Relax, I'm not some troublemaker from a role-playing game.

I never expected this, I never expected this.

Layton looks honest and kind with thick eyebrows and big eyes, but he's actually a double agent of Nyarlathotep!

For a moment, even Jiang Lingyi's expression became somewhat tense after hearing the news.

Bai Xi opened her mouth several times, but hesitated and then turned to look at Stoffey.

Stoffey slowly typed out a question mark.

"No, why are you looking at me? Why are you all staring at me?"

"Cough cough, it's nothing."

Bai Xi coughed twice and awkwardly looked away.

The main issue is that the current scene feels somewhat familiar.

Bai Xi and Jiang Lingyi are from the Serpes Cult, and Layton is now confirmed to be a traitor sent by Nyarlathotep. This means that within this secret group of four, three are now cult members.

With your thick eyebrows and big eyes, how am I supposed to know you're not a cult member?

If a follower of Abhos comes along, then with four people and three external gods, wouldn't that be just the right amount of people?

Of course, Bai Xi only thought it to himself; he hadn't actually said it aloud yet.

The more important thing now is the secret about Layton.

"How did a traitor like Nyarlathotep end up here?"

Thinking of Natis's existence and looking at Layton's headless corpse, Bai Xi felt an even greater headache coming on.

So, you're not satisfied with just getting yourself involved, you also want to send a follower over?

However, no matter what, this God of Fun shouldn't be so ruthless as to go against his own followers... right?

Let's assume for now that it's not the case. Then, Layton's goal should represent Nyarlathotep's goal.

By carefully reviewing the good deeds Layton did during his lifetime, Bai Xi discovered a very interesting pattern.

"He is preparing to deal with the various heirs, and he seems to have designs on Alice."

Bai Xi muttered something to himself and looked at Jiang Lingyi. In an instant, Jiang Lingyi understood.

"You mean, the ritual for the transformation of the formless?"

"That's right. I suspect Layton's goal is to turn Alice into the Child of No Form. He's accelerating the transformation by collecting the Abhoth blood of the Heirs."

"But how do we explain the rituals at old Mansfield's grave?"

For a moment, Bai Xi was speechless. He scratched his head and thought for a while.

"Maybe this is old Mansfield's plan. Layton is his lawyer; they may have discussed it beforehand."

"That possibility cannot be ruled out. So, what are the next steps?"

Jiang Lingyi nodded slightly at first, and then asked Bai Xi again.

"Continue to deal with the heirs."

Bai Xi frowned, but still said decisively, "We have no other choice right now. We don't have enough clues, so we can only see what happens if we continue like this."

"Don't worry about the blood of Abhoth. It won't automatically go to anyone without being deliberately guided. I'll collect it when the time comes."

"What if something unexpected happens?"

"If something unexpected happens, then we'll have Plan B. I'll go and tell them."

Jiang Lingyi remained silent for a moment, but after a while, she nodded gently.

"That works too. Let's settle on that."

Stoffey scratched his head. He didn't quite understand much of it, but there was one thing he did understand.

"So, my secret has a chance to be completed?"

"Well, the heirs will most likely go out for breakfast again tomorrow morning. We can just take our positions in the main hall. I'll lie in ambush, you can taunt them. Jiang, please handle the guards."

"Leave it to me."

Jiang Lingyi nodded, quickly climbed out the window, and disappeared into the vast night.

Bai Xi then called to Stoffey, supporting Layton's foot with one hand:

"They've left, moved the body."

"Do we really have to do this? Where are we moving to?"

"What are you saying?"

Bai Xi smiled brightly:

"Shouldn't we have started preparing earlier to bring smiles to the faces of the remaining heirs?"

........................

The following morning, as the sun once again bathed Mansfield Park, the heirs awoke from their deep sleep.

With the help of the servants, I washed up, got dressed, and came to the hall.

As always, a sumptuous breakfast will begin. During this time, the spoils will be redistributed, and a power struggle will take place to determine the final winner of the inheritance.

It has always been this way.

However, on this day, the moment Orpheus stepped into the hall, her face turned deathly pale.

What followed was a scream that shattered the silence.

"Aaaaaah!!!"

"What happened? The child?"

Chasher's feignedly kind voice rang out as he followed behind Orpheus, asking a question, but Orpheus's tone was hesitant and unclear.

Claude, his obese body contorted and his brow furrowed, shoved Orpheus and Chaschel aside without ceremony and strode into the hall.

Then, I saw Stoffey sitting at the head of the table, calmly closing his eyes to rest, and...

Before him, on the dining table, lay the lifeless remains of Layton.

"Storfy!"

In an instant, Claude roared in realization. But Stoffey, sitting at the head of the table, merely sneered and opened his eyes.

"Why are you so alarmed, Orpheus?"

He asked, puzzled, "Why be so angry, Brother Claude?"

"And you, Mrs. Chaschel, why are you so hypocritical!"

He suddenly burst into laughter, and Claude's face gradually turned ashen. He roared:

"Storfy! How long are you going to keep this up?!"

Stoffey didn't answer him, only swirling the wine in his glass. Claude turned and roared:

"Where are the guards? Where have all the guards gone?!"

"They're not coming, Claude."

Stoffey said regretfully, "Just as they didn't come to save Chaos, they won't come to save you either."

In that instant, it seemed as if Claude finally understood what Stoffey was saying. He stared at Stoffey in astonishment.

"You, do you even have a shred of brotherhood left in your eyes? Killing Layton wasn't enough, you also want to..."

"Are you starting to talk to me about this now?"

Stoffey sniffed the red wine and sneered:

"Why didn't you talk about it when Brother Chaos died?"

"When I was working as a coachman in this house, and you were whipping me, why didn't you remember that I was your brother?"

"It's too late, second brother, it's too late. All I can leave you with is revenge."

He said with regret, his eyes sweeping over the pale-faced Orpheus, the frightened Claude, and Chaschel, who was still confused about the situation.

Finally, I let out a soft sigh.

Then, he poured the wine from his glass, the crystal-clear liquid sparkling like rubies, splashing onto the ground and forming tiny jade-like droplets.

He gently set down his cup and began to speak:

"Bai, do it."

Then, in the shadows, the sword-wielding beast opened his eyes and revealed a ferocious smile.