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Agatha retracted her attack, slowly dispersing the energy in her mouth, and flew down to the ground. She grabbed Seth, who had been frozen into an ice block, and flew towards the distant sky.

Although Lilith was somewhat disappointed that she hadn't managed to capture Seth and Agatha, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

If she had to withstand the dragon's roar head-on, she would inevitably be injured. Lilith didn't want to get hurt right now; her thinking had changed.

She might become Mrs. Klein soon, and she had to be responsible not only for herself but also for Klein. No man would want to marry a woman whose face was burned.

Although they had reached a level of strength where even serious injuries could be self-repaired with energy, the repair process would take too long, and she didn't want to risk it.

"Lilith-Alex夫人, that title sounds pretty good."

"I saw it. Agatha rescued him."

"You saw it, so why aren't you angry? That Agatha seems to like you. Is there something I don't know about between you two?"

Klein was taken aback. Something she didn't know about? Besides touching, looking, hitting, and poking with a hard bread, those should all be insignificant things.

Other than that, there didn't seem to be anything else. That's nothing, right?

So Klein said to Lilith with a calm expression, "No, absolutely not. I'm an honest person, you know that."

......

When Klein and his group returned to the Dark Cross headquarters, a large number of suspects had already been detained, most of whom were members of the Skull Society.

Nick's face was a bit crazy, and a bit excited. This was a huge achievement.

He was currently interrogating Manuel of the Kazan family. The interrogation had been going on for almost six hours, but there was still no progress.

"Manuel, your sister has already confessed that your family colluded with the Skull Society. Don't you want to say something?"

Manuel calmly glanced at Nick. Compared to Holly, he was more mature and steady. Facing Nick's interrogation, he was basically watertight.

"Since you already know everything, why are you asking me these questions?"

Since he was captured at the Skull Society's base, Manuel didn't stubbornly try to clear his name, but he could choose to say nothing, because he knew that the more he said, the more mistakes he would make.

After asking for a while and getting nothing, Nick walked out of the interrogation room angrily, saying fiercely:

"These people's mouths are really tough. If he didn't have a good old man, I would have used methods on him long ago."

Gwen had already taken the people from J-Society back to J-Society. Only Klein and his group remained. Klein came to Nick's side and said to Nick:

"Have their charges been confirmed?"

"They have all been confirmed, but they are unwilling to say more information. Their mouths are really tough."

Klein looked at Nick as if he were an idiot.

"Don't you know that organizations like the Skull Society must have set up speech jinxes for their members? What's the use of asking like that?

Besides, you've already arrested a lot of people from the noble circles. That's enough. Do you really think these big families are easy to bully?"

"Uh?" Nick was speechless, not knowing what to answer.

"I'll leave the rest to you. The captured magic spirits should be enough for you to submit your mission. As for the research data on the magic spirits, I'll give it to you after I copy a copy."

After Klein finished speaking, he pulled Lilith towards the door. Nick quickly stopped him.

"Why are you leaving? Aren't you going to continue investigating?"

"Continue investigating? What nonsense are you talking about? If we continue investigating, we'll find out about the Political Secretary. How are we going to investigate? Now that someone has come out to take the blame, you should just take what you can get."

Leaving Nick dumbfounded, Klein pulled Lilith out of the Security Department.

He understood very well that continuing the investigation was possible, but the pressure and obstacles he would face would not be as simple as this time.

Behind the magic spirit case stood a large number of high-ranking officials in the Empire and extreme organizations like the Skull Society. It was not something that one or a few people could solve.

The reason they were able to destroy the Skull Society's base this time was because the other party made a mistake by trying to lure him in.

Moreover, the other party did not expect that Klein would leave a tracking method and then call for help on the spot. J-Society was also very decisive and provided very strong military support.

The biggest gains from this operation were three: First, the magic spirit case was solved. This thing was really harmful.

Second, a Skull Society base in the Imperial Capital was destroyed, and a large amount of research data and resources were seized.

Third, a fifth-order expert, Andre, was killed. This was a well-known expert.

Fifth-order experts are not cabbages. The Skull Society has now had two fifth-order experts die at his hands. This is a very glorious record.

The only pity was that Seth was not captured, but at this time, he could no longer continue the investigation. Even Gwen, a top fifth-order combatant, was not enough. Continuing the investigation would be courting death.

His strength was not yet strong enough to fight against a large organization alone. Knowing when to stop was the wisest choice. He would not be as blinded by a little victory as Nick was.

The Skull Society had been defeated this time, and they should be quiet for a while. He had to take advantage of this time to accelerate the improvement of his strength.

Not only to improve his own strength, but also to improve the strength of his team. He hoped that the information he brought back this time would be helpful to the research of the Mystery Potion.

......

At J-Society, Esmond came to Gwen's bedside to visit her.

"Seriously injured? Burns?"

Esmond was a little puzzled. He knew Seth, and he should be a very pure necromancer. But why was Gwen burned by flames? This was very strange.

"These injuries were not caused by Seth, but by a Dragonborn girl."

"Dragonborn?" Esmond's eyes lit up. Dragonborn were a very rare species. Even though he was now focusing a lot of his energy on the research of magic-powered mechs, he still had a feeling of wanting to hunt.

"Did you get her blood?"

"No, I was at the end of my rope at the time. After she used dragon's breath to repel me, she took Seth away. I didn't have a chance to hurt her."

Esmond nodded a little regretfully. He had never seen a real Dragonborn before. It would be great if he could get some bloodlines.

"How did Klein perform this time?"

"Very strong. He and I cooperated to kill the fifth-order expert who was originally stationed on the 18th floor, the Shadow Swordsman Andre."

Gwen told Esmond the story that Klein and she had discussed in advance.

Esmond nodded. He had heard of Andre's name in the intelligence, a newly promoted fifth-order expert of the Skull Society.

"Very good, you get some rest."

After visiting Gwen, Esmond returned to his office, quietly smoking a cigarette, not knowing what he was thinking.

After a while, Esmond muttered to himself: "Klein has been improving very quickly recently! Does it feel very gratifying."

"Would you also like him to improve quickly? Aren't you worried that he has other ideas?"

A voice appeared very abruptly from behind Esmond. The space fluctuated, and Kahn-John, Klein's former dormitory manager, appeared in the office.

Esmond turned around and said to Kahn with a smile: "Kahn, my brother, you're finally here."

Kahn lowered his hat and did not look Esmond in the eye. He picked up the photo on Esmond's desk, looked at it, and then put it down.

"We are no longer brothers, Esmond, and don't you want to answer my question?"

"Why should I worry about Klein having ideas? He is my son. If he has some ideas, I should be happy for him."

Kahn looked at Esmond and felt that his expression didn't seem fake, but he didn't know why Esmond had this kind of everything-is-under-control expression.

"Esmond, Klein is Katie's son, not yours. He already has the qualifications to become the new king. Although I can't deal with you, I will be watching you."

"Hehe, whatever, my brother, the Executive Department was originally founded by you and Katie, J-Society is your home, welcome back."

Esmond seemed very generous, which was completely different from what Kahn had originally expected. He didn't continue to speak, but instead opened a space crack and walked into it, leaving Esmond's office.

Esmond watched Kahn leave, and the smile on his face gradually faded.

When the space crack was about to close, Esmond suddenly clenched his fist, and the space channel that was about to close immediately twisted into a ball and was forcibly closed by Esmond.

"It's been more than 20 years and he's still like this, no progress at all, no change at all. Does he really think that having some space abilities means he can do whatever he wants in front of me? Naive fellow!"