Elias couldn’t help but laugh when Dante Drake mentioned it; this seller was quite a character, very interesting, but a bit dim-witted.
They actually said they wanted to take it to The Tribunal.
Well, technically, there’s nothing wrong with this cute person’s approach. The Tribunal is the official organization of The Martial Guild in The Umbral Zone. However, while The Tribunal has some influence, it’s still quite a distance from matching The Dark Tower.
Elias Hawthorne withdrew his gaze. "Handle this minor issue yourself. Try not to make it too unpleasant."
"Rest assured, my lord." Dante Drake quickly left the top-floor box.
Elias sat on the sofa, replaying the video on his computer.
These were all the surveillance recordings they could find at the entrance and exit after Raina was kidnapped into The Umbral Zone.
Elias watched them over and over, hoping to find some clue about Raina.
However, despite having reviewed these videos countless times, there was still no sign of Raina, as if she had vanished into thin air.
Elias’s brow furrowed into a knot, feeling unprecedented agitation.
Raina, where on earth have you gone? Do you know I’m looking for you?
"My lord." Dante quickly returned and whispered, "Steward Archer has a report regarding the Soul Revival Pill. I have brought the person here."
In truth, such a trivial matter shouldn’t have reached the lord’s ears. As the Lord of the Dark Tower, he was occupied with countless affairs daily and had no time for such minor issues.
However, Dante knew the importance of this Revitalizing Pill.
It was prepared by Elias for his wife’s grandfather. Elias valued his wife greatly, and this concerned the old gentleman’s life. Despite being audacious, Dante dared not neglect it, hence his report.
Indeed, hearing this, Elias raised his eyes and calmly instructed, "Let him in."
Disguised as Steward Archer, Raina North stepped in.
Upon entering, she immediately noticed the man sitting on the sofa.
His face was masked, thoroughly concealing his features. The exposed eyes were cold, like ancient ice, with just a glance making one’s hairs stand on end.
Raina dared not look further, quickly lowering her head, feigning a respectful greeting.
Dante said, "Alright, you’ve seen the lord. You can speak freely now."
"Yes, yes, yes." Raina spoke in a voice filled with trepidation. "It’s , the seller of the Revitalizing Pill called just now, saying that during its refinement, some mental-damaging substances were accidentally mixed in. Taking it would not just fail to strengthen the body and prolong life but would also cause significant harm. Hence, they urgently want to reclaim the pill."
Upon hearing this, Dante’s expression immediately darkened. "If harmful substances were mixed in, why wasn’t it mentioned earlier?"
Raina, with a smile plastered on her face, said, "Naturally, it’s because the person who values the Revitalizing Pill is our lord, and not someone else. That’s why the fellow chickened out."
Dante furrowed his brows and reprimanded, "Even items for auction must have guaranteed quality. This concerns the reputation of The Dark Tower and must not be taken lightly." Thɪs chapter is updated by ɴovelfire.net