Chapter 203 The night has come!

Chapter 203 The night has come!

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Chapter 203

"Did you find it?"

An old man sitting in a leather chair in a beautifully decorated office questioned the middle-aged woman in front of him. The dim light from the chandelier overhead cast shadows across the polished wood, giving the room a somber yet grand ambiance. The office was lavish yet subdued, its decorations reflecting both wealth and power without being ostentatious.

Bookshelves lined the walls, filled with ancient texts and artifacts, each one a silent testament to the elder's influence.

"Elder, the person who issued the mission has already been taken into custody, and upon investigation, he confessed that he was unaware the other party was a main heir of the clan."

The old man raised a brow at her words and could not help but frown. The deepening lines on his face looked like cracks in stone, a testament to years of hardened authority. The lines on his face deepened, his expression hardening as he absorbed the information.

"He didn't know who the other party was and still issued the mission?" he asked coldly. There was an icy sharpness in his tone, each word calculated to pierce through the woman's calm exterior. His voice had an icy edge to it, each word cutting through the air like a blade.

The middle-aged woman calmly explained, "Yes, elder. It's as illogical as you think; however, we have 'properly' and 'thoroughly' investigated the man." Her tone was measured, carefully choosing her words to hint at the darker methods of interrogation used.

Upon hearing the woman's words, which carried a hidden meaning, the old man wore a thoughtful look. His fingers tapped lightly against the arm of his chair as he considered her statement, the implication not lost on him.

He knew better than anyone how terrifying the clan's interrogation force was. Even the strongest would immediately cower and beg to confess everything.

The memory of past sessions flickered in his mind—screams, broken wills, and secrets dragged out under duress.

"The mission assigned to the young master by the clan administration was to eradicate some demonic ghosts in this city. Assuming he left some days ago, he should have arrived by now. Dispatch a team to find young master and bring him back as soon as possible."

He spoke sternly as he stroked his beard.

"Understood, elder."

The woman responded seriously, "I will personally handpick my best subordinates and have them escort the young master back to the clan as soon and as safely as possible."

"You are dismissed then." The elder waved her off with a flick of his wrist, his attention already shifting to the next task at hand.

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"Achoo!"

Oliver sneezed and wiped his nose. A sudden gust of cold air brushed past him, sending an involuntary shiver down his spine. He had just been thinking about a certain fat white cat when he sneezed.

What everyone didn't know was that he wasn't in the city mentioned in the mission. Instead, he was actually in a city far away from it—the City of Harlington—where he was to complete the mission from the Black Codex Federation.

He had two missions: one from the clan and the other from Jenna. The latter was more important since it would determine his hierarchy in the organization.

"I have made sufficient preparations. It's time to create the Sword of Negativity!"

His eyes turned determined as he looked at the sun slowly sinking beyond the clouds, a faint blanket of darkness slowly covering the sky.

The fading light seemed to herald the approach of something darker, more ominous.