My Immoral Detective System Chapter 12

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After transformation, Zion walked over to the nearest river and glanced at his reflection. What stared back at him was a young man who had dwarf ears that extended long.

His human appearance in this world was still the same. He had seen the face of the body that the Methu man gave him earlier, and coincidentally, his original face and the body's appearance matched. Even Zion was confused about this. ​​

But when he had asked the system, that stupid furry man just explained that for the sake of convenience, his boss gave Zion a body that had a similar constitution to that in his original world.

Now that he glanced at his appearance after transformation, it changed completely. His original silver hair transformed into curly black, and his blue eyes became deep brown. It was a good thing that his face shape was still a triangle, and the mole on his neck was still visible clearly.

Even his height changed little. He just transformed from a 6'1 human to a 5'7 Dhampir.

And the most important thing was that no one would be able to connect him to the servant 52, who had silver hair and blue eyes attractive enough to allure anyone. At least, now he wasn't looking like a magnet who could draw everyone's attention.

After getting up, he glanced at the system, who was puffing up his chest in pride.

"Excellent work."

"Humph!" The system squinted his eyes. "If not for me, you'd be dead already."

Zion nodded as if he believed the system's words and didn't talk any nonsense after that.

When he transformed, even his clothing altered. From a human with rugged clothes, he became an aristocrat with red-colored medieval England robes with black buttons and silver stripes at the hem.

Half an hour later, he got a carriage that took him straight toward the palace. Since he was an aristocrat, no one objected to his words. They even believed his excuse was that a thief stole his money.

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The half-vampire and half-minotaur driver glanced at Zion with a trace of sympathy in his eyes and drove the latter for free. The driver even urged Zion to pay up the money later.

So Zion didn't object, and even happily sat inside the carriage.

If they still had the technology, perhaps he could have taken a taxi rather than a carriage. He sighed, thinking about it.

Zion didn't know why someone would just abandon technology. Whether it was the fault of humans or other races, the people who suffered were ordinary people. Their lives would have been easier with technology. But some people refused to give others that luxury and discarded the use of such aspects just because a few humans were greedy!

There should be a reason behind this; otherwise, no one would say no to technology. Zion frowned upon, thinking of this.

While Zion was still in his thoughts, they reached the palace. Since he was an aristocrat, no one stopped his advances. The guards quickly brought him to the court before the king, who was busy chatting with the same blonde person Zion had seen earlier, and another man with brownish hair. Both of them were sitting on either side below the stage, where the king sat with a golden crown on his head.

Two more people stood, and he had met one of them—the girl who was with Princess Lia earlier. And beside her, another boy of the same age stared at his feet in a daze with a blank gaze.

Zion narrowed his eyes. This person looked more like he had trouble focusing on one thing.

As soon as Rhesus saw Zion, he smiled and clapped hands. Servants soon came forward and bowed to their king as the latter said, "Arrange the sitting arrangement for Mr…."

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Zion hadn't yet chosen a name for himself in this aristocratic identity. So he randomly made it up. "Vincent."

The servants went and cleaned up a chair beside the blonde man on the king's left.

While this was going on, Zion glanced at the people present in this hall from the corner of his eyes. The blonde smiled gently at the king while talking in a slow but concise way. He said everything with his voice that sounded more ethereal.

Other than that, the brown-haired man sitting opposite to him snorted and argued on every single sentence uttered by the blonde, and the king watched the two people before his eyes argue like this but didn't interrupt the two people.

And the girl in the pink dress acted as arrogant as ever and scolded the boy beside her every minute, but the latter didn't bother replying. It almost felt as if this boy wasn't even consciously present in this hall and daydreamed while staring blankly at his feet.

Zion didn't know which of these people could be the murderer. From a glance, they seemed normal, but he knew there should be more to the eye.

So after settling down, he smiled at the king and said with a respectful voice, "Your Majesty, I have a request to make."

The king nodded and gestured to say something.

"My king, I belong to a place attached to the city of Bridgeport, Jamestown. I used to work as a private detective to help the locals solve the crime and lead a peaceful life."

The king nodded in understanding. The city from where the king operated was Bridgeport, and attached to it were several towns and small cities that came together to become the kingdom of Norham under Vanne Dynasty. The place called Jamestown was also near the central city, and many Dhampir aristocrats lived there.

So Rhesus didn't doubt Zion's words, who sneakily used the information he had got from the library.

"Then you came here to gain more fame?" The king guessed why this aristocrat must be here since things like this had happened a lot in the past.

Zion smiled. His surrounding aura changed when the system altered his appearance. It seemed like he and Zion were two different people who cannot be the same person. While the modern detective was cold and arrogant, this aristocrat seemed gentle and silent, with a trace of warmth in his voice that could make anyone respect him.

Vincent would smile often and make others feel at ease whenever he was around. This kind of acting made Zion even a better detective. That was precisely why he was famous in his previous life.

So he parted his lips and said, "Your Majesty, I've heard about the case of murder in this palace, and I wanted to help you."

The king raised his brows while the brown-haired, arrogant person frowned. The blonde one didn't show any reaction, but his gaze lingered on Zion for a moment. But Rhesus wasn't looking at the blonde and brown-haired people. Instead, he glanced at this aristocrat with a surprised gaze after hearing those words. "How can you help me?"

Zion's lips curved up momentarily. This king fell into his traps with ease. "The murder case isn't simple, and I suspect the murderer is currently present in this hall."

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