Mechanical Alchemist

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The school anniversary banquet this evening was a themed costume party, and the academy was filled with students in various bizarre costumes.

Vampires, pirates, clowns, mummies, dragon-slaying warriors, slimes... all sorts of strange and whimsical outfits.

As Su Lun walked along, he even saw several students imitating Phantom Thief Kit, dressed in white suits, capes, and monocles, looking dashingly stylish; he also noticed a few dozen imitating himself, all uniform in crow, cloak, and scythe looks...

Sabrina watched with great interest, her arm looped through Su Lun's, a slight smile playing at the corners of her mouth.

Gek, at her side, felt an immense thrill in his heart.

He had previously been puzzled by the sudden increase in puppets masters within the school, only now did he realize it was all because of his own teacher!

After walking a short distance, the trio arrived at the academy's grand banquet hall.

After Sabrina presented the gold-embossed invitation, they stepped inside.

The costume party was a traditional banquet form among the upper-class society of Luying, and even the mature and dignified noblemen and ladies, who did not fancy those bizarre and alternative costumes, had to dress up a bit.

Upon entering, Su Lun also donned Zorro's eye mask.

Sabrina wore a Gothic wide-brimmed hat decorated with a black rose. The black veil on the brim covered most of her pretty face, revealing her sensual red lips.

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The Royal Academy's banquet hall was decorated magnificently, a vast hall that could accommodate thousands of guests.

As soon as Su Lun stepped through the door, he saw dozens of huge crystal lamps illuminating the entire hall. Those high-purity crystals, valuable in the alchemy market, served merely as light fixtures here. The carved white stone pillars were capped with shimmering golden bases, enormous paintings with high artistic value adorned the walls, and the ceiling featured colorful murals...

Even the smallest details exuded opulence.

When Su Lun and his companions walked in, the venue was already bustling with activity.

With only ten minutes to go before the official start, they found an area to rest and wait.

Upon arrival, Su Lun extended his sense, finding many powerful presences within the banquet hall; there were over ten who appeared to be at least of the seventh rank in his soul perception.

This was not surprising, as the Royal Alchemy Academy had many powerful members. The recruitment standard for leading the various faculties was a minimum of the sixth rank, and Curator Winifred P. Crofts was a top professional of the eighth rank.

As a professional intelligence officer, Sabrina's first move was also to survey their surroundings.

At that moment, as if she had discovered something, she suddenly gestured for Su Lun to look elsewhere, her expression teasing, "Look, sir, your fiancée has arrived as well."

Su Lun looked over and saw Yekaterina chatting and laughing among a crowd.

Even with a dazzling diamond mask, her purple hair stood out strikingly.

As an outstanding alumnus, she naturally received an invitation from the school authorities.

Su Lun was utterly indifferent.

Fiancée or not,

What did "Fek's" engagement have to do with him, Su Lun?

Not just Yekaterina, but also that eldest son of the Regadi family, William Regadi, who had once killed him.

Su Lun's eyes showed a trace of unusual color at the sight of him.

For whatever reason, an enemy who harbored the intent to kill should not be left alone if given the chance.

Besides, Su Lun felt that marrying Yekaterina wasn't all about reaping benefits; there were also costs.

For example... dealing with some rivals' retribution.

Sabrina was Su Lun's exclusive intelligence officer, naturally privy to everything. She seemed to understand as well, and playfully said, "Oh, sir, you'll need to be careful if your identity is revealed. The intelligence reports that there are no less than a thousand, if not eight thousand, young talents in the upper class of Lington seeking Miss Yekaterina's favor. Many have stated in the newspapers that they want to challenge 'Fek' to a duel... You sure have a lot of rivals."

Su Lun listened and shook his head slightly.

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He certainly didn't want to get involved in these troubles.

Before going to the palace half a month later to receive the Empress's blessing, he had no intention of using the identity of "Fick".

After using it, he planned to discard it.

As for the identity of a top-tier noble, Su Lun was not the least interested.

For both parties, it was just a transaction of interests.

Su Lun didn't bother with those pointless thoughts.

His mind flashed with some questions as he watched William Regadi, who seemed still entangled with Yekaterina.

He had not understood before why this guy had pursued him so far to kill him, but now he realized it was for inheritance and a marriage alliance.

No one would let the woman they loved marry someone else, especially not a conceited genius like William Regadi, who was already a sixth-order professional at such a young age.

But the motive didn't matter anymore.

After all, they had already come to blows.

Moreover, Su Lun wondered if this guy, even with the wedding date set, would still want to kill him?

Undoubtedly, the answer was yes.

But Su Lun was no longer the second-order lousy chicken he had been before; even if it came down to a fight now, he was not afraid.

However, after a moment's thought, his intuition told him that this guy would play dirty.

After all, the marriage alliance had already been confirmed, and neither the Regadi family nor the Lance family would allow William to take such a detrimental action against their families' interests.

It didn't matter that "Fick" had been killed before, but now it was different.

"So, if I were him, where would I start..."

With this hypothesis in mind, Su Lun's thoughts suddenly became more active.

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Before long, the celebration banquet began.

During the day, they had completed all the tedious procedures of the academy's anniversary, and the evening was for celebratory performances.

The students performed musical instruments, ballet, fencing...

The Royal Alchemy Academy didn't just teach alchemy; court etiquette, painting, musical instruments, and dance were all compulsory courses for the young nobility of high society. Moreover, the teachers were top artists from within the empire.

The kind of artistic cultivation that was hard for the lower class to access or appreciate was also a staple for entry into upper-class society.

Su Lun found it quite interesting.

The final performance of the banquet was a court ballet, which would seamlessly transition into the dance that followed.

Young female students in ballet clothes took the stage, dancing gracefully and beautifully to the music, a feast for the eyes.

Su Lun instantly recognized the lead dancer, the beautiful girl, among the dancers.

That was Gek's classmate, Phoebe.

Sabina, sitting by his side, watched with a smile at the corners of her mouth and teased, "Yo, Classmate Phoebe also looks very pretty while dancing."

Next to her, Gek watched intently, but his expression had become slightly nervous.

The dance ended with the last tune, and the performance was over.

The soothing sounds of music rose again.

Now it was time for the official part of the ball, where everyone in the banquet hall could invite a dance partner of their liking.

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In the upper-class society of Luying, a ball is the best way for men and women to socialize.

Energetic young students would invite the girls they fancied to dance, and if the girl did not refuse, they could dance together, get to know each other better. If they danced more than one dance, courtship was usually not turned down.

Not only for young men and women to grow closer, but the noble lords and ladies also loved this part.

In the ancient noble system of Luying, the perception of gender was actually quite open. Marriage was just a transaction of interests, with little to do with love, so it was quite common for the nobility to have romantic dalliances.

The person one married might not necessarily be someone they liked, but a lover certainly would be.

Therefore, beyond social interaction, the balls of high society also served a hidden purpose, which was to find lovers.

A social dance involving physical contact was indeed the best platform for this, a single dance could reveal whether there was mutual interest.

Both men and women were like this.

The moment the music began to soften, gentlemen couldn't wait to approach the partners they liked and extend their invitations.

If you hesitated at this juncture, your desired dance partner might become someone else's.

Because even if the woman was not interested, after refusing several times, she would, out of politeness, accept someone's invitation.

As soon as the dance performance ended, those ballet-dancing girls were immediately overwhelmed with invitations from the male students, and soon pairs formed all around.

The lead dancer, Phoebe, with both her looks and temperament being the best of the dance troupe, naturally received the most enthusiastic invitations from the male students.

But she rejected many, looking around as if expecting something else.

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In a corner of the resting area, Su Lun showed little interest in dancing, happily indulging in the exquisitely tasting court pastries to himself.

Beside him, Sabina, watching Jick's nervous face, teased, "Little Jick, if you don't go now, Phoebe might accept someone else's invite, and you'll miss your chance."

Upon hearing this, Jick also looked anxious.

He knew, if he missed this time, there really would be no other chance.

But what if he was rejected?

His conflicted feelings made him feel as though his feet were leaden, unable to move; he could only turn to glance at Sabina and, with trepidation, ask, "Madam, should I... should I go now?"

Sabina gave him an encouraging smile and said, "Go ahead, be brave. Even if you fail, at least you will have tried, right?"

"Yes!"

Inspired by her words, Jick finally mustered the courage.

Yes!

Even if he was rejected,

at least he would have tried!

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"Miss Phoebe, may I invite you to dance?"

"Sorry, Garen, I'm a bit tired and would like to rest."

"Miss Phoebe, may I have the honor of dancing with you?"

"Sorry, Gavin, my foot got a bit of a twist dancing earlier... it's a bit uncomfortable..."

"..."

Meanwhile, Phoebe had already turned down several men's invitations, making excuses to retreat to the resting area.

She didn't feel like dancing without someone who matched her expectations.

Especially since Tim was persistently bothering her, "Phoebe, are you feeling unwell? Our families dined together the day before yesterday, and my mother had a very good impression of you. After we returned home, she always praised you. My father also said that our families could have more cooperation in the shipping business..."

Phoebe sat on the sofa to rest, feeling irritated and distressed by his words.

Tim's feigned intimacy made her very uncomfortable.

But the party had just started, and she couldn't leave early, which made her feel embarrassed.

Just then, she suddenly heard someone else ask, "Classmate Phoebe, may I have the honor of asking you for a dance?"

"Sorry, I..."

Phoebe thought it was another classmate and instinctively wanted to refuse. But when she looked up, her words got stuck halfway.

She saw a face that was both familiar and somewhat strange, and exclaimed in surprise, "Classmate Jake?"

Jake nodded slightly with a faint smile.

His newfound courage endowed him with unprecedented confidence.

Repeating himself, he bowed politely and extended his hand, "May I have the honor of asking you for a dance?"

Stars suddenly sparkled in Phoebe's crystal-clear eyes as she joyfully accepted, "Yes, I'd love to!"

She had scanned the guests in the banquet hall earlier and vaguely remembered seeing this man dressed as a magician, but she had ignored him. The person she was expecting had scarred burn marks on his face, and he wouldn't stand there with such confidence.

Now, looking at Jake with his restored appearance, Phoebe was incredibly happy for her friend. She glanced at his unharmed left hand and the confidence he exuded, raising a thousand questions in her mind: My goodness, what on earth happened that changed Jake so drastically!

But Phoebe's response left Tim, who was trying to court her, dumbfounded.

Her leg wasn't hurting anymore, and she wasn't tired?

Watching Phoebe extend her hand and accept the invitation from the man before her, Tim couldn't sit still and said displeasedly, "Hey, hey, hey... who are you?"

He recognized this completely transformed individual as Jake.

But precisely because he recognized him, he was utterly discourteous.

Last time, after being scared off by a woman, Tim had even hired a private investigator to look into Jake's background.

The investigation proved that the son of this fur merchant was all bluster, with absolutely no noble relatives!

Originally thinking to give him a hard time if he showed up again, he hadn't expected him to actually come!

What made him burn with jealousy was that Phoebe had refused him yet agreed to dance with this nobody?

Yet, faced with these obviously provocative words, Jake did not seem to pay any attention to them at all.

Hearing Phoebe's acceptance, the last ounce of unease in his heart vanished as he kissed the back of her hand with utmost gentlemanliness, saying, "This is my honor."

The corner of his mouth held a calm and confident smile, completely ignoring the irate Tim.

Yes,

he was ignoring him!

In the short span of less than half a month after meeting his mentor, Jake's outlook and mindset had changed drastically from before.

The nobles he once saw as unapproachable he now realized were not worth the self-defeating feelings of inferiority that came from class differences.

Jake used to think the best outcome for himself after graduation was to work as a technician for a noble's ammunition company.

But after meeting his mentor and seeing the view from above, he came to the realization that the end of his path was his "dream."

It was his mentor who provided him with the conditions and the confidence to pursue his dreams.

Phoebe watched Jake, who bore a completely different aura, with disbelief in her sparkling eyes, but her heart was full of genuine happiness.

The two stepped into the dance floor with lively steps, high-fiving, twirling around, and embracing each other to dance amidst the enchanting music.

They also struck up a conversation.

For the first time in such close contact, Jick seemed calm, but his heart was a bit nervous.

Phoebe felt the palm of his hand sweating as he held hers, and with a light chuckle, she said, "Jick, you're sweating."

With that straightforward laugh, Jick admitted, "Oh, it's my first time dancing with Phoebe, and I'm very nervous."

With a smile on her face, Phoebe playfully responded, "It's also my first time getting an invitation from Jick."

As she spoke, her eyes twinkled and she added, "Had you invited me before, I would have accepted. But you never did."

Upon hearing this, Jick felt a sudden sense of relief; she wouldn't have refused. Yet he didn't know how to reply, "Ah... back then, I didn't know..."

Guided by Jick in a spin, Phoebe looked at his awkward expression, her eyes smiling like crescent moons.

But she didn't dwell on the topic, instead asking, "My goodness... Jick, your burns are healed, and your hand is fine, what exactly has happened during this time?"

Jick said, "Hmm... it's a long story. I met my teacher, and then... what I mean is, I'd like to invite you to dinner. Lady Demacula said she wanted to... um, she's a good friend of my teacher, you met her last time... she said..."

"Ah? Jick, are you inviting me to dinner?"

Listening to his disjointed speech, Phoebe blinked, seemingly understanding, a mix of joy and surprise, and readily agreed, "Sure!"

A few days earlier, that beautiful lady also said they'd have dinner together, and she had been somewhat anxious about why there had been no news for so long.

Now that she had received a definite invitation, she was naturally extremely happy.

Jick: "Oh... so tomorrow?"

Phoebe: "Mmhmm!"

Before coming, Jick had prepared many things to say, but it seemed like Phoebe understood it all, and for a moment he didn't know what else to say.

He thought about it and brought up the most important matter, "Phoebe, there's something else I need to tell you. Um... that is... I'm leaving, leaving the academy."

"Ah?"

Just when she heard this during a merry dance step, Phoebe hesitated for a moment, and even she, with her superior dancing skills, almost stepped on her own foot.

Jick continued, "I plan to go to Mafa to study, to learn ammunition engineering. I might be leaving Lueng soon."

"Oh. Mafa, that's a very far place..."

Phoebe's face suddenly grew dim, and for some reason, she felt an inexplicable sadness, "So you came to say goodbye to me?"

Looking at Jick again, she forced a smile on her pretty face and offered her blessings: "It's good to go to Mafa, I always knew your future wouldn't be ordinary. I will bless you, work hard. Someday become a very, very formidable 'Ammunition Expert'! Just don't forget, Lueng still has a friend who cares about you~"

Jick nodded, and even though he was slow to catch on, he could see the flickering light in Phoebe's eyes, and his heart felt a strange twinge.

At that moment, the music suddenly turned sentimental, and the dance slowed down.

Looking at the girl whose eyes were brimming with tears she could hardly restrain, he quickly said, "I meant to say... if... if you are willing... my teacher and Lady Demacula will visit your home with a card... we... we could... in the future..."

Phoebe didn't hear the muddled part in the middle that Jick himself couldn't articulate clearly, but she felt as if a ray of light suddenly shone into her heart, her smile blooming like a sunflower facing the sun, "Yes! I'm willing!"

Upon hearing this, Jick also nodded happily and earnestly: "Hmm!"

Eye to eye, the two young people nodded slightly, as if making some lifelong promise to each other.

All of a sudden, their dancing became brisk again.

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In the corner of the resting area, Su Lun watched as Jick and Phoebe suddenly quickened their dance steps, a smile emerging at the corner of his eyes.

He wasn't interested in dancing, nor was he there to flirt; a sip of the royal vintage, a bite of the court pastries, and he could consider himself as having participated in the ball.

Sabina didn't appear too intimate with anyone on the outside and had already picked up a glass of wine to gossip and chatter with the ladies of Lyndon's high society. These women were quite chatty, discussing whose lover was more handsome, or how well their own men performed... but they often let slip crucial intelligence amidst their gossip.

This was an important channel for Sabina as a professional intelligence officer.

The ball had just begun, and it was still early for the planned action. Su Lun took the time to observe the nobles in the banquet hall, making mental notes of faces and memorizing the soul fluctuations of the experts present.

But after watching for some time, he hadn't seen Augustus with the vampire ring, which made him suspicious, "Strange, both Ekaterina and William are here, as the top talent of that class, Augustus shouldn't be absent..."

Su Lun was somewhat perplexed; surely in Lyndon, nothing could be more important than the Royal Academy's anniversary celebrations, could it?

Before he could figure it out, just then, as his Soul Perception swept over the crowd, Su Lun's gaze suddenly sharpened.

Because he had spotted a familiar face.

"Eh... why is this woman here?"

Su Lun was slightly surprised.

Looking over, the woman was dressed in a court gown with her face veiled—unsurprising for a masquerade. Although her features were obscured, Su Lun recognized her soul.

It was the short-haired woman from the detective duo he had previously encountered; Su Lun was sure he remembered her name correctly, it should be "Amelia."

He sensed around but didn't see the Old Cowboy.

Recognizing the newcomer, Su Lun's expression became somewhat strange; he remembered giving Old Cowboy a hefty sum of a hundred thousand to investigate the source of the Red Death.

To his surprise, there had been no news over the past few days.

Su Lun wouldn't suspect them of taking the money and not doing the job, but he hadn't expected to run into Amelia here.

After observing for a while, Su Lun grew increasingly certain that this woman was not an invited guest, but here to investigate something. Despite her good disguise, a careful observation revealed her wandering and furtive gaze, as if she was searching for someone.

This only deepened Su Lun's confusion.

Given the Old Cowboy's documented character, he certainly wouldn't take on a "big case" involving nobility; yet here was this woman, infiltrating a school anniversary gala full of nobles.

"Could she have come behind the old man's back, secretly?"

Thinking this, Su Lun's looked somewhat amused.

Although she was well-disguised, there were many experts here!

It wasn't that discovery posed a danger, but exposure could potentially compromise her investigation.

After some thought, Su Lun still decided to approach her.

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Amelia was in the rest area, sneakily indulging in desserts.

Initially, it was just a guise, but after tasting a few, she admitted to herself that these palace delicacies not found outside really suited her palate.

She got herself another two pieces and was surveying the dancing crowd when someone suddenly inquired from behind, "Excuse me, miss, may I have the pleasure of inviting you for a dance?"

Amelia replied calmly, "No, thank you, I'm waiting for my friend."

But as soon as she had spoken, she saw clearly who had approached her.

Although his face was covered, her professional private detective instinct allowed her to recognize this person through certain details—it was that detestable fellow!

Amelia exclaimed in surprise, "How come you're here?"

Su Lun spoke with an odd tone, "I was about to ask you the same thing."

Amelia grumbled, "Why do I run into you everywhere..."

With that, she rolled her eyes but confessed, "Well, I took your money, sir, in order to complete your commission!"

The tone clearly carried some resentment.

Su Lun was a bit surprised.

"You're tasked with investigating the source of the Red Death, so why aren't you searching in the southern district instead of coming to the royal academy ball?"

But in an instant, he realized that there might have been progress in the investigation.

So Su Lun asked, "Have you found some information?"

Amelia replied irritably, "Yeah."

"Then why haven't I heard any feedback from you?"

As soon as Su Lun spoke, he realized something.

Since this woman had shown up here, it was clear that she had stumbled upon some highly sensitive information. He then said, "Your teacher doesn't want to invite trouble?"

"..."

Amelia pursed her lips and stayed silent, which was as good as a confirmation.

But seeing her employer here, she only said, "You said this task wouldn't cause any trouble, but now that we've investigated... the trouble is big!"

Upon hearing this, Su Lun realized where her resentment was coming from.

Being able to investigate to this point clearly meant that matters were much more troublesome than anticipated.

On the other hand, knowing the danger, this woman still came, which earned Su Lun's inward approval.

It was like that time at the "Music House Club" when she came back a second time to rescue someone.

Although a bit rash, she was still a good person.

Su Lun inquired, "Did you come here behind your teacher's back?"

In a listless tone and slightly dejected, Amelia responded, "Yeah."

But she immediately retorted, "Sir, regarding your commission, the teacher discovered some truths. Yet knowing it would bring big trouble, he wouldn't let me get involved."

Hearing this, Su Lun had nearly guessed as much.

He didn't rush to ask what was discovered, but instead inquired, "If your teacher said it's dangerous, why did you still come? Aren't you afraid of encountering danger?"

Seeing this greasy man, Amelia couldn't pinpoint why but felt an inexplicable fire in her chest, never giving him a pleasant look, "I came, didn't I?"

After a retort, her mood seemed to lighten, and she added, "If I had known your commission would involve so much, we shouldn't have accepted that deposit in the first place. But since we took the money, we need to maintain some professional ethics. If the old man doesn't want to investigate, I just thought I'd casually come have a look..."

Even though they had only met twice, Su Lun could see that despite her garrulous nature, this woman was filled with a rare sense of justice.

Su Lun didn't say much, "Can you dance?"

Amelia obviously could, but she asked with caution, "What for?"

With a smile, Su Lun extended his hand and graciously invited, "Come on, let's dance. The two people at seven o'clock are from the Ruying Intelligence Bureau, and they've been watching you for a while."

That was also the reason he had come over earlier.

The observational skills of professional intelligence officers are not for naught.

Although Amelia was well-disguised, she was still an intruder.

There were many capable and powerful people at the ball.

Someone who doesn't know anyone and has no acquaintances to greet stands out the most.

Amelia didn't look around, but once reminded, she also realized something and very reluctantly extended her hand, accepting Su Lun's invitation.

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Both stepped into the throng of dancers on the floor and began to move to the rhythm of the music, dancing the classic "minuet" favored in high society, with its lively tempo.

The men danced with exuberant passion and the women with joyful smiles.

Though Amelia was reluctant, she still put on a professional smile, no different from that night at the club.

Su Lun knew this woman's grudge was likely revenge for the "lesson" he had given her that night and decided not to tease her any further.

While dancing, they also whispered to each other.

Su Lun asked, "As your employer, I think you can tell me what you've discovered. If there's trouble, perhaps I could help."

Amelia glared at him but still spoke up, "Because of your commission, we've investigated for days and then discovered the slums near Fox Gem Avenue in the Queens District, where the first cases of the Red Death appeared..."

Su Lun wasn't surprised to hear this.

This was where he had initially discovered the potion's spread.

Amelia continued, "After our investigation, we found that many clues had been deliberately erased. Our investigation was at a standstill, but a few days ago, the newspapers reported that 'Buckeye Biopharmaceuticals' announced the release of a new medicine, the 'Crimson Potion.' Coincidentally, this is the cure for the Red Death. The coincidental appearance of the potion led my teacher to suspect that the spread of the Red Death was man-made. So we followed this lead to some other clues... My teacher used some special investigation techniques and traced back to the source."

Her tone suddenly turned angry as she said, "You noblemen have no idea of the awful state of the slums now! The widespread spread of the disease could kill many, many people! You still think of holding the potion in your hands for huge profits; do you realize how many people you will kill?!"

"Heh, of course, you don't care. To you, the lives of commoners are no different from livestock, right?! No matter how many die, it doesn't concern you. You have the cure, not afraid of the disease, and if the potion does come out, those at the bottom who can't afford it—are they all supposed to die?!"

"Bastard!"

If it wasn't for the misunderstanding, Amelia might have roared these words.

She suppressed her anger to finish talking but still didn't forget to curse, "Nobles are all bastards!"

Su Lun also fell silent upon hearing this; no wonder she was so full of resentment—she probably considered him a noble as well.

After all, most attendees at this dance were likely nobles.

Oh, "Feike" was a high noble too, so Su Lun felt it wasn't unjust for him to be scolded.

Looking at the woman in front of him, her eyes ablaze with fury, Su Lun suddenly understood her and simply explained, "I'm investigating this to try to prevent a tragedy."

Amelia snorted coldly. Although her anger hadn't subsided, she seemed unable to deny it.

Because that's what the old man had said.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have spoken out!

Su Lun felt that the Old Cowboy's investigation must already be close to the truth, and this was probably why he had encountered this woman here. He asked calmly, "So, why are you here now?"

Upon hearing this question, Amelia hesitated a bit and then revealed, "Because... my teacher dug up some clues leading to a big shot within the Royal Academy as the source of the Red Death!"

At this, Su Lun's brows furrowed slightly.

What professional intelligence operatives failed to find out, the Old Cowboy had uncovered, obviously using some special methods.

But that no longer mattered.

Amelia added, "To tell you the truth, the people involved behind the scenes are very problematic, which is why we were unwilling to pursue it further."

Only then did Su Lun understand why no news had come—he realized they were too afraid to convey it.

He pondered for a moment and asked directly, "Who do you think it could be?"

Amelia's tone grew serious as she whispered, "We're not sure yet. But it's someone who practices black magic. My teacher said he used a Necromancy Spell to control a sort of puppet resembling a corpse. All the clues lead back to this guy spreading the Red Death!"
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Hearing this, Su Lun's pupils suddenly narrowed, and a figure sprang to mind: "Curator!"

He had never imagined that the Curator, known in the underworld, was actually someone from the Royal Academy!