Chapter 2452: Sorry, Not Free

Translator: Henyee Translations  Editor: Henyee Translations

“This film you’re watching… is it proper?” Mag could not help but ask with a frown.

“Of… of course it is proper!” the System said with certainty.

“Have you mastered it?”

“It’s… not very easy to learn.”

“On a serious note, are there any leads for the information I got you to find about the origins of the sacred stele?” Mag asked seriously.

Mag’s main goal of coming to the Underground City this time was the sacred stele that carried the records for the secret of gods.

Although he could empathize with the oppressed citizens of the Underground City, he was not a saint so he would not play the hero figure immediately after entering Underground City.

“With the System handling it, there’s nothing to fear. I’ve already read through many top-secret documents. I can say for sure that the stele indeed fell from the skies. And its timeline also matches with the information you saw previously.”

“In that case, Ferdinand is rather sincere.” Mag nodded. Then, he asked, “Where is the sacred stele? How’s the security around it?”

“The stele is located at the city center of Tucker City. It is covered by a spell formation that has been concealed. There is also an Extraordinaire guarding the stele all year around. There are also four Almost-Extraordinaires taking turns to guard it. It is the place with the highest security in Underground City. Of course, this does not include the highest-tier battleships always on standby.”

Source: novgo.co

“Ahh.” Mag frowned. That dispelled his intentions to sneak over alone to take a peek at the sacred stele.

An Extraordinaire and four Almost-Extraordinaires guarding showed how important the stele was to the Underground City.

However, that was not difficult to understand. The sacred stele hid the secret of gods which even opened the Underground City’s technology. It would be strange if they did not place importance on it.

“If I can’t see it for myself, do you have any images or videos of the sacred stele?” Mag asked. He also tried to find images of the sacred stele online but could not find any relevant information.

“The sacred stele is something that cannot be recorded so it does not exist in any image or recording. Moreover, according to those who had seen the sacred stele, everyone saw it differently and everyone learned different things from it as well,” the System replied.

“It is very miraculous and divine. It seems like I have to complete Ferdinand’s mission properly,” Mag said. What the System said was rather similar to a rumor he had seen before.

***

Pashat boarded the battleship. His eyelids were twitching madly when he watched the video his subordinate sent him.

When they rushed to the event location, that mysterious “The Adjudicator” was already gone and only Horace, cut up like pork, was left behind.

Even Pashat, who had worked in the Justice Investigation Bureau for five hundred years, had almost never seen a corpse in such a bad condition.

Oh, no. Horace did not die!

That fellow stabbed Horace 363 times but did not kill him. Instead, before leaving, he stuffed a healing pill into Horace’s mouth and that successfully kept him alive until they arrived at the scene.

Horace’s injuries might be terrifying but none of the stabs were fatal. The healing magic casters managed to save him on the way back and his life was no longer in danger.

It seemed they had arrived in time.

However, right now, Pashat only wanted to give himself a tight slap.

Horace did not die and that meant that there was more for him to worry about.

Should he investigate the Fergus murder case? The witness was still alive and there were already local officials investigating the evidence.

Should he investigate the Dixon Family’s money laundering case? Horace made a last-minute accusation but it was very clear and detailed, down to the point of how much was laundered for each movie.

If Horace was dead, there would be no evidence and things would be simpler.

But Horace was alive and that mysterious person had uploaded the entire trial online, so the whole world knows that Horace wasn’t dead.

If Horace was to die now, so would he.

“Watch Horace well. Make sure we bring him back alive.” Pashat instructed as he closed the video off.

The matter might be a headache but this was the Dixon Family’s trouble. He did not have to take it up. He just had to do what he needed to.

***

“Wow, this time, it’s interesting. That darn b*tch see if I don’t kill you this time.” Akali was lying on the couch. She closed the notification on her bangle. After that, she looked up at her secretary standing at the side and gave an order. “Release all the dirty secrets that we got our hands on previously. I want to see this b*tch be unable to ever make a comeback.”

“Young Mistress, if the chief knows that we released it now, will he…” The secretary stuttered.

“Fool, don’t let the chief know.” Akali rolled her eyes. She sat up and her gaze turned colder. “This fellow is just a s*x demon through and through. You were almost raped by him too back then. If you let him off now, who knows how many other young ladies will have to fall victim to him?”

The secretary seemed to have recalled the past and she furrowed her eyebrows together angrily. She nodded and said, “Mm. I will do so right now!”

“With Fergus gone, there’s only two left. Brother Hades is really my lucky star.” Akali smiled. She opened her WeTwit chatting page and saw that the message she sent to Hades was still unread. She knitted her charismatic eyebrows together slightly. “This is the first man who did not even read my message.”

***

Mag completed his conversation with the System and the System continued learning while he opened WeTwit.

On the trending list were “Charcoal-roasted goat ribs tutorial”, “Hades advance”, and “Top Chef Competition top four”.

Meanwhile content about Horace’s trial and Fergus’ murder case was empty.

That showed what money could do.

Of course, one cannot block the citizens’ emotions. Although the topics had been removed from WeTwit’s trending list and keywords had been blocked, if one went into any of the trending list topics, one would find the comment section filled with discussion on those topics.

Of course, the line that was seen most often was “Justice might be late, but never absent.”

The post Mag uploaded in the morning had already more than 100 million likes and more than 10 million comments.

Based on the statistics, Mag almost thought he had hired an internet water army.

Mag thought for a while but did not post anything. He should just leave things as they were.

After that, Mag opened the chat that was drowned by all the other red dots. There were probably millions of people who messaged him. Most of the messages were positive.

“Reversal?” Mag stroked his chin. He could not get used to such high compliments.

After that, he discovered a message that was pinned. The dazzling account was unusual and it was reeking with the aura of a wealthy woman.

Mag clicked open the message.

“Brother Hades, let’s have a meal tonight. I’ll be waiting for you at the Twin Towers.”

Mag thought for a while and replied, “Sorry, not free.”