The once luxurious and extravagant carriage of the Banks Family didn’t stand out much on the streets of Storm City, as such carriages were a common sight, many even more ornately decorated.
The headquarters of the Adventurers’ Association in Storm City had a five-story building, with the first floor serving as the quest hall, bustling with people dressed as adventurers coming and going.
"I wonder how Emil and the others are doing." Herag recalled that Emil had also become an adventurer, supporting Jimmy and the others by taking on various tasks.
Back when he settled in the Moonlight Forest, he had written a letter.
However, it was destined to be a long time before Emil could receive it, as the letter needed to cross vast oceans and wait for a ship to pass by Coleson Continent to be delivered.
It might encounter various accidents along the way, and the letter could possibly never arrive.
"Given the time, Emil’s child should have been born by now, and I’m still his godfather." Herag felt somewhat sentimental as he remembered these matters.
Herag thought of this person again, astonished that Malcolm, even in the Green Cottage, was a well-known Level 1 Wizard with formidable strength.
Baron Buck falling into the hands of such a person was unfortunate, resulting in the annihilation of the entire family, leaving only Emil as a survivor.
Conduct like Malcolm’s on Kala Continent would surely be stopped, but on Coleson Continent, there’s no one to manage it, leaving him to act lawlessly.
Herag, of course, wasn’t foolish enough to stand up in protest against Malcolm’s massacre of ordinary people, as without sufficient strength, he could only avoid Malcolm.
As soon as Herag entered the hall, he attracted many people’s attention.
The hall had many adventurers, and Knight Level experts were a common sight.
Herag’s naturally emanating powerful aura instinctively made these adventurers wary, adding a touch of apprehension towards him.
Sid proactively sought out the staff of the Adventurers’ Association, and soon, he returned with a blonde-haired man.
"Sir, this is Milo Kaler, Vice President of the Adventurers’ Association of Storm City," Sid introduced.
Milo nodded, extended his hand, and said, "Greetings, esteemed guest. I am the Vice President here. You can speak to me about any matters you have."
Herag took out Count Hu En’s letter of introduction: "This is Count Hu En Banks’ letter of introduction."
"Oh, it’s addressed to the President, but the President is not present in Storm City at the moment. Since it’s a letter of introduction, it’s alright for me to look at it; I am temporarily handling all of the President’s affairs." Milo took the letter, opened it, examined it carefully, and after verifying the signature, nodded.
"Mr. Herag, please head upstairs, as there are too many people and eyes here." Milo invited Herag upstairs to discuss matters.
The second floor was Milo, the Vice President’s office, where Sid stopped at the doorway, standing as a guard.
After pouring Herag a glass of water, Milo said, "Mr. Herag, are you a Mystic?"
"Yes, that’s correct," Herag nodded.
Milo smiled and said, "Mr. Herag, please don’t misunderstand. According to Duke Theodore’s regulations, if Mystics enter the city, we are required to register them."
"Understood, I am aware of the rule." Herag knew the regulation.
For ordinary people, these Wizards were too dangerous, and most large cities had similar regulations.
However, generally, Wizards wouldn’t voluntarily register, and local authorities typically wouldn’t provoke them—this regulation’s significance wasn’t substantial.
"Where is Robert now?" Herag straightforwardly asked.
Milo nodded, "He has already been informed. Before Mr. Herag arrived, we received notification from Count Hu En; Robert has deliberately stayed in Storm City during this time to await Mr. Herag."
"Alright, I’ll wait for him here for a while. By the way, do you have many Great Knight-Level personnel in the association?" Herag asked, relaxedly reclining on the sofa with his eyes closed.
Milo was somewhat taken aback, then smiled, "There are just three Great Knight-Level individuals in Storm City, and currently, only Robert frequently takes on quests."
Herag roughly knew, "It seems the one following behind that day was Robert; his strength is indeed quite good."
Half an hour later, there was a knock at the door, and a man’s steady and powerful voice came through, "Milo, I’m here."
"Robert has arrived; sorry to keep you waiting, Mr. Herag." Milo smiled as he stood to open the door.
When the door opened, Herag looked towards the entrance, confirming Robert was indeed the Grand Knight-Level Thief from that day.
Initially, Robert was stunned upon seeing Herag; his expression fluctuated slightly, then he quickly adjusted, pretending not to recognize Herag.
"It’s really him; did he recognize me? No, that day he probably only sensed my presence but couldn’t have seen what I looked like. He shouldn’t be able to recognize me." Robert’s mind raced as he walked over.
"Robert, this is Mr. Herag. He wants to inquire about some matters. You two have a chat; I’ll be off to handle the association’s affairs," Milo said, having completed his task once Robert arrived.
"Have a seat." Herag stated, sitting on the sofa, taking a leisurely sip of water.
"Alright." Robert felt inexplicably tense; it had been years since he ever trembled when killing, yet he felt nervous at that moment.
He sat on the sofa uprightly, like a child caught doing something wrong.
"Did you acquire this?" Herag brought out the Resentful Doll, speaking candidly.
Upon seeing the Resentful Doll, Robert gasped.
"I...I..." Robert was at a loss, unsure how to respond to the question. Read complete version only at novel✶fire.net
He knew Herag was a mysterious Wizard, fearing an incorrect answer might cost him his life.
"No need to be nervous, I just want to ask where you found it, I won’t do anything to you," Herag reassured him.
Robert took a deep breath, calming himself, "I indeed obtained this doll, but I found it."
"Found it?" Herag asked with a hint of skepticism.
Seeing Herag’s dubious gaze, Robert hurriedly added, "It’s true; it was found. That person was likely a Wizard, dressed in a robe, holding this doll. I thought that something a Wizard clung to even in death must be valuable, so I summoned the courage to pick it up."
"But after I took it, the doll gave me an uncomfortable feeling; it wasn’t likely anything good, probably something ominous, so I sold it to Count Hu En. They, those nobles, aren’t short on money and enjoy collecting such things."
Throughout, Herag monitored Robert’s state, receiving from Shenlan a probability of 99.6% that he was telling the truth.
After a moment of pondering, Herag asked, "Where exactly did you find it?"