Marvin is dead.

This was not a "small" matter like the previous deaths of over thirty Slaves.

Both Marvin's responsibilities and his identity meant that his death was a very troublesome matter for the Training Camp.

Firstly, regarding his identity: as a bloodline of the Glenbagen Family, Marvin dying in the Training Camp was essentially equivalent to him dying in his own home, and by murder at that.

This was undoubtedly a very humiliating incident.

As the highest administrator of the entire Training Camp, the Instructor would at least be charged with "negligent supervision and security oversight."

More seriously, he might even be framed for "killing Marvin."

Therefore, he had to prove to his superiors that he was not involved in the matter.

Secondly, regarding his responsibilities: Marvin was the Training Camp's Potion Master, and almost all of the Training Camp's potions came from him.

Losing Marvin meant the Training Camp temporarily lost its source of potions.

At least until the family sent another Potion Master or transported a large quantity of potions, the Training Camp's training model would be difficult to continue.

It could be said that Marvin's potions allowed the Training Camp to maintain high-intensity training.

Although the cost was the lifespan and even the Life of Slaves like Liens.

But isn't the value of Slaves precisely to provide service to their masters?

Therefore, this model was efficient and came at little cost to the Glenbagen Family.

Furthermore, in the short term, without enough Healing Potions, the upcoming combat training would be very difficult to complete.

Without injury medicine, if Liens and others were injured and could not receive effective treatment, they would not be able to engage in intense combat.

Forcing it.

It might provoke resistance from Liens and others; after all, seeing no hope of survival, they would naturally fight back before dying.

Even if Liens and his companions did not resist, fighting with increasingly severe injuries would not provide effective training, and the mortality rate would be even harder to control.

Thus, the family's requirement of twenty people would become even more impossible to fulfill.

As early as receiving the warning and arriving at the fire's location, the Instructor had a premonition of some upcoming trouble.

But upon seeing Marvin's burning, headless corpse, he knew that the situation might be even more troublesome than he had imagined.

The Instructor quickly returned to his room, lit the magic stone lamp, then walked to a cabinet, opened the locked door, and took out a metal object from inside.

The metal object was entirely silver-black, with a reflective surface, nearly 30 centimeters long, 20 centimeters wide, and 10 centimeters high, making it a relatively standard cuboid.

This was an alchemical device that allowed for remote, real-time conversation.

The entire Training Camp only had this one in the Instructor's possession, and he would generally only use it for extremely urgent matters.

His usual method of contacting the family was another, more common type of remote communication device.

That device could only send text messages with a limited number of characters and had a long delay.

Previously, the Instructor had used that method to report the "Slave escape incident" to the Glenbagen Family.

But the current situation meant that brief text could no longer convey the seriousness of the matter and his emphasis on it.

Sometimes, after an accident occurs, attitude is more important than solving the problem.

Therefore, the Instructor directly used the alchemical device that could only be used in emergencies.

He picked up the entirely silver-black alchemical device and placed it on the table, then activated it according to a specific operational sequence.

As flowing, light-like magic array patterns appeared on the alchemical device, a light blue square light screen also appeared above the alchemical device.

It floated silently before the Instructor, at his eye level.

After a brief wait, a half-body image of a person began to appear on the light screen; his hair was gray, and his forehead and the corners of his eyes had some wrinkles, making him appear to be an old man.

And judging from the simple nightgown he was wearing, the old man should have just woken up from his sleep.

"Leinajin, what's happening over there?"

The old man on the light screen asked the Instructor sternly about the reason for his use of emergency communication.

Upon hearing the old man's voice, the Instructor immediately showed a respectful expression, or rather, he had already adopted this posture even before the old man appeared.

"Lord Earl, are you well... It is truly my fault for disturbing your rest, your subordinate's sin."

The Instructor did not respond directly to the old man but first offered a respectful greeting, subtly implying to the old man that the upcoming matter was important but not urgent.

Indeed, after receiving the Instructor's greeting, although the old man's expression remained stern, it relaxed a few points compared to before.

After the greeting, the Instructor immediately responded to the old man's previous question: T$h*i#s c$o^py c+om^es f&rom co+nte$n&t! on *&.

"Marvin Glenbagen is dead, he died in his own room."

"The matter has not been fully investigated yet, but it has been confirmed that Marvin was murdered."

"The time was tonight; the killer first snuck into the house, killed the sleeping Marvin, then set the house on fire to destroy the body and evidence."

"We are already extinguishing the flames as quickly as possible and trying to salvage Marvin's remains... But I'm sorry, no trace of the culprit has been found yet."

"No trace, huh... Leinajin, what do you think... *cough cough*... who did it?"

The Earl pondered for a moment, asking for the Instructor's thoughts, but as he spoke, an unusual sensation in his throat made him cough a few times.

"Lord Earl, are you alright?"

Hearing the old man's cough, the Instructor showed a surprised expression, but quickly, realizing the situation, he immediately expressed urgent but sincere concern.

The reason the Instructor was momentarily stunned was not that he didn't care about the old man's health, but rather that he had never imagined the old man could be unwell before.

"I'm fine... *cough cough*, just feeling a bit unwell lately, I've already taken medicine."

"Tell me your opinion."

The Earl coughed a few more times, responding.

The Instructor was still a bit worried, but the old man had already spoken, so he could only respond first:

"I think it should be someone from within the Training Camp. The Training Camp is blocked by high walls, so it's very difficult for ordinary people to get in."

"However, it's also possible that an Extraordinary One crossed the Training Camp's high walls to commit the crime."

"It's just that I haven't found yet what value Marvin had, or what matter would warrant an Extraordinary One coming to kill him."

"However, there's something I need to report to Lord Earl."

"About two months ago, General Aboer visited the Training Camp. He wasn't very satisfied with my and Marvin's hospitality, and the General was somewhat displeased with us both when he left."

The Instructor's words actually implied that Aboer might have hired a killer; after all, given that General's temperament, it was highly possible he would do such a thing.

"Is that so... I understand. A team will come to investigate tomorrow, and you will cooperate then."

"Oh, by the way, how is the training going? By my estimation, it should be in its final stages, right?"

The Earl thought for a moment, gave the Instructor instructions, and then inquired about the training situation.

"Yes, it's already in the final stage, just lacking the final graduation assessment," the Instructor responded.

"Good then, the people who come to investigate can also resolve the graduation assessment matter... *cough cough*," the Earl continued to give instructions.

"Understood, we will make the arrangements directly here," the Instructor replied seriously.

"Alright, that's it then."

"Lord Earl, goodbye."

After the brief farewell, the old man on the light screen disappeared. The Instructor closed the alchemical device and put it back into the locked cabinet.