Author: 冬瓜茶仙人 / Winter Melon Tea Immortal

Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/

Chapter 157

Dwight had just arrived at his residence when he happened to encounter a messenger delivering a new roster along with some small gifts.

Shivers briefly glanced through the gift box, which contained a set of glass snuff bottles, a handmade collapsible portable lantern, and a small box of premium cigarettes. The price wasn’t extraordinarily high, but the items were exquisitely crafted. Considering that every guest traveling to White Bridge received such a gift box, the total expenditure was quite substantial.

“Such generosity, just to adjust a few auction items and some entertainment programs?” Shivers wondered aloud as he browsed through the letter attached to the gift box. It was written in beautiful cursive handwriting, with a lengthy and flowery introduction and conclusion. Only the middle part “sincerely apologized” for the changes in the auction program for the day.

“Although Adan’s warehouse didn’t suffer significant losses, it needs to be sealed off for investigation. The items originally scheduled for today’s auction all need to be replaced. It’s their usual tactic to save the best items for last to keep guests coming back. It’s not easy to quickly find other items of equivalent value,” Dwight said as he skimmed through the catalog. “And they only had a few hours from midnight to now. Achieving this much already is quite impressive.”

“Mr. Louis said the Wolf King himself is taking charge. It seems he’s not too old to still handle things,” Shivers said with a slight frown. From their standpoint, they would have preferred if Khalif were an old man with white hair, no teeth, and had difficulty walking.

Dwight shook his head. “Half the credit goes to Adan, who was nearly killed by Vasilia. Even though he’s down, his pre-planned, effective responses to unexpected situations are essential for organizing such large events. Khalif’s strength doesn’t lie in this area. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have delegated power, at least not for the most lucrative auction.”

“The same goes for Louis. He would never fully delegate the Wolf’s armed forces to anyone but himself. This is why Louis hasn’t found an opportunity to eliminate him since becoming an Elder.” Dwight pondered for a moment. “With the auction’s organizer dead, a high-ranking official with sufficient authority must replace him to face the public. Khalif won’t hastily delegate power again, so he has to take charge himself. Once his attention is diverted, he’s likely to show vulnerabilities.”

Dwight also noticed that today’s description of Astrologer Kurt had been altered in the featured program. Some even exaggeratedly emphasized Kurt’s identity and status, almost depicting him as the only shining star in the universe. Upon confirming, he saw that besides the added and removed auction items, only Kurt’s description had been modified.

This was likely an attempt to raise the price, or perhaps… Khalif had changed his mind.

He realized Kurt’s value was higher than expected, at least more than the potential sale price.

This confirmed that during Kurt’s second meeting with Khalif, he had given the impression of being exceptionally valuable. High-value items sometimes failed to sell, and Khalif was laying the groundwork to keep Kurt.

The problem was that Kurt probably didn’t know that his former landlord Charlie and his brother were Khalif’s long-sought Holy Grail. If Kurt unknowingly made a prophecy pointing directly at the two brothers—

Dwight rubbed his temples, trying to concentrate, but the constant noise was impossible to ignore.

“What are they arguing about?” he asked, unable to bear it any longer. He hadn’t been this frustrated in a long time. He had spent half the night accompanying Rabbit Head to the so-called Paradise Island. Heaven knows, he understood why Priscilla and the knights often whispered about his cleanliness obsession, but if Priscilla had to endure the vast, foul-smelling garbage dump like he did, she would have fainted on the spot.

He couldn’t imagine how anyone could live in such a place long-term. If it hadn’t been the dead of night with limited visibility, he would have probably behaved as weakly as Priscilla, reacting to the maggots and rats in the sewers. Rabbit Head spent half the time comforting him and the other half gloating, thinking the darkness hid his expressions. This especially irritated the Duke, who felt his limits being continuously lowered by the other, yet he was helpless.

The mental torment combined with the physical exhaustion from a sleepless night made him extremely sensitive to noise.

“It sounds like Emerald.” The Knight Commander walked to the door and spoke with someone outside before returning. “Amber came back to see it, and they had a fight.”

Because Emerald was still a fledgling, it wasn’t too wild and uncontrollable. After a few meals, it accepted the Duke’s feeding, finding the human food both abundant and high-quality. Not having to hunt for food itself, it quickly accepted the set-up and enjoyed its meals, becoming quite content.

Well-fed, its temper improved significantly, and it gradually accepted the Duke bringing Amber in front of it. The boy took care of Emerald with genuine concern, treating it like a child with great patience.

Because of this, when the Duke temporarily assigned Amber to Priscilla to help Erica (essentially running errands and passing messages while the adults were busy), Emerald felt neglected. The normally well-fed Pluto Owl was now acting out, throwing tantrums at anyone it saw.

“If its too much trouble, let Amber take it to Erica for a break,” Dwight said, rubbing his head. “Rabbit Head made something to clip onto its wings to slow it down. It’s still a prototype, so we haven’t used it yet.”

The young Pluto Owl was intelligent enough to understand simple human intentions. Animals naturally hated having their freedom restricted, but it was also bored from being caged. Somehow, Amber managed to communicate with it. Once it calmed down, it was let out, happily flying around the room—though much slower than before, like a strange black kite.

Amber had prepared a large bag to carry Emerald, but the newly freed Pluto Owl refused to comply. Though it couldn’t fly fast, it maintained height, making Amber chase it around the room, knocking over decorations, causing more commotion than the earlier argument.

Dwight, desperate for a nap, finally couldn’t stand it and asked Shivers to grab his coat.

Shivers had already instructed the maids to prepare hot water for washing and lit sleep-inducing incense in the bedroom. Seeing the Duke still intending to go out, he worried about his health and personally escorted Amber and Emerald downstairs, urging the Duke to rest.

Although Dwight had inherited the Duke title for several years, he was still growing. Running around the continent during this critical phase of development worried the Knight Commander.

“Two hours of sleep will be enough,” Shivers said softly. “Shiloh is watching over Aquinas, so there won’t be any trouble. As long as that old man, Jason, and the few trade heads are there, Paradise Island is under control. Didn’t Mr. Charlie say Miss Prima might have seen something last night? With Charlie’s list holding Khalif’s attention, we have time before Kurt is taken away tonight.”

That was their plan.

The third basement level where Kurt was held was one of the most heavily guarded places by the Wolf Family. Only Khalif and Adan had the authority to open Kurt’s location. With Adan’s fate unknown, only Khalif could freely enter and exit. Even Louis had never ventured down the stairs to that level. They hadn’t known that every entryway from the first floor down had truth mirrors that could see through disguises and transformations to the bone. If Charlie and Louis hadn’t had almost identical bloodlines, Charlie, disguised as Louis, would have been exposed immediately.

Because of this, Charlie gave up trying to sneak in to meet Kurt, realizing he couldn’t handle Khalif, Xanye, and Adan’s men alone without external support.

Since infiltration was nearly impossible, Charlie planned to follow the carriage when Kurt was taken out of his comfortable prison, waiting for a chance to act. If the escort force was too strong, he’d wait for the handover moment during the auction to strike.

When that happened, the Wolf Family would inevitably react, marking the moment Charlie, Shiloh, and others joined forces with Yitzfa’s undercover agents to test the fruits of their efforts on Paradise Island. Since last night, they had been secretly organizing a strike to protest: their low-wage industries and menial jobs wouldn’t impact the inner city much in the short term, but the inner city’s dazzling auction relied on their more capable brothers and sisters.

When those lords, who only knew how to shout and whip workers, found the lights they relied on were dimmed due to lack of maintenance, the kitchens that should have been producing exquisite dishes were cold with extinguished stoves, and the countless coachmen, gardeners, maids, and laundresses refused to work, just appeasing the angry and dissatisfied guests would consume a large portion of the two families’ resources. Their dependence on these low-status people was even greater than that of the guests.

While military force might be the best way to restore order, as long as Louis was around, Khalif would find those Paradise Island people, whom they always looked down on, even more troublesome than pirates. And several Lions were already watching him closely, waiting for him to expose his neck.

“I have a bad feeling,” Dwight said, looking unwell.

“Everything is still under control—”

No, he thought Rabbit Head might use Louis’s identity to seduce Prima for information. Even though she was likely to reveal everything without that, Rabbit Head was always acting like a peacock, showing off to any woman he met.

He didn’t want to discuss this with Shivers and couldn’t determine if his unease was due to fearing Charlie’s overindulgence, Shiloh losing control, or Khalif learning everything from the astrologer. To him, the entire plan was fraught with potential pitfalls. Any step could trigger an explosion.

But Shivers insisted he rest, arguing that Mr. Charlie’s breakfast meeting with Miss Prima could seem too abrupt if they joined, making her hesitate to speak honestly.

“Make sure Amber knows how to remove the enchanted clasp on Emerald. Once you see Priscilla, don’t leave her side. If anything urgent happens and Erica can’t respond, have Emerald notify me—immediately.”

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Author: 冬瓜茶仙人 / Winter Melon Tea Immortal

Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/

Chapter 156

Tracing back through history, the territories occupied by the various Black Gold Families were all taken through invasion. Ironically, the only group recognized as a violent gang, the Lion family, settled in the previously uninhabited snowy tundra through conquest. The other families’ stability and prosperity were based on plunder and oppression. Perhaps the Fox Family appeared the most gentle and harmless, but in essence, they still operated through a highly effective parasitic system.

When Alexander first began his studies, he hadn’t realized that the texts and ideas he was exposed to were things that most Paradise Island residents could never hope to encounter in their lifetimes. When he did realize this, the ensuing pain and resentment made him harbor a secret grudge against Louis for a time.

Robbers. Murderers. Frauds. The inner city was full of these well-dressed hypocrites. They arrived uninvited from afar, attracted by the area’s natural advantages, and treated the ancestors of Paradise Island’s inhabitants like mules, relentlessly building their so-called “home”.

Fahim, who arranged everything for him, easily saw through him. The extremely rational and thoughtful man didn’t try to mediate the subtle tension between the two boys and didn’t stop him from secretly visiting his family and facing the chasm-like divide between the inner city and Paradise Island. This divide didn’t even have much historical animosity; both sides instinctively tried to draw boundaries while simultaneously seeking coexistence.

So without anyone having to say much, young Alexander retreated on his own. He closed his textbooks, gradually trained himself to focus on other subjects, and achieved progress matching his efforts. After Fahim’s death, he stayed by Louis’s side. He didn’t know why Louis brought up this topic now.

“I was once shaken,” he admitted after a moment of silence. “But I chose you.”

The reasons behind Alexander’s decision were somewhat complex. First, Fahim and Louis had provided him with a previously unimaginable level of comfort. He couldn’t truly resent them because of history. Second, although the inner city had never fully accepted him, he no longer had a place in his family on Paradise Island either. Third, he found Louis to be very strong.

This strength wasn’t related to physical prowess. At the time, his boss was thin, pale, prone to fevers from the slightest breeze or rain, and frequently sick. He often had a stern face due to discomfort, rarely smiling or speaking. Yet none of this affected Louis’s ability to easily outshine Alexander in every non-physical aspect. He was both smart and insightful, excelling in various subjects as if they posed no challenge. Fahim treated him like an adult—an intelligent adult—which was quite remarkable since Fahim often publicly declared that the family was full of “fools”. Problems that drove Alexander crazy always found suitable solutions with Louis. He knew outsiders called him the “all-purpose secretary”, but many of the tasks he handled were actually pre-planned by Louis. He was merely a flawless executor.

Admiring strength might be a human instinct, and to this day, Alexander still respected Louis from the bottom of his heart. He knew that even with Fahim’s guidance, Louis’s life in White Bridge hadn’t been smooth. Fahim’s untimely death left Louis to stand his ground among the surrounding wolves and carve out a place under Khalif. Alexander was well aware of how much effort Louis had invested to achieve this.

He wanted Louis to succeed but didn’t know what Louis truly wanted.

It seemed Louis couldn’t provide an answer either. After a moment of silence, he suddenly changed the subject. “What did those two workers say?”

Alexander had been prepared to confess his secret efforts to support the residents of Paradise Island, including compiling compensation lists and distributing free bean soup to malnourished children at his own expense. Instead, he was caught off guard by the question and took a second to respond.

“They claimed the fire was an accident. Bravi’s severe injury was unexpected. They didn’t realize he was so fragile. They admitted others were involved but refused to give names for now. More pressure might make them crack, so I ordered the questioning to stop temporarily,” Alexander reported. “Bravi stopped breathing before midnight… Mr. Adan was delayed due to this and had to work late, leading to the attack.”

Though anyone with eyes could see that the debauched Bravi was a useless fool whose death was no great loss, he was Adan’s relative, making it difficult for Adan to stay uninvolved.

“So they just wanted to beat Bravi up and didn’t expect that pig to be so weak.” Louis tried to recall who Bravi was but couldn’t remember.

“That’s about right,” Alexander confirmed. “The smaller one withstood the interrogation well. Most information came from the other, but they didn’t plan their escape, so they genuinely don’t know where their accomplices are hiding.”

“Then we’ll find them,” Louis said, glancing at a cabinet. Alexander understood, went to a drawer, and pulled out a hand-drawn map. Louis marked several locations.

“The port and nearby streets, the southwest upper and lower streets with many vacant houses, and the scattered construction sites in this area.” Louis decided without much thought. “Also, the bilge compartments near the shore. These areas need a thorough search.”

“I’m going to Adan’s place. You’ll handle this,” Louis said.

……

Several hours earlier on Paradise Island.

Aquinas closed the door behind him, wiping sweat from his forehead, and hurried to the bed to check if his hidden stash was still there. Despite years of diligently playing his part, his “upper-class” lifestyle on Paradise Island was relative. The residents were generally poor, so even with many people willing to support him, they couldn’t offer much. Necessary expenses for maintaining appearances also couldn’t be avoided, so Aquinas relied on accumulating small amounts over time.

He had been hesitant, reluctant to give up his hard-earned reputation, hoping that the terrifying individuals who had coerced him would let him go after achieving their goals (though he still didn’t know what those were). However, recent developments had given him a bad feeling, and today’s near-out-of-control conflict had deepened this.

The trigger wasn’t significant—two oil refinery workers had skipped work to attend his gathering. The angry boss, losing production and money, stormed over to berate them and even wanted to get physical. Some insiders pushed him away, but by the time Aquinas heard the commotion, the conflict had escalated to a standoff involving over a hundred people on each side. If the cursed man hadn’t privately talked with him and the refinery boss, calming both sides, the situation might have turned bloody.

The two workers weren’t originally Aquinas’s followers because the refinery’s round-the-clock operations left them no time to attend gatherings. However, the recently spread death list included their family members who had died unjustly. Unable to accept this, they sought solace from Aquinas, the “messenger connecting the underworld and the living”.

Conflicts weren’t uncommon on Paradise Island, but the leaders of various factions usually restrained their followers to keep them manageable. Aquinas rarely saw such a large and emotional confrontation. The intense atmosphere and the irrational behavior of people used to being submissive made him nervous.

He knew those men were rapidly influencing the populace, but his status among his followers hadn’t changed. Initially, he planned to muddle through, but the enormous changes happening around him made him wary. Everyone could feel the oppressive tension hovering over Paradise Island, turning it into a powder keg. While Aquinas lacked other skills, his instinct for self-preservation was sharper than most. He had no evidence, but he sensed the men who had kidnapped him were waiting for the right moment. They had diffused the current conflict because the timing wasn’t right yet.

A smart person wouldn’t get involved in such matters, so he planned to run.

His savings wouldn’t last long in the inner city, with its endless temptations. Aquinas had no confidence in himself—after all, he had lost all his money in just a few days, ending up on Paradise Island.

The auction would end in two days, and he had found someone who sold black market tickets, negotiating a spot to escape to Fortuna City and switch to another ship.

Stuffing a wad of cash into his pocket, he opened the door and ran into someone.

“Where are you going?” Shiloh asked suspiciously.

He was still wearing the white robe representing Aquinas’s assistants. Without followers around, he had pulled back the hood, revealing a messy head of red curls like a cat-tangled ball of yarn.

Aquinas was startled and stammered, “N-Nowhere.”

Shiloh scratched his chin, watching as Aquinas slowly held his breath.

“The shopkeeper said you might run away, so I’m keeping an eye on you,” he said, giving Aquinas a bright smile. “That’s not true, is it?”

“Of course not,” Aquinas replied with a tearful smile.

“Then go back and rest. Don’t wander off,” Shiloh said, pushing him back into the room. “Most people have left, but some stubborn ones are still hanging around. I just managed to persuade them to leave, and I’m exhausted. Do me a favor and don’t add to my workload.”

Aquinas had no choice but to be pushed back. As he walked, he noticed Shiloh’s hands were slightly scraped, and his robe was noticeably wrinkled, causing his eyelids to twitch.

If the smooth-talking “shopkeeper” was an evil curse master, then the rest were ruthless fighters, including this boy who still looked like a kid. Aquinas had seen him punch a troublemaker twice his weight, sending him flying with bloody teeth scattered everywhere, giving him nightmares for a whole night.

“I just wanted to take a walk,” Aquinas weakly explained.

Shiloh thought for a moment. “I’ll go with you then, to protect you. The shopkeeper said you’re an important role, and if something happens to you while we still need you, it’ll be a hassle.”

“No need,” Aquinas said feebly. “Maybe tomorrow morning. You should rest early too. Good night.”

Shiloh stood there, watching as Aquinas awkwardly closed the door, then shrugged and pulled out an apple, sitting down to eat.

Aquinas could hear Shiloh’s loud, crisp chewing through the door, making him feel a chill in his heart.

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Author: 冬瓜茶仙人 / Winter Melon Tea Immortal

Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/

Chapter 155

No one could answer that question.

Jason had a lot he wanted to say. For example, neither the Wolf nor the Monkey Families were to be trifled with. Even if the two men who were captured withstood torture without betraying them, Bravi and the others present at the time would eventually trace the clues back to them. Moreover, their reckless behavior this time didn’t just affect themselves. It could potentially lead to a major reshuffle of workers in the nearby district, forcing many to lose their jobs. More practically, their current hideout in this abandoned cellar wasn’t as safe as they imagined. It was quite possible that before the auction ended and the ships left the harbor, they might be awakened by a sudden pounding on the door, with armed men standing outside ready to take them away for punishment.

No, this time, with members of the Wolf family injured, the perpetrators would likely pay with their lives.

If they died for this reason, their names wouldn’t even be recorded on the death list, let alone receive any compensation. It would be as if they had lived in vain.

But Jason couldn’t bring himself to say these things. He didn’t want to make these poor men despair. Just as Peter and his companions, despite being on the run and paranoid, recognized Jason and unhesitatingly brought him to their hideout and laid everything out for him, Jason also felt a deep sympathy and regret for them.

This was a natural bond and trust among the people of Paradise Island. Such feelings might usually be overshadowed by the conflicts between Aquinas’s sect, Jason’s Brotherhood, and the merchants’ guild, but once external conflicts outweighed internal ones, a surprising sense of unity would emerge, like rocks revealed as the tide receded.

“Do you really want to leave White Bridge?” Jason asked. “Why not return to Paradise Island? Even the oldest elders there can’t fully explain all the secret paths. Even if the Wolf and Monkey Families do hold their noses and search, everyone would help cover for you.”

“How long would they search?” The man, who had been tending to the injured, spoke in a muffled voice. “We’re like rats, but we can’t survive on scraps from the sewers. Our families don’t have extra food to support us while we hide.”

Jason was silent.

“People like us can’t survive in White Bridge,” Luke said sadly. “This was always destined to be the case. Our ancestors preferred to live half-dead rather than open their eyes and admit it. We have no right to criticize them. If it weren’t for this trouble…”

If it weren’t for this trouble, which turned long-standing self-deceptive fantasies into an inescapable reality.

“You should come with us,” Peter said. “You’re a capable man, Jason. You’re brave and upright, and everyone respects you. Someone like you should accomplish great things. Don’t you wonder what the world outside White Bridge is like?”

“Of course, I’ve thought about it,” Jason admitted. “But if I leave, what about my brother and friends? What about the brothers in the Brotherhood? Sure, they could come with me. Strong men won’t starve anywhere, but what about the elderly, women, and children in their families?”

As a leader of sorts, Jason was used to thinking further ahead than others. He had even pondered Peter’s question on his own: What was White Bridge like originally? Was it divided into Paradise Island and the inner city from the start? Who decided which area belonged to whom?

Unfortunately, the poor had no right to write or learn history. All they could do was accept their fate. But then again, if Jason were content to accept everything, he wouldn’t have asked Eugene to teach him to read and write.

Deep down, he always had doubts. If given the chance, even a small one, he wanted to see the world from the perspective of the inner city, to see if it was the same as what their ancestors had seen.

“Then we can go find a new place,” Luke said excitedly. “We can find a secluded spot, search for water sources, cultivate the land, and if we establish ourselves, we can gradually bring everyone out.”

This idea wasn’t sudden. Everyone was nodding.

“Once we all leave, let those lords fend for themselves! Let them clean their own shoes, milk their own cows, and feed their own horses!” He clenched his fist. “They’re actually just rich wastrels who can’t even drive a carriage. They can’t survive on their own.”

Only Jason remained level-headed. As their thoughts ran wild, he brought them back to reality. “You need to think about how to hide until the auction ends. Where will you get food and water? Even if you tough it out for a few days, there’s no guarantee this place won’t be discovered.”

Peter and the others fell silent. Luke pleaded with Jason, “If you won’t leave with us, can you help keep watch? Peter risked getting supplies, but we can’t guarantee he won’t run into someone next time. And we should stay inside. I know this kind of case is usually handled by Bravi’s top enforcer, a very capable man. He never leaves a clue behind—two years ago, he uncovered the Black Hawk captain’s embezzlement just from a broken wine barrel.”

Jason was startled. “Are you sure?”

Luke nodded. “My brother told me back then but warned me not to spread it. You all saw it—the captain and ship’s doctor were hanged on the mast, starved to death, their bodies turned to mummies before being taken down.” They rarely dealt with big figures, but whenever something major happened in the inner city, Paradise Island would hear the gossip. The shock from that event was intense. No one in White Bridge hadn’t heard of it.

Jason, who worked at the docks, certainly knew about it. The sight of those long-hung bodies terrified many sailors. For a long time, many captains looked sickly.

“If it’s him, it’s definitely not good,” Jason said solemnly. “Stay put. I’ll try to find out more.” This was a risky promise. If caught, Jason could be considered an accomplice. But his inherent sense of duty and protection wouldn’t let him ignore their plight.

……

Alexander hesitated before knocking on Louis’s study door. This was rare. They had worked closely for years, more closely than others, but since returning from Fortuna City, Louis had changed. It wasn’t that his appearance or behavior seemed off, but he seemed to be plotting something, and Alexander was entirely excluded.

He had no right to interfere with Louis’s plans, but as his first deputy for many years, handling communication and orders, being left out felt unsettling.

Louis was waiting behind his desk. Seeing Alexander enter with a stack of documents, he put down his pen.

“Is it done?” he asked.

Alexander nodded, carefully placing the documents on the desk. “Time was tight. There might be omissions.”

That was unavoidable. The Wolf family had a strict hierarchy and a large population. No previous head had ever thought of making a comprehensive list. Family genealogies existed, but collecting them last minute was challenging. Including all illegitimate children added to the workload, but Alexander did his best.

“This wasn’t our task. You’ve done well,” Louis said, flipping through a list casually. “Where did these come from?”

“I bothered Mr. Cameron’s secretary, Terry, all night, begging for the records of newborns receiving blessings from relevant years. Fortunately, he was up for a meeting tonight and hadn’t slept either,” Alexander explained. “There might be gaps.”

The newborn blessing was a Wolf Family tradition, symbolizing encouragement of birth to strengthen the family and welcoming newborns. The number was neither large nor small, with more symbolic than practical significance, always handled by Cameron.

“Gaps are fine,” Louis said, putting the list back. “It’s just to report back.”

Alexander hesitated but couldn’t hold back. “What does Lord Khalif want with this list, sir?”

He knew Louis’s nature. If he felt Alexander should know something, he would tell him without being asked. Asking without being told was somewhat tactless. But he had been uneasy for days, and the continuous overtime had frayed his nerves. If he didn’t ask now, he might explode.

Louis wasn’t surprised by the question. The Holy Grail wasn’t a secret within the family, but Khalif’s assignment to Louis was due not only to his swift decisiveness but also his reticence and being the only high-ranking member not fond of factions. Clearly, that old coot didn’t want too much attention on this matter.

“You’ll know soon enough,” he said.

“But—” Alexander didn’t finish his thought.

Louis, not waiting for him to continue, asked for updates on the warehouse fire and Adan’s attack.

Alexander struggled to catch his breath. “I just looked up from the blessing records to bring these to you. These sensitive things can’t be handed off to others. Do you think I have three heads?”

“Khalif wouldn’t be as lenient as I am,” Louis said. “Every time he meets, he’s like a debt collector.”

Alexander pretended not to hear the clear disrespect. “I’ll check on the warehouse later, but wasn’t it you who checked on Mr. Adan?”

“I told you the result. You need to write the report,” Louis said coldly.

Alexander laughed in exasperation. “Why write a report? You yourself said it’s unlikely anyone, but the Lion Family had such skill.”

“That was just a guess,” Louis said. “Other possibilities exist.”

“Malicious guests? Unlikely but not impossible,” Alexander admitted. “Fine, I’ll include that.”

“Just guests?” Louis asked.

Alexander froze. “Are you implying it could be internal? Such an accusation without evidence…”

“Don’t write it down. I’m just speculating,” Louis said, leaning back and looking at the loyal assistant he’d worked with for years. “Alexander, I remember Fahim arranged the same lessons for you as me.”

“Yes. I’m not as smart, started later, and always struggled,” Alexander replied, unsure why Louis brought this up.

“But you worked hard,” Louis said. “There was one course some Elders opposed you taking, but Fahim insisted. You even complained about having one less course. Remember?”

“That’s because I didn’t know how expensive hiring a teacher was,” Alexander said. “Of course, I remember. They said I wasn’t qualified to learn history.”

“Why?”

Alexander frowned. “Why? They think people from Paradise Island aren’t fit to learn anything, right?”

“No. They didn’t object to you learning arithmetic or grammar, just history,” Louis said. “Because history is against them. White Bridge originally belonged to Paradise Island. The Wolf and Monkey took it. They don’t want Paradise Island remembering that.”

Alexander understood but still didn’t grasp why Louis mentioned it.

“That was long ago,” Alexander said. “Even if memories were passed down, it’s useless. Paradise Island can’t resist, neither then nor now.”

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Author: 冬瓜茶仙人 / Winter Melon Tea Immortal

Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/

Chapter 154

In this dark and cramped space, five or six people were huddled together, resembling a nest of field mice suddenly unearthed.

“Peter, who’s he?” The person sitting at the outermost edge squinted suspiciously. They had lit a few candle stubs—cheap products made from scraps scraped off candleholders and reheated for reuse. These candles were full of impurities, dim, and smoky, making it hard to see clearly.

Peter pushed Jason inside. “Shh—keep it down. Can’t you see who he is? This is Jason!”

This answer immediately stirred the group. One man squeezed through the others. “Jason? Is it really Jason? I’m Luke, from the blue house by the garment factory.”

“It’s you, Luke.” Jason was genuinely surprised this time. He did know this man because his hands were naturally disabled and not very nimble, which made people reluctant to hire him. A few years ago, Luke had sought his help, and Jason personally took him on for a while. Seeing Luke’s diligence, the foreman eventually stopped rejecting him.

“What are you doing here?” Jason asked. “Have you been working in the inner city?”

Luke waved his right hand, where a few fingers were fused together, making it look like a strangely shaped lump of flesh, but he didn’t seem to care.

“They? Ha, they wouldn’t give someone like me a job,” Luke said. “I stole Old Blima’s clothes and came in at night—I know where Harvey and the others work. The warehouse district is a bit far from the central area.”

They made room for Jason in the murky, dim air. Inside, someone lay motionless, chest barely moving, almost like a corpse.

“They broke his head. He could talk at first, but now…” A sturdy man curled up in a corner seemed to be watching over him, shaking his head worriedly.

Jason felt a sinking feeling in his chest.

“What happened?” he demanded.

Luke, the most articulate among them, explained everything to Jason in detail. Recently, a list of the dead had spread through Paradise Island, naming those who had died in the past five years. The people on the island still had vivid memories and feelings about those listed. Some refused to accept this news and sought confirmation. They exchanged information through Aquinas’s gatherings and found that the people on the list were indeed dead. Some had even received compensation from the Wolf family.

The problem was that the notices accompanying the compensation were usually brief and cold. Outsiders didn’t want to spend a second longer on the filthy Paradise Island, often throwing down the money and leaving abruptly, forcing the grieving families to process their loss alone. They didn’t dare ask, or feel entitled to ask, how their loved ones had died. Long treated like silent livestock, the people of Paradise Island weren’t even sure they had the right to question. Until a few days ago, their whispered queries in the dead of night suddenly found answers.

Though disabled, Luke had a very clever brother who, imitating adults from a young age, spoke sweetly and became a mediator between Paradise Island and the inner city. Many found work in the inner city through him. Because of this, even though Luke had never been to the inner city, he knew the areas his brother frequented, as did Peter and others who entered the inner city through his brother.

“Four months ago, he brought in two young men and never returned. Everyone said he was taken in by a rich boss and living the high life inside,” Luke said bitterly. “But he was actually dead—someone told me he did nothing wrong but saw evidence of someone else’s affair on his way home. To keep their secret, the couple beat him to death!”

Luke’s family didn’t even receive compensation, nor did they hear of his death, simply because one of the illicit lovers was from the Monkey Family. To avoid implicating another family, the Wolf chose silence.

Luke, who had always felt inferior due to his disability, took great pride in his clever brother, the family’s hope. When he heard of his brother’s death, he was sleepless all night. Before dawn, he stole clothes and entered the inner city, where he met the recently dismissed Peter and his companions. Coincidentally, Peter had also gotten his dock worker job through Luke’s brother. They had been cautious and hardworking but were dismissed by Bravi for their “unpleasant accents”.

Already disgruntled, Peter and the others, upon hearing Luke’s story, were incensed. In a moment of impulse, they set a fire in the warehouse corner, intending only to cause some financial loss. But the fire spread uncontrollably. As they fled, they were spotted by Bravi’s lackeys. A scuffle ensued. A few managed to escape before the firefighters arrived, but two were captured, and one was severely injured, now on the brink of death.

They couldn’t stay in the inner city, nor could they return to Paradise Island and risk bringing trouble to their families. They had no choice but to break into an empty house and hide in its cellar.

After listening to their story, Jason’s face turned red with anger and then pale. He wanted to shout at them for their foolishness but restrained himself, thinking of Luke’s brother and the other dead.

Sensing Jason’s thoughts, Luke stiffened his neck. “I know it was reckless, but I don’t regret it. Who knows if Bravi was the one who killed my brother to hide his affair? Even if not, he’s no good.”

Peter and the others, though scared and regretful, agreed. They held deep resentment towards Bravi, who had tormented them on his rare visits to the warehouse. Once, in a fit of anger, he stomped on a worker’s fingers with his heel, breaking them, then dismissed him for his “shrill screams”.

“Do you think staying away will prevent trouble for your families?” Jason asked patiently. “They’ll track you down—”

“They might not,” Peter interjected. “We all got jobs through Luke’s brother. With him dead, Bravi and his men don’t even know our names.” In the warehouse, they were called “hey” or “that one”.

“We’ve planned it out. After the auction, many ships will leave. We’ll sneak aboard, and even if we’re thrown overboard, it’s better than being caught by Bravi.”

Jason, forgetting about his clean clothes, sat down on the dusty floor, feeling both shocked and saddened.

“Why…” He could barely speak. “Why would you rather risk this than return? Paradise Island is poor, but you can survive with effort.”

“No, we can’t survive there!” The men exclaimed. “This is the best time for us—young, strong, and healthy. But look at us. Even Bravi’s dogs live better than we do!”

Luke sneered. “If they wanted, many would willingly be their pets.” Rich people, bored with cats, dogs, and horses, sought more thrills, like keeping wild beasts or snakes. Luke’s brother once told him of a high-ranking person who built a two-story structure in his home to keep beautiful people. No one else but the owner existed there. The young men and women were naked, unable to stand or speak, treated as pets. Periodically, “aged” pets were discarded, their bodies bearing scars, but even the guards were indifferent.

Jason felt uneasy hearing this, not for any other reason but because his brother Jim had once told him that a young master liked him and promoted him to a personal valet. Though it restricted his time, it improved his living conditions.

Jason absolutely believed Jim wouldn’t sell his soul for luxury, but the scariest part of the inner city was that people like them often had no choice.

The example of Luke’s brother, dead for so long without his family knowing, deeply unsettled him.

Today, Jason had found the Green Shade Villa and met Jim’s friend, but the friend couldn’t say where Jim had been transferred. He seemed even more anxious than Jason, who ended up comforting him.

Jason hadn’t lied to Eugene. That introverted big guy did reveal more: Jim’s recent “fall from favor” was true. The young master was getting married, and while building a relationship with his fiancée, Jim, who had consumed much of the master’s attention, became a target. Marriage was more important, so Jim was discarded, returning to his original post—the master, thinking himself magnanimous, believed sending him back without harming him was generous. But they had no idea the cold looks and potential revenge Jim faced, having briefly risen and then fallen again, made his life very difficult.

At that moment, the man on the floor groaned weakly, startling everyone. They looked at him worriedly, but he made no further sound. The closest person patted him gently, but there was no response.

“He’s dying,” Luke said sadly.

Peter’s basket contained some cloth for bandages, but these were useless. Even if they were free, they didn’t know where to find a doctor, nor could they afford one.

Silence fell. Outside, the wind seemed to rise, shaking the cellar door without loosening it. The candle stubs burned low, the light dimming further.

Even this old, cramped, dusty cellar was better than many houses on Paradise Island, where some couldn’t find enough wood or stones and had to use leaves and grass to make shelters. With luck, only half would collapse in the wind or rain. With bad luck, the whole structure would fall apart.

If Jim hadn’t gone to the inner city, the two brothers wouldn’t have even had enough space to sleep at home—Jason was tall, and Jim wasn’t short either. Both at home meant there was no room to lie down.

“Why is it like this?” Peter’s voice broke the silence. He spoke softly, as if to himself, but everyone could hear him. “What did we do to deserve being born into this world like this? If the gods are always watching the continent, how do they decide who’s born rich and who’s destined to be poor?”

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Chapter 153

His usual indifferent attitude clearly displeased Khalif, so it was only natural that he was excluded from assisting Khalif with the auction. Another Elder who was excluded was Arthur, who was always in charge of external trade. Meanwhile, Azman, who was responsible for public relations, and Cameron, who handled internal affairs, were granted permission to assist. After the meeting, they were to head to Adan’s office to urgently take over all arrangements for the following morning (nobody mentioned any concern for Adan’s current condition).

Charlie didn’t care about this arrangement at all—he was sure Louis wouldn’t be interested in the auction either. If anything, he was more surprised that even at this point, Khalif and the Wolf higher-ups hadn’t shown any interest in delving deeper into these two unusual incidents.

Maybe they thought it was Louis’s responsibility and not their concern, but while the White Bridge auction wasn’t always perfectly smooth, the few crises it faced were mainly external. Never had there been a situation like now that directly threatened the upper echelons.

So they hastily called a meeting in the middle of the night to discuss calming measures for the important guests, usually attended to directly by Adan, yet no one mentioned the dockworkers who started the fire.

If not for the timing, Charlie would have laughed out loud—in the mocking way the Duke often did.

Such arrogance—they seemed to believe that only entities as large as the Lion Family (or larger) could be worthy opponents. Yet, they didn’t want to directly confront the Lion representatives, instead whispering about collaborating with the Monkeys, even suggesting they use some untraceable witchcraft to deal with them without leaving evidence.

Although Charlie had a lingering fear of the Lion family, he could objectively analyze their upper management style. If Vasilia heard about these midnight plots, she might laugh out loud and ask since when did the Wolves assimilated with the Monkeys. This kind of method was only used by old, cowardly tortoises who feared death.

Khalif wasn’t like this before. During the days when Charlie was constantly thinking up ways to escape and wander the streets, Fahim often spoke to the twins about this decisive man. At that time, the White Wolf’s evaluation of him was: “Narrow-minded, occasionally impulsive and reckless, but shrewd, with both ambition and strength.” This was rare praise from Fahim, who held himself in high regard. It’s hard to imagine what expression he would have now if he saw the current Khalif.

The conference room was brightly lit. Charlie discreetly observed Khalif for a moment, sensing that he didn’t show the fatigue and decline in physical strength that Louis and other reports mentioned. It was already past midnight, yet as a man working overnight, he appeared more focused and energetic than Azman, who had prominent dark circles and had stifled several yawns, mistakenly thinking no one noticed, unaware that his tear-streaked eyes and drooping eyelids had already betrayed him.

Khalif was also displeased with his state and sternly ordered him to “wash his face properly” before proceeding. Arthur and Cameron had already left their seats and exited the conference room.

Azman wanted to say a few more words to Khalif but was waved away impatiently. Before leaving, he glanced at Louis, who was still sitting steadily, with a peculiar look, seemingly mocking his lack of tact.

Charlie didn’t look at him, only turning to Khalif after everyone else had left. This was his second face-to-face encounter with Khalif. The anger previously on the family leader’s face had vanished, replaced by a remarkably calm expression.

It seemed the exhilaration from the astrologer’s good news had cooled down, Charlie thought.

“How is the list collection going?” Khalif asked.

“My assistant is still working on it,” Charlie replied humbly. “It needs some time.”

“Recall everyone on the list from outside White Bridge,” Khalif immediately ordered. “Everyone. Including those nameless, faceless bastards and disowned traitors. If anyone dares to resist, break their knees and drag them back—but make sure they’re alive.”

Charlie’s heart skipped a beat, but he didn’t show any emotion. He just nodded lightly. “Understood.”

“Remember my words. Bring the list to that side at dawn. I’ll be waiting,” Khalif said in a low voice. “Also, any assassins who attacked Adan, whoever they are, should not leave White Bridge alive.”

With that, he leaned back in his chair, his right hand caressing the large ruby ring on his left index finger, signaling the end of the conversation.

Louis had mentioned this gesture—leaning back indicated Khalif had decided to end the talk, and caressing the ring meant the person in front of him should immediately shut up and leave without another word.

Charlie had to persuade Louis to let him attend this meeting in his place, so he didn’t want to cause any trouble. Following his brother’s usual practice, he left the table. As his hand reached the doorknob, Khalif suddenly asked from behind, “How is the Countess of Mokwen?”

The question was quite abrupt. Charlie withdrew his hand and turned halfway, showing a slightly puzzled expression.

“She’s doing well,” Charlie said. “She’s being treated with the highest standards. To my knowledge, her main goal isn’t the auction but to meet the astrologer, Kurt. I’ve submitted a report on this.”

“I don’t think she needs an astrologer, not if this noble lady is paying attention to the war reports from her homeland,” Khalif said ambiguously. “I remember she’s pregnant—she should be more cautious.”

Charlie didn’t respond this time and just nodded. Seeing Khalif caressing the ring again, he decisively opened the door and walked out.

The conference room was located deep on the first floor of the mansion. As Charlie walked quickly towards the main door, he suddenly felt a gaze prickling the back of his neck. Turning his head, he saw Xanye in a nightgown standing on the stairs, looking down at him.

“Hello, Louis.” Her voice was a bit dreamy, as if she hadn’t fully woken up.

Charlie ignored her and walked out the main door. Outside, only his black carriage remained. The other Elders had already left.

Before getting into the carriage, he looked back once more and saw someone in a room on the second floor quickly drawing the curtains.

Could it be Prima… Charlie thought, deciding it wasn’t the best time to visit her—although their conversation had been brief, Prima’s state wasn’t quite right. The experienced shopkeeper had noticed her reaction upon seeing his face (or rather, Louis’s face).

The surprise of encountering him, mixed with the subconscious urge to check her attire, was a reaction only someone seeing their beloved would have.

“Playboy.” Charlie chuckled softly, heading to the carriage.

“Sir, to the office or back to rest?” the driver asked respectfully.

“To Cross Street in the Western District,” Charlie said without hesitation.

It was one of the closest places in the inner city to Paradise Island.

……

Jason stopped in front of a women’s shoe store that had already turned off its lights.

It was his second time passing by this store. Over the past few days, he had learned some common words from Eugene and happened to recognize the word “moon” in the store’s name, “Pure White Moon”, confirming that he had indeed gone the wrong way.

The inner city was too big and divided into several districts, making it exhausting to navigate on foot without a carriage, unlike Paradise Island, with its countless paths and shortcuts. Added by tonight, something seemed to have happened, as some areas were cordoned off. Jason didn’t want to cause trouble and took a detour, resulting in him losing his sense of direction.

If this continued, he would waste more time wandering in circles. Jason sat down on a raised pavement brick, but barely had he caught his breath before jumping up as if pricked by a wild porcupine—he couldn’t afford to dirty the decent clothes Eugene had lent him, which were essential for walking through the inner city without being driven away as a vagrant.

Fortunately, the streetlights were bright. He twisted his body to check his pants’ reflection in the shop window, trying to see if any irremediable stains had appeared. In the reflection, he saw a figure quickly walking past on the opposite street.

Jason turned sharply and, without much thought, gave chase—at this time of night, anyone still walking the streets was likely a low-status worker, making them a suitable person to ask for directions.

“Hey!” Jason was fast and quickly caught up, but his loud voice startled the person, causing them to drop what they were carrying.

“Sorry, sorry.” Jason hurriedly picked up the basket, but the bread and apples inside rolled out. He quickly grabbed an apple about to roll into the drain, feeling quite embarrassed.

The person took a step back, looking ready to run, but seemed reluctant to abandon their things and stayed put, though silently.

“Here you go…” Jason tried to soften his voice. “I just want to ask for directions. Where am I?”

“Bovington Street,” the hoarse voice replied, seeming to realize Jason wasn’t a threat.

Jason paused, realizing the street name was useless to him, so he had to press on, “Which direction to Paradise Island?”

The person took the basket from him and studied him for a moment. “You want to go to Paradise Island?”

Before Jason could think of an excuse, the person stepped forward. “Jason? Are you Jason?”

“Who are you?” Jason scrutinized the person—long face, wide nose, with two scars, one long and one short, giving him distinctive features. He didn’t recall knowing anyone like that.

“I’m Peter!” the man said urgently, his voice even raspier. “I thought I mistook you—wearing clothes like that! What are you doing here? Come with me.”

Jason, as the head of the Brotherhood, knew at least five Peters, none matching this one. But he didn’t resist, letting himself be pulled along to another street because, under the streetlight, he had seen the man’s face clearly. Despite the clean, simple clothes and a face free of the sunken, sallow look of long-term malnutrition, Jason still sensed the aura of the lower class. Plus, calling out his name so confidently suggested this Peter was also from Paradise Island.

Even if he was wrong, two more Peters as skinny as this one wouldn’t be able to beat Jason, so he wasn’t worried.

Peter, however, was quite flustered, occasionally looking back nervously to check for followers. After taking two turns on a relatively quiet street, he led Jason into the yard of a row of townhouses. The garden was surprisingly small, with a half-submerged door resembling a storm cellar, but even smaller, like an underground storage room.

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Khalif asking about Priscilla was because he was always aware of Lestrop’s experiment. Although he sought cooperation to some extent, Khalif hid the crucial bloodline condition, essentially deceiving the Mokwen royalty. He didn’t want to break this matter and make enemies, which is why Priscilla never got to meet Kurt.

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Chapter 152

“Prima.” The other’s gaze fell on her face, noticing her current panic. “What’s wrong?”

Prima recalled the words she had just overheard on the stairs from her father. “If they arrive, have Causter take them to the conference room to wait for me.”

“They” referred to Louis and the other Elders? But the Elder Council usually convened for significant matters, so why summon them at such an odd hour?

“Are you here for a meeting? What happened?” Prima asked urgently.

Louis looked at her in silence for a moment, as if evaluating whether to tell her.

“Adan encountered an assassin,” he said. “The auction might change.”

Prima’s eyes widened. “But—”

“Now’s not the time to discuss this. Try not to go out these days,” Louis interrupted her, clearly not wanting to say more. “Has your father come downstairs? I don’t want to be late.”

She suddenly remembered the terrifying scene she had just witnessed, her face fluctuating between different expressions. But Louis seemed not to expect her to answer and started walking towards the conference room.

As he passed Prima, the usually reserved girl suddenly grabbed him.

“Louis, please…” She paused, distressed. “Be careful of him.”

“Who?” Louis turned his head to look at her, the wall lamp casting a shadow on his face.

“My father.” Her voice almost broke into tears. “Something’s off. I just saw…”

Her words were cut off by Louis’s actions. He raised his hand and lightly touched Prima’s lips, then smoothly moved to her cheek, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

Even though the timing was wrong, Prima’s face quickly turned red. Louis rarely showed such affection, especially towards Prima, who had always liked him. He was usually polite, but never intimate.

But before she could feel any joy, a voice from behind made her lose all color in her face.

“Prima? At this hour, a lady should be in bed,” Khalif said in a low voice.

Louis looked at her calmly, then nodded past her. “Lord Khalif, I’m here.”

Khalif came from the unlit hallway, ignoring Louis and looking at his daughter, who shouldn’t have been there, with an unreadable expression. “Prima?”

Prima took a deep breath and turned around. “Father.”

“Why aren’t you in bed?” Khalif asked again.

“I—” Prima was momentarily speechless, desperately thinking of an excuse. Louis, standing behind her, lightly poked her back. Khalif didn’t see the small movement.

An idea flashed in her mind. She glanced back at Louis and then lowered her head. “Because Louis came, so I…”

Her explanation was vague, but her panicked and guilty expression fit the mindset of a girl acting impulsively to see her crush. Her uneven breathing and slight sweat suggested she had rushed over to speak to Louis before the meeting.

“How did you know Louis was here?” Khalif continued to look at her.

“I had Maria watch out for me, to inform me no matter the time, so she woke me up.” Prima twisted her dress, avoiding eye contact with Khalif, taking the opportunity to wipe her sweaty palms with the fabric.

“You shouldn’t have done that.” Khalif’s tone changed slightly. Though still reprimanding, Prima could tell he had accepted her excuse, and she felt a wave of relief.

“I’m sorry.” She obediently apologized.

Louis stood silently behind them, showing no involvement in their conversation.

“Is everyone here?” Khalif asked, as if noticing Louis for the first time.

Louis responded indifferently, “I just arrived, sir.”

Meaning he didn’t know either.

Prima picked up another implication: Louis was indicating that both of them, including Prima, had not been there long and had just run into each other.

Khalif nodded. “Come along then.”

He led the way to the conference room, and Louis followed. Before leaving, he told Prima, “You should go back to bed.”

Prima glanced at Khalif’s back. She felt he looked more upright than when they met tonight.

“Don’t worry,” Louis said again. “Go back.”

Prima had no choice. Louis telling her not to worry at least meant Khalif hadn’t heard their earlier conversation.

Thank goodness.

She always knew Louis was reliable, and his recent actions made her feel… Louis seemed to have known about Khalif’s secret all along and covered for her, without distancing himself because Khalif was her father.

This strengthened her resolve to discuss what she had seen with Louis. No matter what Khalif was planning inside, his behavior was highly unusual. As the head of the Wolf Family, he was the one who could least afford to have problems. Prima emotionally resisted acknowledging that Khalif was crossing a line, but the existence of Xanye had already alerted her. She had just been deceiving herself, thinking it was another affair.

Unlike her brothers, she never got involved in family affairs and had no official duties. Louis was one of the few she could trust who also had access to the core of the family. Instinctively, she wanted to confide in him.

But how could she talk to Louis privately? Inviting him to her room was out of the question. Khalif wouldn’t allow it, and she couldn’t do it herself.

Prima returned to her room, restless and unable to sleep.

……

Charlie sat in the second seat from the left, a spot Louis would usually choose to minimize eye contact with Khalif. It was difficult for Khalif to observe Louis’s expressions through the bulky Elder sitting in the first seat.

Louis didn’t quite approve of Charlie taking the risk to attend the meeting tonight, but Charlie wanted to meet Khalif in person. After all, he once had a 50% chance of becoming “Louis” and sitting here.

He didn’t want to know anything about the man who was wholeheartedly pursuing him. Prima, whom he had just unexpectedly encountered, was quite similar to how Louis had described her. Although greatly loved by Khalif, she hadn’t inherited Khalif’s obstinacy and excessive greed. She was rather clever.

Charlie was half-focused on the meeting, but it wasn’t a big deal after reporting on Adan’s current situation. While an Elder being attacked was significant, the upcoming auction in two days was even more critical. Without a host, many plans would be disrupted.

He hadn’t participated in the competition to take over Adan’s work. As usual, such an important matter wouldn’t be entrusted to Louis, whom Khalif had always been wary of. Khalif seemed to want the remaining Elders to temporarily co-manage, but the three of them immediately started arguing over their respective authorities.

“The astrologer’s identity is special. I have reason to believe Adan’s incident is related to him,” someone said. “To be able to break through and attack an Elder on our turf, not many forces have that capability. If we don’t eliminate this threat first, whoever takes over will continue to inherit the risk.”

“How do you propose we eliminate this threat? Do you have a suspect?” another Elder asked, as the conflicts of interest made everyone less polite than usual.

“This is Louis’s job.” The person began to shirk responsibility.

Hearing his name called, Charlie didn’t respond immediately. The incident happened suddenly. When Adan’s assistant found the boss, who had been working overnight, lying in a pool of blood in the study, Adan had already lost consciousness and naturally couldn’t identify the culprit. Louis’s quick initial inquiry revealed that everyone working overnight was too exhausted to notice anything unusual.

“Judging by the amount of blood loss and the location of the wound, it looks grim.” This was Louis’s initial assessment. “But there’s no need to tell them immediately.”

He had said this to Charlie.

If Louis’s reserved approach was his usual stance at Elder meetings, no wonder Khalif had never liked him, Charlie thought.

“Three doctors are currently trying to save him,” Charlie said calmly. “There weren’t many suspicious traces at the scene. Adan isn’t good at fighting, so he didn’t even knock over an ink bottle. But since there were about dozens of people working in one building during the warehouse fire incident, the attacker, able to strike swiftly without being noticed, was evidently very professional.”

“How convenient. Indeed, there are such professionals in White Bridge,” someone immediately said. “Azman, what do you say?”

“Ah?” Azman reacted a bit slowly.

“Those women,” the person said bluntly. “The people from the Lion Family—you’re responsible for entertaining them. Don’t tell me you don’t know if they’re sleeping in their beds at night or out hunting.”

“I’m responsible for making everyone feel at home, which definitely doesn’t include monitoring them,” Azman retorted.

Khalif gave him a severe look, and Azman immediately backed down.

“I’ll investigate whether they left their rooms tonight… Every villa has my people, although they are better at other things,” he added. “But they are all vigilant enough.”

“You should have had the answer ready before coming here.” Khalif seemed especially stern tonight. His grim expression made Azman shiver.

“But discussing this is futile. I see now. Expecting you all to cooperate is less reliable than training a monkey to dance,” Khalif continued. “I ask you all to fully assist Louis in investigating the culprit.”

“What about the auction?” an Elder asked.

“I will personally host it,” Khalif said, crossing his hands on the table and scrutinizing each person sitting below him. Everyone was familiar with this suspicious gaze. Khalif had never hidden his mistrust of these men, who could be considered his right-hand men.

It had always been this way. The Elders didn’t quite agree with his decision. The responsibilities and powers of each Elder were established. Now, Adan’s unexpected incident gave Khalif an excuse to reclaim power. Who knew if he would let go after the auction ended? If Adan died and Khalif decided not to nominate a new Elder, turning five Elders into four would be a terrible omen.

It would directly shake the centuries-old decision-making system of the Wolf family.

“Should we then deploy personnel and materials?” an Elder asked, unwilling to give up. “But it would risk leaks during the transfer…”

“There’s no need.” Khalif withdrew his gaze. “I’ll take over, but you…”

He looked straight in Louis’s direction. The elder sitting between them coughed and moved back a bit.

“Before the fireworks on the last day of the auction, you need to find out the truth,” he said sternly. “No matter if the culprit is a Lion, a Fox, or a power coveting White Bridge, anyone daring to provoke us at this time must pay a blood price.”

“Okay.” Charlie’s unchanged expression and overly concise response made Khalif’s furious command seem somewhat ridiculous.

What he thought at the moment was: It’s like a pillow falling into the lap of someone sleepy. With the irritable father leaving the nest, it was the perfect time to flirt with the daughter—he was very interested in Prima and the unfinished conversation.

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Chapter 151

No one dared to enter Khalif’s bedroom to report the latest developments.

Just over ten minutes ago, Khalif’s confidant, who had first reported Adan’s attack, had half his head crushed by a bronze deer head statue. Blood spread into ominous shapes across the carpet, trailing from the hallway to the stairs as they carried him out, leaving everyone terrified.

He had every reason to be furious. Adan was the chief organizer of the auction. If he died, all plans would be disrupted. Even if they gathered others to piece together the remaining three days, the imperfect execution would tarnish the Wolf’s reputation.

Xanye, too, had never seen him like this—his eyes bulging, veins popping, and breathing like a raging bull. The sight of the subordinate, half-dead from a single blow, was enough to instill fear. No one could be sure if he had enough reason left not to vent his anger on everyone in sight.

While others could avoid him, Xanye, sharing the room, had no such option. She had means to protect herself, but Khalif’s current fury was terrifying. It wasn’t the time to break ties with him, so she tried to diminish her presence, curling up on the bed in silence, her mind racing to understand what had happened.

“Call them all here!” Khalif roared, pacing the room like a trapped beast. “Everyone! Come see me immediately!”

The people outside the door, eager to escape the storm, quickly relayed his order, knowing he was referring to the Elders.

A few maids, almost in tears, dared not enter to clean the blood. The furious butler had to drag them to the stairwell for a scolding. The commotion Khalif made nearly alarmed the entire house. Prima woke up, thinking something was wrong, and put on a robe to check, but her governess stopped her in the hallway.

“A young lady of a good family doesn’t need to intervene in outside affairs,” the strict, middle-aged woman said. “You should stay in your room. Whatever happens, your father will handle it.”

Prima was anxious. “Did you hear that noise! Father rarely acts like this. What if something’s wrong? What if—what if there’s a fire?”

“If there’s a fire, someone will inform us.” Even at two in the morning, the woman, impeccably dressed in her gown, remained calm. “If you’re scared, I can read a chapter from Chris’ novel with you.”

“…No need,” Prima said. “I’m sorry for disturbing your rest. I’ll stay in my room.”

The woman, who was also half Prima’s maid, stayed in the room next to hers for convenience. Only after Prima obediently returned to her room did she turn and go to her own.

But Prima didn’t go back to bed as promised. Instead, she sat on the stool, lost in thought.

She thought of Priscilla. This was Prima’s first friendship with an outsider. In just a few days, she was almost irresistibly drawn to her. Priscilla wasn’t much older but had married far from home and, while pregnant, came to White Bridge, saying she “wanted to see the famous auction.”

Such independence and courage were qualities Prima lacked and longed for. She had been vaguely unhappy with her life but felt it was ungrateful to complain under such privileged conditions. Meeting Priscilla, who embodied her ideal self, gave her a clear concept of what she wanted.

A woman like that wouldn’t be deterred by a governess’ untimely advice. Prima, too, felt frustrated at being treated like a ten-year-old. After sitting and thinking for a long time, she decisively pinned up her curls.

She was going to see for herself.

Both ends of the hallway had stairs. To avoid disturbing others, she carefully descended the left side. Her soft shoes made almost no sound on the carpet. Like a sneaky little cat, she headed for her father’s floor.

Usually, even at midnight, there were guards near Khalif’s room, but tonight, his outburst had scared everyone away, or he had driven them off in his rage. The two floors were deserted.

Prima instinctively wanted to check on her father’s safety but heard his voice before reaching the hallway.

“Stay here,” Khalif’s voice said.

“I can help you check the dosage,” Xanye replied.

“No need.” Khalif sounded impatient. “This isn’t the first time. Go back to your room. If they arrive, have Causter take them to the conference room to wait for me.”

Xanye said no more. Prima didn’t want to see her, so she waited in the stairwell, but after a while, she realized Khalif had taken the other staircase. She lifted her skirt and turned to go down.

Khalif moved quickly. Even when she reached the corridor connecting to the living room, she didn’t see him. The hallway to the study and conference room was pitch dark, but the path to the basement was lit.

Why head to the basement? Prima hesitated for a moment. Her rebellious mood tonight made her follow without much thought.

Khalif had no lantern. The walls to the basement were inlaid with dimly glowing fluorites, providing just enough light to see a step or two ahead.

She had never been to the basement. As a child, she was afraid of monsters lurking in dark corners and didn’t dare go near. As she grew older, Khalif told her, “Dangerous weapons are stored there, not suitable for visiting.” Prima preferred sunny outings with friends and never seriously considered the mysterious basement.

Thinking of this, she moved quietly, not wanting to alert Khalif, and tiptoed down. The stairs weren’t carpeted. The cold stone beneath her soft shoes sent chills up her spine, making her wonder if she was underdressed.

However, the strange decorations on the walls distracted her most of the way. Although there were no wall lamps installed, every few steps there was a clock of various kinds—not the grand, intricate gilt floor clocks usually found in studies or banquet halls, but smaller ones that could hang on the wall, differing in style and size, from modern automatic wall clocks to antique timers. Prima glanced at a few and noticed that none of them kept accurate time. Each displayed a different time. The most extreme was a teardrop-shaped enamel clock, whose hands had stopped completely at 3:30 in the afternoon.

In addition to these clocks, there were many decorative doors on the walls. Although Prima had never been down here before, she knew her basement only had one level, accessible by a spiral staircase like a tower. But now, besides the clocks and fluorite stones, there were doors more bizarre than the mismatched clocks. Some were tall and narrow, just a willow wood door frame nailed to the wall with no handle; others looked realistic in the dim light but felt like paint on the stone when touched; and some were installed at ground level, only an inch high, like the one her friend Marie had on her bedroom door for her pet cat to come and go freely.

Such strange, impractical decorations had nothing to do with taste. This irrational setup could only mean one thing—it was related to magic.

Prima’s steps slowed.

Was this Xanye’s doing? The Wolf family was pragmatic, valuing magic but not excessively. Since Xanye’s arrival, Khalif had increasingly indulged in magic, which worried Prima, who wasn’t involved in family affairs, and now those worries were confirmed.

Khalif not only researched magic with the Monkey but also set up a lab under their floor. Judging by the setup, it had been there for a while.

But clocks and doors—what kind of magic was this? If it were altars, bat wings, and snakes, she could understand. But these seemingly purposeless items—were they magical or mere decorations for dark arts?

The basement had only one level, and the stairs weren’t long. Just as Prima reached the bottom, expecting Khalif in the end room, she saw a light ahead—from a door ajar.

A door?

Prima quietly approached and found a wooden door less than four feet high, with a wooden handle, different from the decorations. It was real and open, the light illuminating the steps.

The door was ajar, and the light spilling out illuminated the stairs. She could hear Khalif inside, making sounds like someone who had been strangled and was now painfully gasping for air, interspersed with curses.

Suddenly, she didn’t dare push the door open. Whatever Khalif was doing inside, he certainly wouldn’t want his daughter witnessing it. So, she lifted her skirt and peeked through the crack.

Inside was an ordinary room with a ceiling only a few feet high. The tall Khalif had to stoop to enter, but right now he didn’t need to stand straight because he was curled up on the floor, back to the door. His white nightgown was disheveled, revealing a large bunch of keys at his waist.

Beside him was a toppled crystal vial, its contents spilled. Prima wanted to see if it had a label, but then her father suddenly convulsed violently, his skin turning a horrific purple-red.

Prima wanted to push the door open and help him up immediately, not caring if she would be scolded later. But before she could move, Khalif let out a painful scream and curled up even more, completely unaware of Prima’s horrified look from outside the door. She turned her head and saw a small clock hanging by the wooden door start to chime. The sound was particularly clear in the quiet underground. As the clock chimed, Khalif’s hair, which had started to turn gray, gradually became black and shiny again. His slightly swollen body, a sign of old age, began to thin down. Prima could even see the veins on his exposed hand becoming more prominent and his muscle lines becoming more defined.

Prima covered her mouth, but she already knew what her father was doing. If it wasn’t time magic. It was body transformation. Either way, it was a forbidden area of magic for centuries. The Monkey might take pleasure in trampling on taboos, but he was a Wolf! She took a panicked step back, then decisively turned and ran up the stairs she had come down. The wooden clock behind her was still chiming, each sound striking her heart like a heavy hammer.

She wasn’t sure if it was her imagination, but the fluorite lights on the walls seemed dimmer than before. Sweating in fear, she ran without caring where she was headed. Just as she felt dizzy, someone suddenly grabbed her.

She almost screamed, thinking her father had caught up with her.

The person seemed startled as well and quickly let go.

“Watch your step,” they said. “What’s wrong?”

Prima looked up, her sweat-soaked bangs sticking to her cheeks. A handsome man stood before her, dressed neatly and even wearing gloves, as if for a formal event.

“Louis!” she whispered.

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