When the plot-skips players into the game world-Chapter 921 - 288: Director Vena and Viscount Conley_2

Chapter 921: Chapter 288: Director Vena and Viscount Conley_2

“The ‘Alert Line’ is considered a rather advanced security fortress, designed for long-term control over several streets. Higher than that would only be ‘Silence’ and ‘Pacifist.’ Neither of those are suitable for direct deployment on the main streets.”

“…Is it okay for you to tell me all this?”

Aleister was somewhat surprised.

Although she did indeed use the “Charm of Radiance” in the car just now to reinforce her persuasive power… Prince Xiyaldo couldn’t have been so easily manipulated by her, could he?

“You would have learned it sooner or later.”

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Prince Xiyaldo shook his head: “Because the ‘advanced researchers’ collaborating with the Sixth Bureau are all in Leipzig. If this incident is to be investigated, they’re likely to be involved.”

Aleister, however, was looking at it with sparkling eyes, not turning to look back at him at all.

Prince Xiyaldo was silent for a moment, then still added: “If you really like it, maybe I could give you one after all this is over.”

“Really?”

Aleister turned her head around, her face filled with surprise and a hint of reluctant longing: “But if it’s only a ‘maybe’…”

Isn’t that just pie in the sky?

Suspicion was plainly evident in her eyes.

This feeling pricked Prince Xiyaldo’s proud ego—he could not tolerate being doubted as a liar who does not keep his word. He said “maybe” before simply because he wasn’t sure he could secure the deal, so he dared not make too definite a statement, worried that he could not fulfill the promises he made.

Now, he stated directly without hesitation: “No ‘maybe’—I’ll give you one. I’m certain.”

“Really?”

“Of course.”

Prince Xiyaldo answered calmly, without a change in expression: “This thing is just good to look at… The doctor who developed this fortress is my friend, also regarded as my senior. Later I can take you to meet him—but now, help me resolve this matter first. Please get out of the car, Miss Aleister.”

Aleister’s face instantly changed, as she wore a triumphant smile.

She lightly pulled the seemingly carsick girl with black hair out of the car, and said with a beaming voice: “Then I’ll thank you.”

…This wicked woman. As cunning as a fox.

Prince Xiyaldo frowned tightly, realizing that he might have been provoked.

But that was nothing.

After all, in his thirty years of life, he’d been deceived by all sorts of men, women, the elderly, and children, not just once or twice.

As long as he didn’t care about what he was deceived of, it was as good as not being cheated at all.

Not to mention… Miss Aleister had indeed taught him a lot, and was planning to help him solve his current troubles. So this couldn’t be considered trickery, just a negotiation for remuneration.

Compared to those tricksters in the past, she was already quite conscientious.

Thinking thus, Prince Xiyaldo’s mood quickly calmed down again.

He walked quickly to the only acquaintance there, and asked: “Director Vena, what happened here?”

A half-elf policeman dressed in a black uniform, slightly hunched, tall and strong, turned around upon hearing this.

After recognizing Prince Xiyaldo, he immediately stood at attention and saluted him respectfully, speaking softly: “Your Royal Highness the Prince, I salute you!”

“Shh… a bit quieter.”

Prince Xiyaldo gestured with his hand in the air, signaling him to lower his voice further. He then put his arm around his shoulder and led him closer to the “Alert Line,” disappearing into the shadows. Clearly, even if anyone heard their conversation, they wouldn’t dare get close to this cold and imposing behemoth to eavesdrop.

Aleister, meanwhile, pulled Selene closer with a smile.

The half-elf policeman called “Vena” was about to say something when he saw Aleister, then he immediately tensed up, swallowing his words.

Prince Xiyaldo noticed his reaction and introduced them in a low voice: “This is Director Vena, my friend at the police station, probably the person in charge of this case. This is Miss Aleister… also my friend. She can stay here to listen and even offer assistance.”

“Oh, nice to meet you… Miss Aleister.”

Upon hearing this, Vena didn’t inquire about what Aleister was doing there, nor did he ask her full name or background. Instead, he respectfully extended both hands to shake Aleister’s extended right hand, and only held her fingertips. As he shook her hand, he bowed slightly towards Aleister, throughout the whole process not looking directly at Aleister’s face or body, but kept his gaze on the ground, appearing quite solemn.

Aleister simply nodded with a smile, her husky voice softly uttering: “Nice to meet you, Director Vena… Perhaps we’ll meet again later.”

“Please call me anytime you need—”

As he spoke, Director Vena immediately pulled out a business card from his chest pocket and handed it to Aleister with both hands, emphasizing: “This is my private number.”

Has Star Antimony already popularized personal phones?

Miss Aleister raised an eyebrow upon hearing this, her keen eyes spotting the black brick-like device similar to a “brick phone” on Director Vena’s waist, and instantly realized the technological gap between Avalon and Star Antimony.

She glanced down at the business card.

Vena Griffon Drelyn von Schwarzbach, Third-Level Police Director, Ph.D. in Psychology from University of Haisin. Below were three telephone numbers, one personal and two for the office.

What rank is a third-level police director?

Miss Aleister thought absentmindedly.

But that’s not important anyway, it’s not as high as Aiwass’s rank.

She smiled politely and earnestly accepted the business card.

Then she took the initiative to ask, “What happened at the opera house?”

“Mm.”

Director Vena hesitated for a moment, organizing his thoughts, “There’s been a murder inside, with a very bad influence.”

“A typical murder wouldn’t require your presence, would it?”

Prince Xiyaldo asked directly, “Is it related to the case a few days ago?”

What he wanted to know was whether this case was the “Wrath March” that happened today.

“Most likely.”

Director Vena nodded cautiously, “But we still need to investigate for the specifics…”

“Who is the murderer? And who is the victim?”

Miss Aleister inquired.

“The murderer… is Viscount Conley.”

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Director Vena said while taking out a notebook from his chest pocket, “He’s also a frequent visitor of the White Dove Opera House; it’s impossible that he killed someone out of sheer excitement.

“There are four victims, ‘VIP lounge attendants’ at the opera house. Three are female, one is male. One of them is underage, and all of them are under thirty years old.

“Since everyone in the room is dead, there are no witnesses from the crime scene.”

“Isn’t there surveillance?”

Miss Aleister asked.

Although she didn’t actually know whether Star Antimony had developed surveillance technology… she had a feeling they did.

Sure enough, Director Vena showed no reaction to this word.

“Definitely not,” he answered without hesitation, “The White Dove Opera House doesn’t dare to install surveillance in the VIP rooms—their guts aren’t that big. All surveillance is only focused on the first-floor audience seats; not one angle could see what happened on the second floor.

“The incident was discovered because, after Viscount Conley killed everyone, he actively turned the knob to display everything in his room to the public. The bodies were torn into at least thirty pieces, and the entire room was completely drenched in blood.

“Otherwise, if he left quietly, these people… according to the White Dove Opera House’s rules, wouldn’t be reported as dead. After all, they have essentially sold their human rights to the opera house, which has the right to ‘process’ and ‘resell’ them…”

“How would they account for that?”

Miss Aleister asked.

Director Vena nodded, “You’re asking if Viscount Conley is pretending to be mad, right? I don’t think so.

“So if Viscount Conley were rational, he would simply pay a sum of money, and the matter would be over. Those he killed would be recorded as ‘sold to other institutions.’ In fact, their bodies would indeed be sold to ‘societies’ or the ‘Spirit Summoning Tower’… after all, the price for a corpse is quite high now, almost higher than that of a living person.”

“What about Viscount Conley then? Has he been arrested, or was he shot?”

Prince Xiyaldo asked.

Director Vena looked troubled, “You know, he’s a viscount…”

“So?”

“He went home first, and we are interrogating the remaining guests—this is based on the guarantees of other VIPs and the manager.”

Director Vena answered softly.