The detective is dead, I did it.

Chapter 122 Ktura Imprisoned

She sat there motionless in the chair, her hands clasped on the table, her back straight, her posture exuding an innate elegance and a certain imposing authority.

His gaze fell on Li Ang, scrutinizing him from head to toe without making a sound.

"Léon Moriarty?"

She asked the question, showing no intention of getting up.

Li Ang didn't mind, after all, such a big shot didn't need to put on any airs for a newcomer like him.

He nodded, then walked over to her, pulled out a chair, and sat down naturally.

"Hello there."

Adler spoke first. She seemed to have considered where to begin, and ultimately chose the most direct approach.

First of all, I want to thank you.

She had already heard the general outline of what had happened from Lina, but when she saw this man named Li Ang sitting in front of her, she still felt a completely different feeling from reading the report.

"You did a great job," she concluded briefly.

Li Ang simply nodded in response, neither overly modest nor taking the opportunity to boast.

Adler glanced at him, seemingly slightly surprised by his calm response, but then continued, "Without you, I can't even imagine how many detectives we would have lost in this game."

"Each of them is the future that the association has poured its heart and soul into nurturing, and they are the pillars of this city for the next twenty years."

She lowered her head slightly as she said this.

"As the president of the Detective Association, I would like to express my sincerest gratitude to you."

Looking at her slightly lowered silver-gray head, Li Ang could sense that her gratitude was not just a formality, but genuine.

Given the other party's status and position, the fact that they would lower themselves to adopt this attitude is already a rare sign of sincerity.

He wasn't the type to care about formalities, but Adler's gesture certainly earned him a lot of goodwill.

Taking this opportunity, he casually brought up the topic of Helena.

Adler didn't hesitate for long after hearing this.

In her eyes, she was nothing more than a Sequence 7 witch.

A witch of this caliber wouldn't even make a ripple in London today, let alone with the association having just completed a large-scale reorganization and the city's security network being at its most stringent.

A mere British citizenship is sufficient.

The only thing that bothered her was that the other party was under the protection of Sherlock Holmes, but considering that Li Ang had already said it, it should be that the other party had agreed.

"Sure," Adler replied crisply. "As long as she doesn't break British law, she can move freely in London like an ordinary citizen. The association won't issue an arrest warrant for her, nor will it interfere with her daily activities."

She paused, then added, "But that's on the condition that Miss Holmes is truly willing to take responsibility for supervising her. You'll need to confirm that for yourself."

"I see."

Li Ang nodded, inwardly relieved for Helena.

The conversation seemed to have reached a point where there was nothing more to discuss, and a brief silence fell over the room.

Li Ang didn't know what else to say. He had already expressed his gratitude, and Helena's matter had been resolved. Logically, he could now get up and take his leave.

But he had a vague feeling that the president opposite him had something else to say.

And Adler did indeed seem to want to say something but hesitated.

Her fingertips tapped lightly on the table, the rhythm erratic, a clear sign of her unease.

Li Ang didn't urge her; he just sat there quietly, waiting for her to speak first.

In the end, it was Adler who broke the brief silence.

"—You've made such a great contribution to the association, is there any reward you'd like?"

Li Ang thought for a moment and answered truthfully, "I want many things, but I can't really say for sure. How about building more welfare homes and monasteries?"

Welfare homes specifically take in homeless orphans, while monasteries are relics left over from the Vatican and specifically take in unfortunate women.

"Hmm..." Adler pondered for a moment, "I'll discuss it with the people at the Treasury Department, and I think they'll grant this request."

These things are not under the jurisdiction of the detectives, but if they request them, these people must comply.

She had read Li Ang's file; he came from the slums, and that was probably why he was willing to help the poor people in London.

Adler didn't dislike this.

"There's something I'm curious about," Li Ang continued, his gaze becoming more serious. "Is there any way to quickly increase one's sequence level?"

"Theoretically, yes, but your situation—" Adler hesitated for a moment, a rare look of hesitation on his face, "is very special. You haven't undergone systematic sequence training before, you haven't followed a growth trajectory step by step from sequence 9, and even your awakening itself is full of unrepeatable randomness.

"I haven't encountered a precedent exactly like yours, so I can't give you a definite answer."

She paused, as if searching for fragments of information in her memory.

"Perhaps you can temporarily gain experience by constantly hunting down criminals and completing assignments, just like other armed detectives. It's a gradual process, not necessarily the fastest, but certainly the safest. As for whether it will have the same effect on you, I can't guarantee."

Li Ang nodded, indicating that he had taken the advice to heart.

"However," Adler's tone suddenly turned serious, as if he had made a final judgment, "there is one thing I can confirm."

Li Ang awaited her response.

"Your current sequence level is definitely not a simple sequence 9."

Adler's gaze fell directly on Li Ang, his eyes carrying a scrutinizing weight.

She knew there were many things about this man that she couldn't understand, whether it was Old Jack's strong recommendation or the feeling she had from the moment he appeared in front of her.

He was enveloped in a certain aura, an aura that did not belong to a fledgling Sequence 9, nor even to any Sequence level she had ever encountered.

Li Ang paused for a moment, then slowly nodded.

"I see."

The topic has come to an end once again.

Adler pursed his lips and shifted his gaze to a certain point on the table, as if he were making his final mental preparations.

Li Ang noticed this movement; the other person seemed even more hesitant than before.

"There's one more thing," she finally spoke, her voice a few decibels lower than before, "There's something I need to tell you about your sister."

Li Ang's heart sank.

"What happened to my sister?"

"She's in the association's prison now," Adler said, enunciating each word clearly.

"Why?!"

Li Ang's voice suddenly rose, and his fingers clenched into fists on his knees.

Adler did not avoid his gaze, but met his eyes and, in an extremely solemn tone, revealed the shocking truth, word by word.

"Because she is a witch."

"No! It should be said that her true identity is the offspring of an evil god."

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