Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

He frequently travels overseas to search for treasure. With this background, customs inspections are more lenient, port clearance is faster, and even the local police station is more courteous.

More than 20 million yuan in cash was spent cleanly.

Later, even the tens of millions of US pounds that had accumulated in the account over the years were transferred out one by one.

"There are still 63 million left in the account." He glanced at the mobile banking interface.

He then bought a converted ocean exploration vessel, hired fifteen experienced sailors and divers, and assembled a marine treasure hunting team.

Jason, his former bodyguard, was hired as the captain. He was familiar with the sea conditions, knew the salvage process, and was trustworthy.

From the day the ship left port, Lin Quan never went ashore again.

During the day, it tosses and turns with the waves; at night, it dives into the deep sea, regulating its breathing and energy in the high-pressure water layer.

Two months later, he broke through to the Refining Spirit realm.

"When one reaches the state of no leakage, holding one's breath for five hours is already the limit."

"Now that we are submerged a hundred meters below the surface, our lungs and internal organs naturally regulate their breathing, so we don't need to breathe."

Seventeen shipwreck sites were discovered, and porcelain, goldware, ancient silver coins, firearms, nautical logs, and other artifacts were recovered.

He made a net profit of over 510 million US pounds by selling through black market channels.

He immediately gave Jason ten million, and the rest of the people one million each, and gave everyone a month's vacation.

Lin Quan returned to Croft Manor and stayed home for seventeen days.

The ten women residing at the manor each have their own backgrounds: Fujiwara Hide and Fujiwara Rei are from the East Island; Shin Hye-min and Shin Hye-hyun are from South Korea; Laura is an American countess; Tina holds a Singaporean passport; Connie was born in Florence, Italy…

That morning, after receiving a phone call, Laura said to Lin Quan, "My teacher called and asked me to go to Langguo."

She has now reached the early stage of the Transformation Realm, thanks to Lin Quan's personal training, practice, and conditioning.

This trip was only to pay respects to the master, not to take any risks, so Lin Quan did not go with him.

Laura flew to the Kingdom of Lang and headed straight for Werner von Chloe's residence.

Pushing open the door, the bloodstains on the floor were still wet. Chloe lay slumped beside the desk, a thin dagger protruding from her chest.

She had just squatted down when footsteps sounded outside the door... Several police officers from the Republic of Korea burst through the door.

She tried to explain, but the other person only remembered and didn't listen.

No murder weapon or fingerprints were found, but she appeared at the scene within ten minutes of the incident, which was clearly captured on surveillance footage.

Police immediately identified her as the prime suspect.

She turned and rushed out of the alley, jumped into a taxi, and disappeared around the corner.

Lin Quan's phone vibrated. He answered it.

"Lola?"

"My dear... teacher is dead." Her voice was low, but trembling.

Lin Quan hung up, booked the next flight to Bali, and casually took a Glock 17 from the safe. He then went to the shooting range in the backyard and fired three sets of rapid-fire shots.

The fastest flight will take off in more than four hours.

Laura's plane was stranded at the airport due to mechanical failure and would need to be repaired for at least a day.

In the evening, Connie drove him to Lundsun Airport.

Boarding, transferring, landing, and then taking a taxi through the city.

Two hours later, he met Laura on the second floor of a coffee shop in the old town of Bali.

"Tell me about it." Lin Quan sat down and picked up the cup of black tea in front of her, which had gone cold.

"My teacher called last night, saying he had just confirmed the authenticity of a painting and wanted me to come over immediately to take a look..."

What clues did he mention?

"Just say 'Obuschura'... five words."

Lin Quan tapped his fingers lightly on the table twice: "His death is probably related to those ancient paintings."

Laura nodded, her eyes reddening. "I think so too."

The two returned to Chloe's residence.

Lin Quan walked around the living room, squatted down and looked at the dust marks on the windowsill, the scratches on the floor, and a very shallow pry mark on the inside of the door lock.

That evening, he obtained 72 hours of video footage from six nearby cameras through a local intermediary and reviewed it frame by frame.

On the evening of the third day, someone knocked on the apartment door.

When I opened the door, I saw a young man wearing a gray jacket, with slightly long hair and a silver stud in his left ear.

"Ms. Laura, Mr. Lin, I am Curtis Trent." He nodded slightly. "A student of Professor Chloe."

"That painting, is it really related to alchemy?" Laura asked.

"The Obscura series consists of five paintings, and legend has it that each one contains ancient alchemical ciphers on its reverse. The one the teacher has is the second one," Curtis said calmly. "He had just finished comparing three symbols when the accident happened."

The sound of police sirens grew louder as they approached from afar.

Lin Quan looked up: "They're here again."

Laura was indeed captured on CCTV footage at the entrance of the apartment building within fifteen minutes of Chloe's murder, and the South Korean police have issued a public warrant for her arrest.

On the fourth day, the second person died at home, in a manner similar to Chloe's... a stab wound to the chest, no signs of struggle at the scene, and the doors and windows were intact.

Lin Quan reviewed the entire video, zoomed in on three blurry segments, and marked four suspicious figures.

On the seventh day, the third person collapsed and died in the museum archives, clutching half a charred parchment in his hand.

News came from Bryce's side: the assassin's methods are clear, he takes money and does things, and his contact is Eckardt.

Lin Quan stared at the name for three seconds: "Isn't he the one who hired Chloe to find the painting?"

Of the five paintings, Ekkadet already owns four.

Valley cover.

He didn't rush to move.

Over the past few days, he noticed that when Curtis raised his hand, the pen on the table would automatically move half an inch without any wind.

"A member of the outer perimeter of the Knights Templar, skilled in telekinesis, and of a considerable level."

After secretly investigating, Lin Quan confirmed that Curtis had once worked for Eckardt, but they had fallen out three years ago during a mission, and his family had been murdered.

"I only have two goals," Lin Quan said to Laura. "Cross your name off the suspect list; and get all five paintings back."

Legend has it that behind the five ancient paintings of Obscura lies a lost art of alchemy, lost for a thousand years.

Lin Quan pondered that objects like set squares and Pandora's boxes were most likely derived from ancient alchemy.

Going to find the fifth ancient painting all by himself was a daunting task, as he had no clue where to start and lacked any connections. Trying to force his way in would only result in him getting hurt.

The old feud between Curtis and Eckardt had nothing to do with him.

He was not a law enforcement officer, and the deceased was not Chinese; he stood by and did nothing, so he was beyond reproach.

It took Ekkadet seventeen days to finally get his hands on the last ancient painting.

That night, Lin Quan, dressed in black and with his face covered, sneaked into the manor. He didn't go through the main gate or pick the lock; he simply put Eckardt's heavy safe into his Black Dragon Ring and turned to leave.

Just a few steps away was a hotel a few kilometers away. He lay down on the bed, Laura was already beside him, her waist supple, her breathing even, and he slept without dreams. When he woke up, the sun was already high in the sky.

The next morning, he accompanied Laura to the nearest police station.

The backup materials were handed over, and the suspicion was immediately cleared.

The person who killed Feng was silenced by Eckardt long before the police arrived.

Five ancient paintings and a safe vanished into thin air, fueling Ekkadt's suspicions and making everyone seem like a mole.

The body was found by the police, but the trail went cold.

Laura felt a lump in her throat, but she didn't press the matter further.