Chapter 353

Royal Post: “Golden Nightingale Marquis Passes Away, Queen Diane Attends Memorial Service”

Critic’s Report: “Assassinated or Had a Change of Heart? The Cause of Death of the Golden Nightingale Marquis Remains a Mystery”

Daily Highlights: “Golden Nightingale Marquis Drowned in Lake Yesterday After Shouting ‘I Have Sinned!'”

Horn Alley Report: “Just A Week After Switching Allegiance to Prince Joshua, Suddenly Dies at Home. Was It Really Suicide?”

Sun Newspaper: “Ghostly Revenge? Sentinel of the Golden Nightingale Family: That Night I Was Knocked Unconscious by a Wild Cat!”

“…”

Not bad, the reactions were pretty much as expected.

After picking out the obviously different Sun Newspaper, Leon, who had worked overtime for an entire night two days ago and slept well yesterday, pushed open the door to his office at the Clearing Bureau.

For some reason, he felt extremely relaxed and indulged himself by brewing a cup of black tea. Then, while sipping it slowly, he started flipping through the remaining newspapers.

The sudden drowning death of the Golden Nightingale Marquis, who had just been promoted to Revenue Secretary, a position only second to the Minister of Finance, was naturally not a small matter.

After all, although the Revenue Secretary has “secretary” in its title, it holds significant real power. Not only can they participate in formulating economic policies, adjust commercial taxes, but they are also responsible for supervising the normal operation of the market and serve as external economic advisors.

This position, which doesn’t sound very important, is already at the second level in the kingdom’s five-tier official system of governance, administration, documentation, assistance, and miscellaneous affairs, only below the prime minister and various ministers.

The mysterious drowning of such an important official directly triggered a severe earthquake in the political circles of the capital city.

Especially those who once supported Princess Veronica but recently, due to the machinations of the Queen and the Minister of Finance, have subtly shifted towards Prince Joshua, were all shocked and suspicious whether this tragedy was a “warning” from Princess Veronica. Even those unrelated to it were also very curious.

Knowing what everyone wanted to see, the major newspapers naturally followed up with urgent special editions, extensively reporting on the death of the Golden Nightingale Marquis, causing various rumors to spread wildly.

As the creator of this incident, in Leon’s view, apart from the Sun Newspaper, which exaggerated the atmosphere of terror and tried to write the event as “The Revenge of the Baohua Spirit,” the reports from other newspapers were relatively factual.

Especially the Royal Post, with its vast background, directly stationed at Cuiyu Manor, questioned everyone who witnessed everything that day, and accurately recounted everything except for his own existence.

…

According to the account given by the Royal Post, the Golden Nightingale Marquis worked late into the night, then dozed off at his desk until dawn. The secretary didn’t dare to disturb him, merely covered him with a coat before retreating to rest in the side room.

But when around ten in the morning, the secretary found that the marquis hadn’t woken up yet and noticed his unusually pale face and slight shivering, the worried secretary couldn’t help but woke him up.

Upon seeing the secretary’s face, the awakened Golden Nightingale Marquis screamed in despair, pushed the secretary down, and ran along the corridor to the stairwell, tumbling down the stairs. While shouting “I have sinned,” he hugged a large rock and jumped into the lake to commit suicide.

By the time he was hastily pulled out, it seemed like he feared dying too slowly, as his nose and mouth were stuffed with water plants, and his body was entangled everywhere. However, his facial expression wasn’t particularly ferocious; instead, there was a strange sense of relief.

“You’re truly a genius!”

After hearing Leon read the newspaper, the illiterate sheep head on the desk couldn’t help but grinned happily and said,

“Calculating that it takes more than a minute to run a circle, after you left, he slept for another four hours. In your created dream, he repeatedly woke up and fell asleep hundreds of times, every time being chased to jump into the lake.

And you used the secretary’s face, so when he woke up and saw the secretary approaching with concern, his first reaction would definitely be to run away and continue jumping into the lake.

After all, if he runs too slowly, he will be dragged back to Baohua Manor to be executed nine hundred more times… Hahaha! Art! This is the art of execution!”

After praising Leon for a while, the Black Goat still felt that it wasn’t enough and clicked its tongue in amazement:

“You little guy, you’re really born to be a demon!

No matter how capable the investigators of the Clearing Bureau are, they won’t find out what dreams a dead person had. Moreover, when he jumped into the lake, you were already home sleeping soundly. You even worked overtime that night and wrote a lot of materials. Who could possibly find out about you?

Tsk tsk tsk, we appreciate you more and more. Unfortunately, yesterday you only got rid of one person. If you could…”

“Alright, if you can’t keep your mouth shut, go back to the Mirror World!”

Leon gave the incessantly talking Black Goat a glare and said irritably,

“Do you think the investigators of the Clearing Bureau are stupid? We’ve already done something similar at Lane Family. If we do it again, even the dumbest person will start suspecting me!”

“Okay okay, I’ll shut up, alright?”

Seeing Leon raise his hand towards him, fearing to return to the Mirror World to become a puppy’s urinal, the Black Goat quickly closed its mouth.

But old habits die hard. It couldn’t resist opening its mouth again soon after:

“I’m just saying, this new anomalous item of yours is really useful. It’s not great against people with anomalous items, but for ordinary people, almost any noise can get rid of them.

All right, you have so many people you want to eliminate. How about we work during the day at the Clearing Bureau for that red-haired woman, and wander around at night to take care of our own business… What do you think?”

“Not interested.”

After carefully reading through the various newspapers and confirming that even if there are doubts, they won’t likely involve him, Leon responded expressionlessly:

“Let’s not mention whether the Clearing Bureau will discover this. Given the current situation in the kingdom, even if I could eliminate a thousand evil people, there will always be a thousand and first appearing. Killing indiscriminately won’t solve the problem.

If it weren’t for the special circumstances this time, I wouldn’t have acted directly. Instead, I’d try to catch his mistakes and deal with him through the Public Security Bureau or the princess. Getting too accustomed to solving problems with force isn’t a good thing.”

Hearing this, the Black Goat couldn’t help but feel extremely disappointed and frowned: “Pfft… Too uncool!”

After listening to the Black Goat’s complaints, Leon couldn’t help but sneered:

“Hmph, if you were Anomalous Item 001, I’d immediately be cool and kill all the bastards right now and make everyone follow my rules… But are you?”

“We… I have great potential. Once I retrieve all the things I lost, I’ll be at least… Oh yeah!”

After mumbling a few words, the Black Goat suddenly remembered something and gleamed with excitement:

“That female journalist from the Sun Newspaper! My tail is still with her! Now that you’re so powerful, let’s go find her quickly! If we get my tail back…”

“Shh! Be quiet!”

Hearing familiar footsteps, Leon grabbed the Black Goat’s mouth, silencing its chatter while using its soul vision to see the familiar soul approaching outside the door.

“Knock, knock.”

Gently knocking on the door, Emma outside bit her lips, struggling to suppress the complex emotions in her heart, and softly asked with a trembling voice:

“Leon… Are you there? I want to talk to you.”