Of course, Qi Zhongbin visited more than one place that night.
Some of the recent incidents in the Capital City had indeed been the work of so-called mages, while others had not been caused by mortals at all. He might as well clean them all up.
Early the next morning, constables from the Heaven-Bearing Prefectural Office arrived at another grand residence, accompanied, naturally, by the Imperial Guards.
Another mage had died, and this death was even stranger. The Imperial Guards keeping watch were unharmed, and even the mage's disciples had slept soundly, hearing nothing.
After a long while, the constables from the Heaven-Bearing Prefectural Office and the Imperial Guard officer responsible for this residence emerged from the room together, their expressions distinctly grave.
"He was clearly burned to death, and there are signs of a struggle on the bed, yet the bedding never caught fire. Worse still, no one noticed anything."
"Yes, this is even trickier than the last case. Only one person died, but whoever did it was far more skilled!"
The renowned constables of Heaven-Bearing Prefecture were already seasoned investigators, while the Imperial Guard officers had dealt with so many sorcerers over the past few months that even those without experience had been forced to learn a great deal.
"But why aren't those disciples the least bit sad? Brother Fu, could they have secretly murdered their own master?"
At the Imperial Guard commandant's question, Fu Xinbo, who had come to investigate, nodded.
"It's not impossible, but I think it's more because this mage had a peculiar temperament and treated his disciples poorly. All of them have old or recent injuries to some degree. Still, we'll have to take them back to the office and question them."
Even as he spoke, Fu Xinbo's expression remained grave.
Last night,