"Stand down, immediately carry out the instructions given by this Bishop."
Samuel bowed and responded.
"Yes, Lord Bishop, Samuel takes his leave."
Seeing that Simo had nothing to say, Samuel retreated and left Simo's bedroom.
With the sound of the double wooden doors opening and closing.
The spacious bedroom, illuminated by the light of the oil lamp, fell into silence.
Only Simo, sitting on the wooden chair by the desk, breathing heavily.
Simo moved his right arm, pulled open the robe in front of him, and looked at his chest.
The wound, pierced deeply by a dagger, was constantly healing in the flowing white light.
The coldness in Simo's eyes grew stronger.
Even though the Raven Killer had not yet been captured.
Simo already guessed in his heart that the real culprits were some of the free nobles in the city.
The reason for wanting to capture the killer.
Revenge was secondary.
Simo wanted more to use the Raven Killer as evidence to convict those free nobles!
