Just like the fate of Elder Carter yesterday, Deputy Walt was dragged out for public execution.
But there were differences.
Elder Carter only acted within his own domain, taking minor advantages within his capabilities, which many could understand, and it didn’t cause public outrage.
However, Deputy Walt extended his reach into others’ territories, infringing on the interests of other elders.
After Rosie finished reading, no one rushed to claim they believed Deputy Walt; instead, they were eager to skin him alive!
——So this is how you’ve been undermining us in private?!
Faced with those fierce, predatory eyes, Deputy Walt was sweating profusely and hastily argued, "Elders, do not be enraged. Didn’t we say yesterday that all of this is fabricated by Nora Scott to sow discord among us? Don’t you understand yet, she is trying to create internal conflict among us!"
"..."
So elders were skeptical.
They didn’t truly trust Deputy Walt, but comparatively, they were even more reluctant to believe Nora Scott.
At that mont, Elder Carter, who had been like an invisible presence, suddenly raised his head, glanced at them with a haunting look, and then smiled in a chillingly sinister way, full of mockery and disdain.
The nearby elders couldn’t help but shiver.
It felt as if the temperature in the living room suddenly dropped a few degrees.
Rosie’s voice sounded again, "Now, please have Deputy Walt go to the study, the computer password is 233233."
Everything proceeded as it did yesterday.
Deputy Walt gritted his teeth, initially wanting to resist going but couldn’t overco the itching curiosity, combined with the intense stares from the elders due to the previous "Seven Deadly Sins," so he hesitated and chose to enter the study.
Similarly, he stayed there for an entire afternoon.
It wasn’t until nightfall that he re-erged.
The elders hoped he would be different, but at the first sight of him, they were utterly disappointed—Deputy Walt, like Elder Carter, had beco a shell of a man, a soulless wreck.
With his mouth shut tight and without uttering a word, he looked despondent.
He walked to the sofa, glanced at Elder Carter, t his eyes for three seconds, and then signed his na on his share of the new hall regulations, afterward sitting quietly beside Elder Carter.
In just a few hours, it was as if he’d beco a different person.
The remaining elders: ??? What exactly is hidden in that study, a Pandora’s box that devours a person’s soul and senses upon opening?!
...
The third day, the fourth day, the fifth day... all went the sa way.
Every noon, Rosie would inevitably call soone to recount the major sins, then the chosen elder would enter the study. The elders would stay for an entire afternoon, and upon coming out, they would sign their na imdiately, then silently find a spot to sit quietly.
As if waiting for the end of this performance.
The invisible pressure grew heavier, the atmosphere increasingly suffocating, it was almost unbearable.
The sixth day.
Agent Loughton (acting elder) opened his eyes, saw the walking corpses around him, and inevitably felt a bit panicked.
Only he and Elder Zhang were left.
He had a premonition that today he would be the chosen one—at least an 80% chance.
He was worried, anxious, because if his past vile deeds were exposed, he might not even survive to see the day he returned ho.
—He was rely an acting elder, not a true elder, and if he died on the way, it would rely be the death of "a mber within the hall," not causing any significant uproar.
He couldn’t let this matter be exposed!
Thus, waiting anxiously for the morning to end, he finally couldn’t hold back any longer and started tapping on walls, windows, the main door, even peeling off wallpaper and dismantling decorations, overturning everything to find the slightest hope of opening a chanism.
The five elders who had already given up struggling or thinking, numbly watched him, as if watching a monkey struggling frantically.
"Give up."
An old voice rang out heavily, pulling Agent Loughton back from the brink of breakdown.
He was rummaging through the trash can, turned his head upon hearing the voice, and saw that it was Elder Zhang, in the sa situation as him. His mouth moved slightly, and he mumbled, "How would we know if we don’t try; what if we manage to get out? Don’t you want that?"
Standing behind him, looking down at him from a height, Elder Zhang asked each word clearly, "Do you know who Nora Scott is?"
Agent Loughton frowned and snapped irritably, "I don’t want to kn—"
"She is Antonio Easton’s granddaughter."
Elder Zhang’s calm and powerful voice interrupted Agent Loughton’s words.
Agent Loughton’s voice abruptly stopped. He blinked in a daze, then looked up, the only glimr of hope in his eyes slowly extinguishing, disappearing without a trace, leaving behind only despair.
Antonio Easton’s descendant...
Destined that everything he does next will be in vain.
"Antonio Easton?!"
Upon hearing their conversation, several elders reacted, and one even stood up in excitent.
—The person who almost beca the forr Hall Master, of course, they knew him.
However, Antonio Easton voluntarily withdrew, left Biel Hall, and requested that Biel Hall no longer track his whereabouts. Master Vaughn cooperated by erasing all his information, so no one knew where Antonio Easton went after leaving Biel Hall.
As for Nora Scott’s information, it was surely Master Vaughn’s doing, so none of these elders (except for Elder Zhang) knew that Nora Scott’s grandfather was Antonio Easton.
"Is this why Len Vaughn insisted on giving the position of Hall Master to Nora Scott?!" an elder exclaid, his face flushed with anger, "This is too damn frivolous!"
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