Chapter 18 Critical Frontline (Please Subscribe!!!)_1

The missing documents, the disappeared history, there must be a conspiracy behind it all.

But what would they steal these things for?

No matter how I think about it, these researches related to magic must hold more value!

Marvin stared at the books and sheepskin scrolls in front of him, lost in thought...

At dusk, Captain Bodrilinov returned with a light step upstairs, humming "Katyusha" as if he had resolved a concern, and knocked on room 305.

"Your Highness, how have you been resting?" As soon as he entered, he said, "I've got everything arranged; the train is preheated and ready to depart at any moment."

The petty officer who had followed him was gone, and Little Black, who had crawled in through the window, stared at Bodrilinov warily, whispering in Marvin's ear, "Master, this guy is ruthless. He actually got people drunk under the pretense of a can-opening party, and then executed them one by one! The gun barrel was smoking! So brutal, meow!"

"Oh?"