sheriff Renzo.”

Sheriff Renzo calmly lowered the gun; even if the murderer really was Byrne, he was fully confident in his ability to deal with him, with or without firearms.

“Thank you.”

Byrne concealed his dissatisfaction and, as calmly as possible, walked forward, slowly turning to survey everything in the room quickly.

“Profound Memory” was at work.

While gazing at the blood next to the bullet hole, he still felt dizzy due to his innate fear of blood, but he was no longer so easily knocked down.

He was well aware that he was no longer the boy who could rely on his father, and that as an adult, he did not have the right to just “fall down”.