Chapter 281: Writing a Letter (Extra Chapter, Requesting Subscriptions)

27 Phoenix Street.

William parked the carriage and conscientiously went to open the door.

After entering the room, Aaron took off his hat and coat, handed them to William, and casually instructed, "Brew a cup of hot cocoa and send it to the study!"

William bowed and retreated, shock still lingering in his heart.

To outsiders, they had simply gone to visit an exhibition today; who could have imagined that the Magician Kobo Phil, who had run rampant in Plymouth for many days and toyed with the Investigation Bureau, had died just like that?

Inside the study.

Aaron ignored William's shock, sat behind the desk, spread out the letter paper, and prepared to write a letter.

Aaron walked out of the study, preparing to change his clothes.

Aaron pondered for a moment, spread out the letter paper, and wrote the opening, "Respected Mr. Halsey..."

"The Magician Kobo Phil was merely a thief who had mastered magic tricks. In short... everything was normal and reasonable; there were no supernatural phenomena."

"Hmm, this suggests that the position of this Baron might be more important than I imagined... It has stirred up quite a few sects: Blood of Decay, Gourmet Association, Desire Spirit Sect... Hmm?"

Aaron's eyes were deep; these three secret groups all had one thing in common, which was that they involved 'Red' or 'Darkness'.

In the middle part of the letter, he reminded the other party that the Desire Spirit Sect's influence was vast and asked Mr. Halsey to be sure to be careful.

Inside the massive conference room.

Then, he looked at the corridor, unexpectedly finding himself unable to figure out which direction the bedroom was in.

William turned around and walked toward the bedroom, with Aaron following naturally behind him.

"As for the witnesses, using airships and gliders can be explained as science... but Captain Haixinge's strike was seen by many people. We need to dispatch a large number of 'Cleaners' to handle the aftermath, and at the same time, ask the higher-ups to exert pressure on various newspaper offices to report the situation in the direction we hope for..."

Investigation Bureau underground headquarters.

"It seems I must collect information regarding Bruce and his school—the Eye of Gumon!"

"Alright... the negative effects of this 'monkey-version' cabinet are quite intense."

About five minutes later, a soft sound came from the drawer. He opened the drawer, and sure enough, the letter had disappeared.

"Understood!"

"So... is the mastermind the mother-son duo of the 'Mother of Night' and the 'Lord of Hidden Corpses'?"

Although it was very helpless, this was politics!

This was also to resolve other cases as quickly as possible and eliminate the unfavorable influence of the Magician case.

While deep in thought, William had already arrived in front of the bedroom and bent over to open the door for Aaron.

This required a new target, catching some illegal Extraordinaries, and mixing in some merit.

"Send it to my bedroom!"

While walking, Aaron inexplicably thought of Clark's student—Bruce!

He had been led by the Deluoyi Jiaopai to the Druid Holy Land to conduct the 'History Retrospection' ritual, and it had been a while.

"Regarding the casualties at the Kingdom Art Exhibition today... our side suffered 9 deaths, 17 people with light to serious injuries, and over a hundred bystanders were accidentally injured. Most were minor injuries such as skin lacerations from glass shards and being affected by the aftermath of the explosion. They have all been sent to the hospital for treatment and will recover soon."

Sure enough, not long after, William came over holding a tray with a cup of hot cocoa and asked in surprise, "Mr. Monite, what are you preparing to do?"

The same night.

After all, last time it was just the matter at Mary Street Church, and the other party had sent a Magician to harm him, while also probing the case of Baron Jacques.

"Ahem..."

With his super-high inspiration, things he thought of inexplicably often represented a premonition, which could also be considered a form of intuitive divination.

Xisituosi, Fiona, Yagebu, and other high-level members sat behind the conference round table. Their expressions were not very good as they silently listened to a High Deacon holding a document report the situation.

In the letter, he briefly mentioned the matter of the Desire Spirit Sect, the theft of the Iron Crown, the relationship between the Magician and this sect, and noted that Mr. Halsey could release this intelligence when necessary.

Finally, Aaron asked Halsey to send someone to tell Baerjin that the bar was in danger and that he could abandon the bar and leave at a critical moment.

"Not bad..."

This time, his killing of Kobo Phil could be considered a partial destruction of the Desire Spirit Sect's plot, while also exposing part of his identity, which would inevitably invite a more violent counterattack.

Aaron's expression remained unchanged as he gave the order.

"When we parted back then, I said I would send contact information once I was settled... Now I am settled, but Mr. Konili's shop has already been swept by the Investigation Bureau..."

Aaron picked up the hot cocoa, walked straight in, and closed the door on William.

"The risk of supernatural power in Plymouth is getting higher and higher. I think it is time for a major purge."

With such heavy casualties, and most crucially... letting the Magician escape, it was undoubtedly a huge joke, enough to make everyone present lose face and even lose the trust of the Royal Family!

Xisituosi coughed lightly. Seeing the gazes of those present turn toward him, he then spoke: "I confirm that the other party has advanced and become a 'Shadowless One'... The investigator who tracked him to the Spirit World lost him, but discovered a strange graveyard. It is suspected that an Extraordinary of a higher level exerted influence, completely erasing the occult clues there."

This was also the consistent tone of the Investigation Bureau.

After putting the letter into the drawer, Aaron waited silently.

Aaron felt a bit helpless, his expression suddenly turning solemn again.

Magical Item—'Displacement Drawer'!

This one belonged to the 'monkey' version; it was not exquisitely crafted and was one Aaron had specifically kept after greeting Mr. Halsey, which could directly contact Mr. Halsey.

Besides this, he also inquired about the 'Professor's' contact information, as he was currently lacking a remnant of the 'Tower'.

Bang!

Haixinge slammed a fist onto the tabletop: "I don't want to know these things; I just want to know where that son of a bitch ran off to?"

A white-haired director of the Investigation Bureau suggested.

Aaron, who discovered he was lost, was not worried, because for the wealthy, they didn't need to remember the way at all; there were plenty of servants to guide them.

After finishing the letter, he folded it, stuffed it into an envelope, sealed it with wax, and then, instead of taking it out to mail, he casually stuffed it into a drawer cabinet beside the study.

"Then... what about the target?" Fiona under the hood still could not be seen clearly, but her pleasant voice remained.

"Black Queen District... how is Halsey's market?"

A pot-bellied director stood up and handed documents to everyone present: "The other party has recently developed a Magical Item called the 'Displacement Cabinet', which can realize the transportation of items within Plymouth regardless of distance, including some Spirit Materials! This is an ambitious figure; once he establishes a complete credit network that does not require face-to-face transactions, he will gain extremely terrifying Influence and income, which is undoubtedly unfavorable for the Kingdom!"

(End of this chapter)