CHAPTER 1559: A LATE-NIGHT VISIT

Captulo 1559: Chapter 56: A Late-Night Visit

Lorde, Embassy district.

The noise outside made Dulder, who liked silence, frown.

He got up and walked to the window, watching the workers still constructing outside, pursing his lips.

Unlike the relatively intact embassy district.

The mayor’s office, including the entire office building, was completely destroyed under the life-threatening strike of the ‘Old Sir’.

"Useless Tercon!”

Dulder muttered under his breath.

Having the advantage of time, place, and people, they ended up perishing together with that stubborn old man.

A waste of the Prince’s investment.

But…

The military camp matters were handled well.

As the young Emperor grew older, some people became restless.

"What an ungrateful bunch.”

"If it weren’t for the Prince’s conquests.”

"Sewock would have long become history!”

"Moreover, having enjoyed the war benefits brought by the Prince, now they want to return to so-called orthodoxy… Truly hypocritical!”

Dulder sneered.

The ambassador from Sewock’s capital, Terter, could already imagine how furious or uneasy those people would be upon learning what had happened in Lorde’s military camp.

Among them, many would be furious.

Even more would be uneasy.

But these matters weren’t Dulder’s concern.

What he cared about now was Tercon’s inheritance.

As a fourth-tier ‘Corpse Whisperer’ of the ‘Tomb Guardian’, soon to become a fifth-tier ‘Bone Desecrator’, Tercon’s inheritance, having been an elite in Lorde for 20 years, must be considerable. ℞𝘢ＮȪＢЕᶊ

For a fellow ‘Tomb Guardian’ like him, it was undoubtedly more valuable.

And the reason the Prince sent him to Lorde was also to help him better advance from a third-tier ‘Corpse Dissolver’ of the ‘Tomb Guardian’ to a ‘Corpse Whisperer’.

This was a sign of trust.

And also a reward.

Dulder was well aware of this.

Therefore, while completing the Prince’s task, he was also actively searching for Tercon’s inheritance.

But it’s been four days.

He’s investigated Tercon’s residence, office, and laboratory.

There’s nothing.

The residence was simple and maintained the persona of a ‘good mayor’.

The office was a ruin, and although the excavation hadn’t ended, he had asked some wandering spirits, and there was nothing underneath.

And the laboratory?

It was located in a two-story building between Tercon’s residence and office.

To avoid exposing his identity, Tercon was very cautious.

Every day, a fake puppet was created to stay at the residence while he himself went to the laboratory, always returning before dawn.

These things had been thoroughly investigated by the Prince long ago.

But in the laboratory, there was nothing.

Nothing at all!

Some basic experimental supplies were present.

Anything of value?

Just wasn’t there.

"Is it a decoy?”

"The real laboratory isn’t there.”

"Or did he set himself a fallback when completing the ‘Advancement Ceremony’ and deliberately moved it?”

Dulder pondered.

He leaned towards the latter.

As a third-tier ‘Corpse Dissolver’ for the ‘Tomb Guardian’, he was fully aware a ‘Tomb Guardian’ cannot improve their prowess without corpses; whether in experiments or ceremonies, they are closely tied to corpses.

Back when Tercon just became Lorde’s mayor, he was also just a third-tier ‘Corpse Dissolver’.

During these 20 years, he not only smoothly advanced to fourth-tier ‘Corpse Whisperer’ of the ‘Tomb Guardian’, but he was also close to becoming a higher-tier ‘Bone Desecrator’ of the ‘Tomb Guardian’.

This speed of advancement would require a vast and sophisticated laboratory.

There must be one.

Yet it’s untraceable.

This taste left Dulder increasingly irritated at heart.

"If I were Tercon, to leave myself a fallback, where would I move the laboratory?”

"Firstly, for safety, it should be far from Lorde.”

"Secondly, it should allow for easy acquisition of a large number of corpses.”

"Finally, it must be a place that surprises everyone.”

Dulder mused.

At this moment, the ambassador had already returned to his desk.

He held a glass of sparkling water brewed with lemon, mint, and a heavy dose of sugar — since becoming a ‘Corpse Dissolver’, a small amount of alcohol no longer affected his thoughts, but Dulder still preferred beverages with a better taste.

He didn’t like fragrant yet sour red wine.

And during contemplation, sugar helped him think.

Unfortunately, after finishing a sweet, refreshing drink, Dulder’s thoughts yielded no results.

Just like a few days ago.

This left Dulder increasingly irritated.

Three days!

Just three more days!

The Prince’s army would arrive.

By then, he wouldn’t be able to accept Tercon’s inheritance as freely as he did now.

Even though accepting Tercon’s inheritance was tacitly permitted by the Prince.

But tacit permission is still just that.

There’s always room for maneuver.

A loophole to exploit.

And the bastard leading this army was very adept at exploiting loopholes.

And he would certainly do so.

After all, if it were him, he would do the same.

The Prince’s followers weren’t exactly amicable.

Competition?

It’s always present.

"Must speed up.”

"If I alone am not enough…”

"Then I’ll gather more people.”

Dulder immediately thought of Bondi, Holle, and others.

Bondi and Holle have considerable reputation in Lorde, and command over a hundred underlings.

If mobilized, it’s far better than searching alone.