"Grand Marshal is in a rage!" Adjutant Jikir cautiously pointed at the Grand Marshal's office as he spoke to David.
General Milton had suddenly been assassinated and killed. Before Grand Marshal Andre had even begun an investigation, he had summoned David to his office.
David gave Adjutant Jikir a grateful smile. Naturally, he understood why Grand Marshal Andre was angry.
Adjutant Jikir pushed open the office door but did not enter, merely motioning for David to go in.
He did not want to face an enraged Grand Marshal Andre either. If he went in, he would be scolded along with David.
"David, what am I supposed to say about you?" Contrary to what Adjutant Jikir had said, after David entered the office, Grand Marshal Andre rose and walked over to him, pointing at him helplessly.
If Grand Marshal Andre had pointed at David and berated him, or flown into a rage, David could have pretended that he knew nothing about General Milton's death.
After all, the real culprit had already been captured, and the scene of the crime had been witnessed by several Transcendents. With so many witnesses, no charge could possibly fall on him.
"I didn't want to make a move either. If General Milton had merely wanted to deal with me, I could have endured it. But he was preparing to send people after my family!" David did not argue. He explained in a deep voice.
Grand Marshal Andre sighed inwardly. So it really had been David.
Earlier, Grand Marshal Andre had been ninety percent certain, because intelligence from his agents showed that what had happened at the Federal Military Equipment Department Research Institute had been arranged by General Milton's adjutant.
Ordinarily, this would not have been such a major matter. Although General Milton had acted somewhat excessively,