Baron Cullen

Karen helped her father and sister leave the trial square and headed toward the Waller family mansion.

People on both sides of the street pointed and whispered among themselves.

Their eyes were filled with curiosity and sympathy, and even a hint of barely perceptible awe.

Karen's performance on the trial bench has completely shattered his image as the spoiled brat he once was.

Now, in everyone's hearts, he is a hero who was willing to sacrifice his life to save his family.

Back at the mansion, although the confiscation order from the city lord's mansion had not yet been officially issued, a desolate atmosphere already permeated the spacious house.

The servants who had not been arrested came out to greet them.

Although they were relieved by the return of their owners, they could not hide their worries about the future.

After Jocelyn returned home, she felt a little better.

He immediately summoned Waller's old butler, Phelps, and several loyal family guards to begin making arrangements and calming people down.

Cecilia was taken back to her room to rest by her maid; she had been too frightened that day.

Karen was not involved in the family's day-to-day affairs.

He returned to his room, which was both strange and somewhat familiar. After closing the door, he sat down in a chair and began to review everything that had happened in the past few days.

I was unexpectedly transported to this strange world, and I immediately encountered a dead end.

Fortunately, he awakened the mysterious runes deep within his right eye, which allowed him to discover the trickery in the fragments.

Now, Waller's rival Leo and his Baal family are all imprisoned, the church has successfully recovered the sacred artifacts, and he has saved his family.

Everything seemed to be going smoothly, but there was too much luck involved.

Karen clenched her fists.

He didn't want to experience that feeling of relying on luck a second time.

Joining the battle, acquiring resources, and quickly enhancing his extraordinary power is the most suitable choice for him at present.

...

Late that night, in the City of No Breath prison.

In the cold, dark cell, lies a former viscount, Leo Bal.

At this moment, his face was haggard and his eyes were empty, like a walking corpse whose soul had been drained.

He knew very well what being locked up here meant.

He originally intended to use this method to eliminate Jocelyn and the entire Waller family, but he never expected that he would suffer the consequences.

"It's all that brat's fault!" A flame of hatred suddenly surged in his empty eyes. He gritted his teeth and looked hideous. "If it weren't for him, how could I, a dignified viscount, have fallen to this state?"

I will definitely kill that brat, and I will kill his whole family!!!

Hey.

Just as he was roaring to himself in his cell, a soft footstep sound came from the corridor outside the cell door.

Then, a figure wearing a hood and a long black robe appeared in front of Leo's cell door.

"Viscount Leo, oh no, you're just a pathetic prisoner now."

The person's face was completely obscured by the shadow under the hood, and their voice sounded low and hoarse.

Upon hearing this voice, Leo, who had been lost in his own world, immediately snapped out of it.

He rushed to the cell door, gripping the iron bars tightly with both hands, his eyes wide open, and pleaded urgently, "You...you've finally appeared! Please save me! Please save the Baal family!"

The figure in black robes said indifferently, "Save you? How laughable. You haven't done either of the two things you promised me, and you still have the nerve to ask me to save you?"

"No, that's not how it is! Let me explain!" Leo suddenly became anxious, his hands gripping the iron bars tightening unconsciously. "Following your instructions, I successfully turned Jocelyn's bodyguard captain against us, and as planned, I successfully switched the artifacts by pretending to attack the transport team."

The three Wallers were about to be burned to death!

"but?"

The figure in black robes remained unmoved, as if listening to a ridiculous story.

"But that little bastard, that Karen Waller! Somehow he discovered that the fragments were fake, and even persuaded Albert to examine them himself!"

During the trial, I repeatedly tried to get Delano to order the execution of the Waller family, but he wouldn't listen to me!

Leo became more and more agitated as he spoke, until finally he pressed his fat old face against the cell door.

It was as if this would allow him to leave this filthy cell.

"No, you could have just killed that damned butler of yours." The black-robed figure's tone remained calm. "Once he's dead, even if the Waller family's captain of the guard confesses, there will be no way to prove it."

But you didn't do that, so you failed to accomplish either of the two tasks I entrusted to you: obtaining the artifact and making the Waller family a scapegoat.

Since you failed, your life or death is none of my concern.

As soon as he finished speaking, Leo in the cell suddenly started shaking the cell door frantically, as if he had gone mad, making a piercing noise.

He screamed hysterically, "You're not going to save me?! If you don't rescue all the members of my Baal family tonight, I'll tell Delano and Albert everything tomorrow!"

Oh right! Albert! If Albert knew that you were the one who orchestrated all of this, he probably wouldn't let you off so easily, would he?

As he spoke, the madness on his face was gradually replaced by ruthlessness, and a cold smile remained on his lips.

Clearly, he thought he had something on the other party.

He knew everything about the other person, so he was certain that the other person would not refuse him.

Upon hearing these words, the black-robed figure outside the cell door visibly paused, then slowly said, "Are you... threatening me?"

"So what if I am? Do you dare refuse me?!" Leo glared at the other party, appearing very confident. "As long as you use your supernatural powers, rescuing my Baal family is very simple, isn't it?"

Unless you want Albert to know who's behind this, even if I die, I'll drag you down with me... Ughhhhh!!!

Before Leo could finish speaking, a jet-black flame tinged with dark red suddenly erupted from his seven orifices!

In just a few breaths, the piercing screams came to an abrupt end.

Inside the cell was a charred skeleton.

The figure in black robes flicked the flames off his hands and turned to walk towards the shadows at the end of the corridor.

Soon, his figure disappeared, but a deep, hoarse voice echoed in the corridor:

"Yes, you're right, but it's easier for me to kill you."

...

Late at night, in the Lord's Mansion of the City of Absolute Breath.

The news that Leo Bal had been burned to a skeleton in prison spread like a cold wind to Lord Drano's study.

"What did you say? Say it again!"

Delano suddenly raised his head, his eyes flashing with cold light!

The terrifying aura of a fifth-tier warrior instantly filled the entire study, even making the captain of the guards, who was bowing and reporting, feel breathless.

The captain of the guards, steeling himself, recounted the situation in the prison in detail: "No signs of fighting or struggle were found at the scene, and the guard on duty at the time swore that he did not see anyone enter or leave the prison."

But... the guards patrolling the prison did see Leo Bal dead, burned to a charred skeleton.

I reported this to you immediately upon learning of it. This was my dereliction of duty, and I ask for your punishment.

boom!

Drano slammed his fist on the heavy oak desk!

The hard tabletop dented instantly, and wood chips flew everywhere.

"Unforgivable! Absolutely unforgivable!!!"

He growled in a low voice, his voice filled with suppressed rage.

This is a complete slap in the face to him!

This is a provocation against the authority of the city lord's mansion and the church!

The criminal died in the heavily guarded prison shortly after being taken into custody.

If word gets out, where will he put his face as the city lord?

"Who on earth dared to do this?" He braced his hands on the oak desk, his eyes fixed on the dent he had created in front of him. "Who on earth had the audacity to do this?"