"My lord, there's definitely something wrong with that Swordsman."
"His arrogance is boundless. He must be related to the death of the Goddess."
"My lord, should you directly apprehend him and force the information out?"
Harkins shook his head. "No need. This fellow is connected to Christie Burton. If we were to make a move, he certainly wouldn't stand idly by."
"I've already dispatched investigators. Eleanor was last seen in the black market. It's a lawless zone, which ultimately led to her death."
"Our priority now is to go to the black market and find clues."
Harkins and his men entered the black market.
Harkins moved swiftly. He knew exactly where to gather information: the Etheric Trade Association. It wasn't just a place for trade but also a hub for intelligence. They could uncover anything that happened in the black market, even details about the murderer who took Eleanor's life; they had ways to investigate.
