Interesting Events

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Seth easily identified the voice's owner. It was a 16-year-old girl with a plump face, fair and delicate skin, and soft, shiny blonde hair that gleamed like gold under the lights.

Her features were bright, her eyelashes curled, and she wore a complex, bright red dress that resembled a blooming flower.

Though her words were mocking, her blue eyes, which looked like clear lakes, held a restrained concern.

Of course, Seth knew who she was.

This was his younger sister, Anabelle, the treasure of the Disraeli family.

Affected by the original owner's memories, Seth felt a sense of fondness in his heart. This young master with a bad reputation seemed to have a deep love for his siblings.

However, his sister had a habit of inconsistency in her words and actions. She cared for her elder brother but always spoke in a mean manner.

"Belle, I don't recall ever teaching you to speak to your brother so impolitely."

A gentle voice like a spring breeze echoed in the hall as an elegant woman slowly approached. Though no longer young, her face bore an expression of tolerance and warmth, with every faint line between her eyebrows and her face.

Though her dress was simple, it looked noble on her. Despite summer and the hotter weather, she wore long sleeves.

Seth knew she wore long sleeves all year round because her left hand had once shielded him from shattered glass, leaving an incurable scar.

If it weren't for her, a blind eye would have joined the faint scar like a tear stain under his left eye.

She was the hostess of the family and the mother of the three siblings, Anilu.

"Welcome home, Seth."

Seth was filled with uncontrollable excitement, put down his brother, strode forward, and hugged his mother.

"Good evening, Mom."

He felt his eyes moisten and his nose tingle as strong emotions poured from his heart.

He hadn't felt such strong emotions even when he saw his father.

Anilu smiled and lightly patted Seth's back. "Alright, the journey must have been hard. Go wash up and rest early."

Seth agreed, let go of his mother, and stepped back a few paces.

Anilu turned and called softly, "Matthew, come here."

A young man about Seth's age, dressed as a footman, approached. He had a dark complexion, light gray hair, and eyes as bright as flames.

"This is your valet."

Since Seth had an improper relationship with a maid, the family no longer provided him with a maid, so he wasn't surprised at all.

The servant named Matthew bowed slightly and said respectfully, "Sir, your room is ready."

Seth nodded slightly and was about to head to his room to freshen up when he heard hurried footsteps. The gray-bearded butler, Sebastian, rushed into the room.

"Sir, Director Kaosi is here."

Upon hearing this name, an image appeared in Seth's mind.

A middle-aged man in his fifties with pale blond hair, sparse eyebrows, dark brown eyes, and a bit of a fat yet dignified appearance. Though he still wore his wedding ring, he was a widower. After his wife died of illness, he never remarried.

This was Kaosi, the head of the Enqi Town Police Department.

"What is he here for?"

Seth thought of the police officers around the hotel on Mermaid Road. He didn't stop and walked to his room while pondering.

After freshening up and changing into comfortable pajamas, he opened the window. He saw the lights in his father's study below were on, and behind the curtains, he could vaguely see a father figure.

The police chief stayed long and didn't leave until Seth slept.

The next day, after breakfast, the Seth family took a carriage to St. Witte's Church, which belonged to the Evernight Church.

As a family of believers, it was customary for them to pray at the church after their son's safe return home.

After the service, Seth didn't return with his family but left with the servant Matthew on the pretext of 'taking a walk.'

They arrived at Memorial Square, named after the White Rose War. During that war, the town of Enqi had been burned down, and only a few buildings remain.

One of them was this square, though it had been somewhat transformed. In addition to the square, the ancient city gates and several other historical buildings were outside Enqi Town.

In the square, many white pigeons, unafraid of humans, chased the feed thrown by people.

In the distance, a group of people in gray-blue workers' uniforms and peaked caps gathered, along with homeless men in patched clothes. They listened to an old lady's speech.

Seth sat in an inconspicuous corner of the square, took out some feed, and scattered it on the ground. In no time, white pigeons surrounded his feet.

Glancing at the slightly tense young servant beside him, Seth said casually, "Do you know if any young, beautiful ladies live alone in the town? They can come to visit; there is no need for gifts; just bring money."

Matthew's face turned a bit embarrassed, and he coughed dryly.

"Sir, it might be inappropriate for you to engage in that social interaction just after returning."

"I think so, too, and I was just kidding. You don't have to look at me that way." Seth smiled and shrugged.

"Let's change the subject. Did anything interesting happen in town while I was away?"

On the way back, he had been thinking about changing his reputation to gain more support from his family.

He conceived several plans but needed to learn more about Enqi Town.

The original owner's memory of the town consists mainly of bars, art salons, and interactions with ladies of various natures—impressions that are still vivid.

So, Seth had to gather information himself.

Matthew thought for a moment before responding. "Sir, Enqi Town isn't huge, so there aren't many interesting things. I can think of a few things, though."

"Not long ago, an old man named Ain suddenly bought a large number of livestock, claiming he wanted to start a farm, but there hasn't been any further action."

Seth tried to recall but couldn't remember who Ain was.

Matthew continued, "Also, wild wolves from the mountains have attacked your father's farm and the livestock raised by several families outside the town. The baron has entrusted Leon, a famous hunter in town, to organize other hunters to go into the mountains and hunt down those wild wolves."

The manservant raised his arm and pointed to the old lady giving a speech.

"Additionally, Mrs. Paris recently declared she is the Blessed One of the Night. Of course, St. Witte's Church does not acknowledge it, but it doesn't stop her from giving speeches in the square every day."

"The Blessed One of the Night?" Seth was genuinely surprised and couldn't help but look at the old lady.

The old lady had silver hair, deep nasolabial folds, a nose like an eagle, and a gloomy face. She looked more like a witch than a Blessed One of the Night. She wore a patched dress and held a basket covered with a blue checkered handkerchief, though it was unclear what was inside.

"However," Matthew continued, "the most sensational thing is the recent murder."

After a pause, Matthew added, "No, if you count the one at the 'Blue Fish Hotel' last night, there have been two already."