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"..."
The emotions were complex, truly very complex.
Sitting in the rented horse-drawn carriage, Ronald found it hard to describe his current feelings.
Just a second ago, he was sitting in his seat, hoping for a quiet weekend, then to formally introduce Nicole and Swift next week, and the three of them to start the investigation of the warden’s estate.
But the exhibition hadn’t even arrived.
The Divine Cody in his hand slapped him first.
A quiet weekend was looking unlikely.
Based on past experiences when the Divine Cody’s powers were activated, the current situation suggested that in the nearby country estate, there had been so serious fraudulent activity amongst the mystical community.
This timing, this place, this event.
Ronald had no trouble guessing what was going on!
It must be just like what Hanson ntioned last week; certain individuals with ulterior motives had gotten wind of the "Ginkgo Leaf Comrcial Alliance" event showcasing the unicorn’s horn and had now made their move.
The value of such a rare item had indeed tempted so.
So, Ronald raised his hand and knocked on the side of the carriage.
Rap rap—
"Please stop here, this is fine for ."
The driver, sensing Ronald’s movents inside the carriage, was a bit puzzled but obediently brought the carriage to a stop.
"Whoosh—"
The carriage slowed and stopped, and Ronald imdiately jumped out.
At the sa ti, the driver called out from above:
"Sir, we’re almost at the location."
"What are you going to...?"
Ronald simply pulled out the fare and threw it to the driver, that’s when he ran toward the estate and said:
"Drop off here is fine, go back to the city."
"..."
Watching Ronald’s retreating back, the driver sat in the carriage for a mont, stunned, before he started counting the coins in his hand.
The passenger had given the exact fare.
With a puzzled expression, the driver shook his head and then turned the carriage around to head back to the city.
If that’s what the custor likes, then so be it.
After all, he had received his pay.
At this mont, he wasn’t too keen on driving to the countryside anyway.
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anwhile, Ronald was hurrying towards the estate.
Not knowing the exact situation of the exhibition venue, he chose not to take the carriage directly into the estate. After all, the distance was no longer too far, and it was better to go quietly on foot to avoid alerting anyone.
As he moved forward, Ronald flicked his right hand.
The original with the black cover appeared in his hand just as it always had:
"Its na is Styx,
The dark water flows downwards, running to the gloomy and steep cliff base.
..."
Scout the area before approaching.
The power of ’Fury’ was always quite useful for reconnaissance.
While on his way to the exhibition venue, Ronald had already gained a prior insight into the current situation inside the estate.
The number of guards, sentries, and patroln was all within normal range.
Only in the docunts room, where there should have been soone, was now completely empty.
Aside from that, the emotions of everyone else inside the estate were as calm as usual, without any major fluctuations.
This was just as Ronald had expected.
His magic and emotions were related, sothing both the Investigation Bureau and the Church beca aware of had spread to a certain extent throughout Greenwich.
After all, he was known as a ’pretty impressive Caster.’
Anyone on the mystical side with the ability to collect information largely knew there was soone like him around. And as mbers of the "Ginkgo Leaf Comrcial Alliance," these guys would naturally receive such news.
Since they were on guard,
The ability for emotional detection was not sothing he could rely on for now.
Instead, he had to use the sensation brought by the power of ’Fury’ as a tool to monitor everyone’s location.
"..."
With these thoughts, Ronald had already arrived in front of the estate.
The two guards at the gate straightened up imdiately upon seeing Ronald:
"Mr. Ronald, good morning!"
Ronald nodded at the two n:
"Good morning."
After taking a few steps into the estate, Ronald turned back and instructed them:
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"Right."
"Now, firmly lock the front door."
"And activate the manor’s lockdown spell imdiately."
"..."
Upon hearing Ronald’s orders, one guard imdiately asked in confusion,
"Mr. Ronald, what do you an by this?"
Ronald did not directly answer him.
Turning around, his gaze darkened, he asked very seriously,
"You two haven’t seen the docunts leave this place, have you?"
"..."
Hearing this question from Ronald, the two guards exchanged looks.
After a few seconds of silence,
One of them finally replied,
"No, Mr. Kevin should still be in his office."
As I thought...
Confirming his earlier suspicion, Ronald turned and entered the venue while instructing the two guards behind him,
"Then, Mr. Kevin’s situation is probably not looking too good."
"Right, one of you bring out the carriage, and head directly to the city to inform Mr. Everton of the trouble here."
"..."
Watching Ronald’s figure enter the venue, the guards finally realized that sothing serious had occurred within the manor.
Not daring to be negligent,
They imdiately acted upon Ronald’s instructions.
anwhile, Ronald who had entered the venue, hurried to the docunts’ office room.
His steps were swift, arriving in a mont.
By this ti, the sky outside the manor was getting brighter, yet the second floor was eerily quiet.
According to Ronald’s previous impression, this should be the ti when a new day of work begins, and even if there weren’t many people in the manor, it shouldn’t be this unnaturally quiet.
With a wave of his hand, the power of ’Fury’ turned into a mist of darkness that spread across the floor.
Surging, it helped Ronald search the second-floor corridor and even seeped into the office of the docunts.
Yet under these circumstances, the room remained unusually silent.
"Damn it!"
Knowing that sothing was terribly wrong, Ronald kicked the door.
Crack—
His enhanced physique was extraordinarily effective.
A simple wooden door stood no chance against his kick.
Imdiately after, Ronald saw the scene he had anticipated.
—The docunts’ corpse.
This man, in his thirties, now lay powerless on the ground.
The blood still flowing beneath him proved that he hadn’t been dead for long.
"Heh—"
With a cold laugh at the corner of his mouth,
Ronald was usually a man who liked to follow order, after all, he was a beneficiary of the system himself.
—Currently, there were no ordinary people from outside the mystical realm in this building.
—The suburban location, and the ti in the wee hours, also ensured there would be no eyewitnesses.
So...
He could let loose and get to work.
Turning to look at the corridor, the original text imdiately appeared in his hand.
The next second, thick black mist erupted from around Ronald, swirling furiously around everything!
Less than ten seconds had passed.
The corridor, the rooms, the main hall, the garden, the cellar...
The entire manor, initially prepared for the exhibition, was completely swallowed by the thick black mist.
The previous silence.
Instantly turned into the current stillness of death!
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At the sa ti, the guard who was about to drive the carriage into the city suddenly felt a chill on his back.
He instinctively looked back.
Then he swallowed hard.
"Gulp—"
The manor, not far behind him, had now turned into a pitch-black prison!
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