In theory, it was indeed possible for that infamous demigod to have been killed with a single shot.
But if Herom had really died to this revolver, where was the body?
Looking at Knight before him, Fu Qian fell into thought for a moment.
He had already looked around. There were no traces of blood or anything like that.
Even if the body had been dealt with afterward, it was a demigod's corpse. It couldn't have left no traces at all.
And as he'd walked here, he hadn't sensed any supernatural power anywhere in the manor.
No, that wasn't quite true.
Strictly speaking, there was a trace right in front of him.
Fu Qian glanced at the frost on the ground, then looked at the top of Knight's head.
Though they were indoors, the old man was wearing a black top hat. It felt a little strange.
"Do you drink?"
After chatting with Fu Qian for a few moments, Knight seemed to have regained some of his composure.
He slowly turned sideways, set the revolver aside, and picked up his glass again. He even offered Fu Qian a drink.
"No, thanks. Help yourself."
Fu Qian made a gesture.
Knight didn't insist. His hand trembled slightly as he picked up the bottle.
He'd barely poured half a glass of golden liquor before eagerly lifting it to his mouth.
But in the next moment, he froze with the glass raised.
Hm?
Fu Qian glanced over and understood what had happened.
All it had taken was a moment's pause. The chill radiating from Knight had frozen the liquor in the conical glass solid. It wouldn't pour at all.
Crash!
The glass shattered on the floor.
Knight whipped around, his eyes already bloodshot.
"Why is there ice? Who are you? Did you kill Sean?"