76: Learn all twelve apprentice-level magic spells

“No password…”

Gevas fell into thought, but in an instant, his expression turned stern.

“Alright, then I apologize for the intrusion.”

As soon as Gevas finished speaking, he drew the longsword from his waist.

With a reverse swing, the iron password lock of the secret compartment was instantly severed.

“Cutting iron with a single sword? Mental Energy Guidance?”

Daniel, who was observing from the side, couldn't help but narrow his pupils.

Just now, he had glimpsed the secret compartment and found it was made of fine iron.

Such a hard casing, even an Apprentice Knight couldn't break it.

If there was no password, one would have to find a specialized locksmith to open it.

What he didn't expect was that Gevas, with a backhand swing of his sword, shattered the iron casing.

There was only one possibility for such an effect.

That was the Mental Energy Guidance technique, which could only be used upon reaching the realm of a Just Knight.

It involved temporarily infusing battle aura into the weapon through the blood vessels, enhancing its sharpness.

Only in this way could fine iron be cut in a single strike!

“Moreover, his sword… doesn’t seem to be an alchemy construct?”

Daniel thought to himself, and as Grace sheathed her sword, he keenly noticed a crack appearing on the tip of the blade.

“In that case, this Mr. Constable’s strength…”

“Is probably even greater than that of an ordinary Just Knight!”

“Perhaps… he has already reached the realm of a High-level Just Knight?”

Daniel secretly speculated, his gaze towards Gevas now filled with even more awe than before.

At this moment, Gevas was completely unaware of Daniel’s thoughts.

He merely focused all his attention on the opened secret compartment.

“Jewelry… money bags… Hmm? A notebook?”

Gevas’s eyes lit up, and he quickly reached out to open the notebook.

After just two glances, he immediately confirmed that this was Mirar’s disguised transaction ledger.

And it was undamaged, complete, with everything clearly recorded.

“Could it be that Mirar’s death was truly an accident?”

Gevas was somewhat surprised; the wariness and suspicion in his heart gradually began to dissipate.

After receiving news of Mirar’s death, his first reaction was that the slave trade had been discovered.

His second reaction was to think of Barto, whom he had personally crushed to death.

Both of these individuals were dark operatives serving the Saar Family, and they died in quick succession.

Therefore, Gevas subconsciously assumed that the mastermind was behind it again, orchestrating Mirar’s death.

But now, after a preliminary investigation, there were no significant external injuries or signs of poisoning on Mirar’s body.

It was highly probable that she had died accidentally from cardiac arrest due to excessive excitement.

Moreover, if Mirar had truly been killed by the mastermind, then the other party would have no reason not to take this ledger.

Of course, it was also possible that the other party hadn't found the secret compartment, or found it but couldn't open it.

But… since the other party had decided to kill, how could they not have made thorough preparations beforehand?

Gevas was not a fool and naturally did not believe that the other party’s actions would be so sloppy.

Therefore, after much thought, he could only put aside his suspicions and attribute Mirar’s death to an accident.

Just then, the forensic doctor had also arrived.

Gevas came back to his senses and said to Mickey.

“This is your mother’s work log from the Exchange; I’ll take it for now.”

“As for these other belongings, there’s no need to examine them; you can handle them yourself.”

Mickey nodded in agreement.

He had no interest in Mirar’s work log, only caring about the jewelry and money bags left behind.

“By the way, the forensic doctor has arrived and will take Mirar back for examination. Do you want to…”

Gevas said again, but before he could finish, Mickey waved his hand.

He spoke with a complex and unreadable expression.

“No need; you can just take her away.”

“Unless there’s really an issue with her autopsy results, otherwise…”

Mickey paused for a moment before saying faintly, “I will buy a burial plot today and collect her body tomorrow.”

With that, he no longer paid attention to Gevas, simply collecting all the jewelry.

He went to a nearby dressing table and, as if no one else was present, began to inspect the quality of the jewelry.

Seeing this, Gevas said nothing more, merely instructing his men to carry Mirar away on a stretcher.

At this point, Daniel also followed Gevas out.

As he left, he looked at Mickey, opened his mouth as if to say something, but ultimately remained silent and walked out.

After everyone had left, Mickey’s body stiffened, and he stopped his actions.

“Mother…”

Mickey murmured to himself, his eyes constantly shifting and changing.

Amidst the pain, he also felt a hint of satisfaction.

It was as if a heavy stone had been lifted, and he inexplicably let out a sigh of relief.

Time flew by, and it was now afternoon.

After several hours of forensic examination, no signs of foul play were detected.

Thus, Gevas’s suspicions had to be temporarily suppressed.

“Sigh, Mirar, that bitch, she really is…”

Gevas felt very frustrated. Previously, his cooperation with Mirar was a single-line contact.

Now that Mirar was dead, there was no longer any point of connection between him and the Saar Family.

“That bitch also promised me that after this transaction, she would introduce me to Lord Madock, but now…”

Gevas sighed helplessly, then looked at the ledger in his hand.

After a long while, he took a deep breath, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes.

“In that case, I’ll just have to bite the bullet… and go myself!”

Previously, having Mirar as an intermediary was a mixed blessing for Gevas.

The drawbacks were obvious: the middleman earned a price difference, and all information between the two sides depended on Mirar’s word.

But the benefit was also there: if one day the slave sacrifice matter was exposed, with Mirar separating Gevas and the Saar Family, there would be an opportunity for him to argue his case.

However, now that Mirar was dead, he was forced to deal with Madoc face-to-face.

Gevas frowned, feeling that things were becoming troublesome.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Litton went out in the afternoon, leaving Ron alone.

After purchasing some materials for spellcasting, Ron spent the rest of the time experimenting with all eleven other Apprentice-level spells.

“Although I’m still very unskillful at casting them, I’ve finally learned them all…”

When Ron successfully cast the last Apprentice-level spell, [Memory Technique], he let out a weary sigh and looked at the sky outside.

It was now evening, and Ron packed away his spellbook and all related materials.

Then, after picking up Lisa, having dinner, and his Mental Energy having mostly recovered, he returned to the storeroom to cultivate while waiting for the intelligence to refresh.

“Ding!”