The fairy maid cheers for her deceased master today.

Baron Simon slowly set down the bone china teacup, tapping his fingertips lightly on the rim.

He then stood up, walked to the window, turned his back to Ax, and began to reminisce about his "glorious past".

"Three years ago, the cult 'Light of Enlightenment' in East London was operating in secret... its actions were nothing short of a blatant desecration of social order."

The Baron's voice carried an unquestionable authority.

"They are hiding in the basement of an abandoned building, performing shady rituals, using silver to summon so-called 'destructive power.' I, Simon Montagu, cannot stand idly by."

He turned around, his eyes gleaming with pride, and elegantly displayed a silver medal on his chest to X and Angel—a medal of social contribution personally awarded by the Queen.

"I personally led my private army in a surprise attack on their lair on a dark and stormy night. The cultists fled in panic, attempting to put up a last stand with their tainted silverware, but under my decisive command, they were all subdued in no time."

No, this wording...

Ax looked amazed, but inwardly he was filled with emotion.

Why do I feel like you're constantly emphasizing your role? With this boastful personality, are you really a baron?

Perhaps the Baron is just narcissistic?

The baron stood tall, as if enveloped in an aura of justice: "We not only destroyed their ritual site, but also seized a large number of modified silver artifacts—objects that were meant for sacred ceremonies, but which they twisted into props to welcome madness."

Angel seemed oblivious to the fact that the Baron was simply being narcissistic.

Her blue eyes widened in amazement as she exclaimed, "Wow, the Baron is amazing! He's like a hero from a fairy tale!"

Ax could only smile slightly, expressing his admiration.

Although he noticed that the Baron deliberately emphasized his "brilliance and bravery" and "social contributions" when he spoke, as if every word was gilding his image.

"The citizens who were rescued are all extremely grateful to me," the Baron continued, his tone almost overflowing with pride. "I also donated a large sum of money to the Queen Victoria Foundation to help families affected by cults. Charity is a principle I have always practiced throughout my life."

They're still trying to package themselves.

Ex couldn't listen anymore, so he had to find a way to get to the point.

"Speaking of those silver artifacts," Ex skillfully steered the conversation to the core, "what role do these magical silver artifacts play in rituals? Why can both righteous and evil rituals achieve their effects using silver artifacts?"

"Sir Mor has asked the right question. As the core consumable of the ritual, the flow of magic in silverware depends entirely on the user's intention."

He walked to the bookshelf, took down a thick book called "God and the Silver Relics," and showed one of the pages to X.

"Look here," the Baron said, pointing to an illustration in the book. "Legend has it that during the Second Age, the gods widely used silver as a medium for their divine power. Thus, this tradition was 'accepted' by the world."

"Approval?"

"In other words, this tradition has become 'truth.' From now on, magical silverware can contain divine power. This is divine power! A power even higher than magic—divine power."

Ex asked thoughtfully, "Then the silverware in cult rituals must be something else entirely?"

The baron's expression suddenly turned serious: "Originally, during the 'Divine Blessing Ritual,' magical silver artifacts could communicate with heaven and earth, absorbing the power of divine blessings... But if cultists distort the sacred symbols on the silver artifacts, or even replace them with evil god totems..."

Baron Simon paused.

"Through this malicious modification, the flow of energy can be completely reversed. Objects originally used for blessings will become mediums for summoning destructive power."

Then he lowered his voice even further.

"Orthodox rituals bring enlightenment and salvation, while cult rituals breed destruction and chaos—this is the duality of silverware. Of course, not just any magical silverware will have such an effect; only genuine ritual magical silverware can exert this power."

"In short, if the cults in London hadn't been eradicated long ago, this silver theft would probably have been followed by a city-wide search."

Ax nodded slightly to Baron Simon: "Thank you for your detailed sharing, Your Excellency. This information is crucial to the investigation of the theft of the magical silverware."

He gathered his thoughts and spoke clearly and logically:

"Based on your description, the value of magical silver lies not only in the material itself, but also in the unique role it can play in specific rituals. Orthodox rituals require a complete set of silver artifacts to activate their divine power, while cultists may modify ritual magical silver artifacts to transform them into tools for spreading destruction."

"Therefore, recovering the stolen silverware is not only about recovering the financial loss, but also about preventing it from falling into evil ways and becoming an accomplice to wrongdoing. Now that I know that cults are also watching this area, my investigation can start from a new angle."

It's just saying some high-sounding words.

Axe said he could do it too. It's nothing to brag about.

Angel nodded vigorously to her master, her little face filled with a determination beyond her years: "Master, we will definitely find those silver items! We must not let bad people use them for evil deeds!"

Baron Simon smiled with satisfaction: "Sir Moore is indeed exceptionally intelligent. I believe that with your talent, you will soon find the crucial clue."

He paused, then added, "Of course, my resources are always open to you if you need any assistance."

Axe responded politely, "I appreciate your support. I will do my utmost to advance the investigation and live up to your trust."

Baron Simon walked to his desk and took out a small silver box from a drawer: "In that case, this is a small token of my appreciation, and I hope you will accept it. It is also compensation for my abrupt invitation."

Ax took the box, gently opened it, and inside was an ancient bell inlaid with a deep purple gemstone.

"This is..." Ex looked at the items in the box in surprise.

"A relic," Baron Simon said with a smile. "I've heard that you and Miss Elena both have a fondness for collecting relics. This... is a way of celebrating our excellent collaboration."

X's fingers gently touched the cold metal surface, feeling the intense life-and-death energy contained within.

This is a good thing.

X's life extension only lasts about a week. He plans to try and find an artifact to extend his life in the next few days.

But, Baron Simon has learned about his and Elena's habits?

Ax immediately understood Baron Simon's intention—this was not a gesture of goodwill, but a threat.

Baron Simon had already thoroughly investigated both himself and Elena. He must have also found out that Elena was attacked by the aliens while returning to the agency to retrieve the sacred relic.

In short, this matter was not a secret, and it was normal for the Baron to find out about it.

"Your Excellency is too kind," Ex said with a forced smile. "However, this gift... may be too expensive."

Baron Simon's smile deepened: "Not valuable, not valuable at all. For someone as capable as you, these antiques are insignificant; they are merely... a small souvenir."

X knew he couldn't refuse. He gently closed the box: "Then, I'll gladly accept."

This is a transaction.

As soon as I found out about the pharmaceutical company, their people came to my door.

This is neither a threat nor a deal; even X himself doesn't believe it.

No matter what Ax thought in his heart, he had to agree on the surface.