CHAPTER 415: CHAPTER 353: AFTERMATH AND...

Royal Mail News, "The Marquis of Golden Cuckoo Passed Away, Queen Diane Attended the Memorial"

Commentators News, "Assassinated or Conscience Awakened? The Cause of Marquis Golden Cuckoo’s Death Remains a Mystery"

Daily News, "Marquis Golden Cuckoo Drowned in the Lake Yesterday, Shouted ’I Am Guilty’ Before Jumping!"

Corner Alley News, "Fell to the Prince Less Than a Week Ago, Suddenly Died at Home, Did Marquis Golden Cuckoo Really Commit Suicide?"

The Sun News, "Vengeful Spirit’s Revenge? The Golden Cuckoo Family’s Sentinel: That Night I Was Knocked Out by a Wild Cat!"

"..."

It seemed alright, the response was more or less what he had anticipated.

After excluding the distinctly styled The Sun News, Leon, who had worked "overtime" all night the day before yesterday and then had a good sleep at home yesterday, pushed open the door to enter his office at the Purification Bureau.

For some unknown reason, he appeared to be in an exceptionally good mood. Leon indulgently brewed himself a cup of tea, sipping it slowly as he reviewed the remaining newspapers.

The sudden drowning at home of the Marquis of Golden Cuckoo, who had just been promoted to the position of Secretary of Finance, second only in rank to the Minister of Finance, was obviously not a minor incident.

After all, while the title might include "secretary," the role had significant actual power, not only participating in forming economic policies, adjusting and controlling commercial taxation, but also overseeing the normal functioning of the market, acting as an external economic advisor, among other duties.

This position, which might sound relatively unimportant, was already at the second-highest rank in the Kingdom’s five-level official system, second only to the Prime Minister and ministers of various departments.

Such a key figure’s mysterious drowning directly triggered a severe upheaval in the political circles of the Capital City.

Especially those who had once supported the Princess but had recently leaned toward Prince Joshua due to the machinations of the Queen and the Minister of Finance; one after another, they were seized by fear, suspecting whether this tragic event might be a "warning" from Princess Veronica. Even those not related to the incident were extremely curious about it.

The major newspapers, knowing exactly what everyone wanted to read, naturally rushed out special issues, launching extensive reports on the death of the Marquis of Golden Cuckoo, with various theories rife for a time.

And as the perpetrator of this event, in Leon’s view, apart from The Sun News’ great efforts to paint a terrifying picture, attempting to write the incident as "The Vengeful Spirit of Bao Hua," the reports in other newspapers were relatively thorough.

Especially the one with the largest background, Royal Mail News, which directly stationed itself at Verdant Feather Estate, inquiring the witnesses of that day, reporting everything aside from Leon’s presence with great accuracy.

...

According to the account given by Royal Mail News, the Marquis of Golden Cuckoo worked late into the night and then dozed off at his desk until morning. The secretary didn’t dare disturb him, just covered him with a coat and retreated to the adjacent room to rest.

But by a little after ten in the morning, discovering that the marquis had yet to wake and appeared unusually pale, trembling slightly, the anxious secretary could no longer hold back and woke him.

Upon seeing the secretary’s face, the awakened Marquis of Golden Cuckoo let out a desperate scream, shoved the secretary to the floor, then dashed through the corridor, stumbled down the stairs, shouting "I am guilty" all the while, embraced a large rock, and drowned himself in the lake.

When he was finally dragged out by many hands, as if afraid of not dying quickly enough, his mouth and nose were filled with water weeds, entangled all over, yet his face did not show much of a grim expression, rather there was a strange hint of relief.

"You truly are a genius!"

After hearing Leon read out the newspaper, the illiterate goat head placed on the office desk was filled with joy, laughing,

"Calculating one lap in over a minute, he slept for more than four hours after you left, waking and dozing hundreds of times in the dream world you created. Each time he woke, he was chased to throw himself into the lake.

Moreover, you used the secretary’s face. When he woke and saw the secretary concernedly approaching, his first reaction was surely to run quickly and once more go into the lake.

After all, if he ran too slowly, he would be dragged to Treasure Flower Manor and executed over 900 times... Wa ha ha ha! Art! This is simply the art of execution!"

Having praised Leon extensively, yet feeling still slightly insufficient, the Black Goat smacked its lips in awe,

"Kid, you’re truly a born Demon!

Without even touching him, just responded at his door, then knocked on that red cross, causing him to have nightmares all night and, upon waking, go into the lake himself.

Even if the people of the Purification Bureau were capable of investigating, they couldn’t look into what dream a dead person once had, not to mention that when he drowned, you had already gone home and slept soundly, even stayed overnight at the bureau working overtime, writing plenty of material. Who could trace it back to you?

Tsk tsk tsk, I truly admire you more and more, only a pity you took down just him yesterday. Were you to..."

"Enough, if you can’t keep your mouth shut, then go back to the Mirror World!"

After glaring at the prattling Black Goat, Leon said in irritation,

"You think the investigators at the Purification Bureau are fools? I’ve already done something similar with the Ryan Family before; do it once more, and even the dumbest will start suspecting me!"

"Alright, alright, I’ll shut up, isn’t it okay if I shut up?"

Seeing Leon raise his hand and aim at him, terrified of returning to the Mirror World to be Young Ha’s urinal, the Black Goat promptly closed its mouth.

However, unable to change its bad habits, it couldn’t resist speaking again after a while,

"I’m just saying, your new Anomalous Object is truly handy. It might lack a bit against those with Anomalous Objects, but when dealing with ordinary people, just making a noise can almost take them down.

And you have so many people you want to take down, why don’t we work here at the Purification Bureau for that redhead woman during the day, and then go out more at night to do something for ourselves... what do you think?"

"Not much."

After carefully reviewing the newspapers and confirming that even if there were doubts, they wouldn’t likely involve him, Leon responded flatly,

"Setting aside whether doing so would be discovered by the Purification Bureau, given the Kingdom’s current situation, even if I could take down a thousand evildoers, there would still be the thousand-and-first emerging, mindless slaughter won’t solve problems.

If it weren’t for the particularly unique circumstances this time, I wouldn’t have acted directly even knowing; I’d find a way to catch his slip-up and have him dealt with through the Ministry of Police or the Princess. Habitually resorting to force to solve matters isn’t good."

Upon hearing this, the Black Goat seemed greatly disappointed, pouting discontentedly,

"Tsk... truly not straightforward!"

Having listened to the Black Goat’s complaint, Leon sneered,

"Heh heh, if you were Anomalous Object No. 001, then I’d straightforwardly deal with all the bastards, and make everyone follow my rules... but are you?"

"I... I have great potential, as long as I retrieve what I’ve lost, at least as great as a... oh yes!"

Stuttering for a moment, the Black Goat seemed to recall something, its sheep eyes glinting slightly as it said,

"That female reporter from The Sun News! My tail is still with her! Now you’re already so powerful, let’s quickly find her! As long as we snatch back my tail..."

"Hush! Silence!"

Hearing familiar footsteps, Leon clapped a hand over the Black Goat’s mouth, squeezing its babble back as he used the soul vision of the Black Goat to glance at the familiar soul approaching the door.

"Knock, knock."

Gently knocking on the door, Emma outside bit her lip, struggling to suppress the incredibly complex emotions in her heart, her voice trembling softly as she said,

"Leon... are you there? I want to talk to you."

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