Chapter 436, The Missing Head
Hearing that Imiro wanted to kill and interrogate the corpse.
Greco's arguments suddenly stopped, and then, like a cat with its fur standing on end, he roared, "Imiro, you're crazy! I am the leader of Gold-Silver Island."
"The Guild has no right to dispose of me privately. Imiro, you must follow Guild procedures."
"Gold-Silver Island will not let you go."
Greco spoke quickly. Seeing that no one on the opposite side responded, his expression began to turn fearful.
Imiro, stationed on Gold-Silver Island, was no ordinary Deputy Steward. When he said he would kill and interrogate the corpse, he truly meant it.
Wu Heng waved his hand, and the skeleton Keramu drew its sword and stepped forward.
"Fine, fine, you win. I admit I did it. I'm willing to offer sufficient compensation to make up for it. Just ask whatever you want."
Greco spoke anxiously, his eyes darting towards the other side.
Seeing that the skeleton did not stop walking.
He suddenly erupted, breaking free from the team member holding him, attempting to take one of them hostage.
But Keramu was faster.
The longsword slashed out, the cold gleam slicing across his neck.
Greco's face changed drastically. His hands tightly clutched his neck as blood gushed through his fingers.
Then, his body staggered and knelt to the ground, struggling to squeeze out intermittent words, "Help me, I was wrong, help me. I'll tell you everything..."
The people from the Guild across from him merely looked on coldly.
Until he stopped breathing bit by bit, his body collapsing to the ground.
Wu Heng stepped forward and cast [Speak with Dead].
The fallen corpse sat up again, its eyes devoid of any emotion.
Wu Heng directly asked, "Besides you, who else was involved in this matter?"
The corpse's voice was hoarse, "Vitargis."
Wu Heng's brow furrowed.
A new name had appeared.
Wu Heng thought for a moment and then asked, "Why did you want to kill me?"
The corpse replied, "The bounty on you outside is high. I owed a debt, and Vitargis said that if you died, he could help me get the bounty."
A blank envelope!
Sure enough, it was connected to this matter.
Wu Heng and the investigators took notes and continued to ask, "Who is this 'Vitargis'?"
"An official of the City Hall."
Wu Heng asked, "How does he plan to claim the bounty?"
"I don't know."
Only one question remained.
Wu Heng could only ask, "Where does he live?"
"Snoburn District, East Residence No. 153."
After five questions, the corpse lay back down.
"Take the corpse back," Imiro ordered, continuing, "The City Hall's working hours haven't started yet. You two go directly to the residence to arrest him. Bring him to the Guild before the guards arrive."
"Understood!" The two nodded.
The corpse was packed up, and the group left the ship.
...…
In the carriage.
Sheila Grey removed her helmet and placed it to the side. "Gold-Silver Island really is no good place. The leader in charge of public security killed a Deputy Steward over gambling debts. This could be a joke if it got out."
"Yeah, I didn't expect it to turn out this way either."
Wu Heng hadn't expected it to be the leader of the guards either.
But looking at the course of events, it made more sense that it was the leader of the guards.
Otherwise, the person wouldn't have been captured so easily.
"Fortunately, it wasn't anything too serious." Sheila Grey looked at him and continued, "In the future, for this kind of thing, remember to take a Guild squad with you. It's too dangerous for a mage like you to go out alone."
"I'll be more careful next time."
Wu Heng agreed verbally but didn't think so in his heart.
After all, he had many secrets, including his ghost scouting and ability to summon skeleton armies. It was actually more convenient not to bring people.
Seeing that Sheila Grey had nothing more to say.
Wu Heng asked, "Why haven't we heard anything about our Tier 1 reward from last time?"
When they killed the Devil's Hand Pirate Crew, they earned six Tier 2 merits in total.
At the time, the reward's quality was average, and the quantity insufficient.
So, on Imiro's suggestion, they applied for a single Tier 1 merit.
Based on the quality and rarity of rewards, a Tier 1 merit was undoubtedly a rare treasure.
But after some time, the reward hadn't arrived, and Imiro hadn't mentioned it again.
"Not sure. Maybe the process is complicated. Let's wait a bit longer. A Guild wouldn't short two Deputy Stewards on their rewards," Sheila Grey said softly.
That made sense, and there wasn't a better option anyway.
"Yeah, you're right."
Then, the two continued to chat about matters on the island.
The carriage began to slow down.
The accompanying team approached and said, "Deputy Stewards, we've arrived."
The two opened the carriage door and stepped out directly.
...…
On one side was a residence.
The team members gathered, all congregating at the entrance.
Sheila Grey rested her hand on her sword hilt. "Knock on the door."
Bang, bang, bang~!
A team member stepped forward and knocked on the door forcefully.
Soon, footsteps were heard, and a middle-aged man peeked out.
Seeing the Guild members gathered outside the door, his eyes slightly narrowed. "What brings you all here?"
Sheila Grey sized him up. "Whose residence is this?"
"Master Vitargis's property."
"Where is he?" Sheila Grey pushed past him, leading the group inside while asking.
The man hurriedly walked ahead, trying to block them. "Sirs, our master is a City Hall official. Isn't barging in like this a bit impolite?"
Sheila Grey waved her hand, and someone immediately grabbed the man while intercepting the approaching guards.
The remaining team members entered the residence to begin the search.
The living room was empty, and several young maids stood nervously to one side.
They began searching floor by floor upstairs.
"There's someone here," a team member called from a fourth-floor bedroom.
Everyone quickly headed upstairs.
Before reaching the fourth floor, a strong smell of blood wafted towards them.
Quickly entering the room, they looked inside.
The bedroom curtains were tightly drawn, the light dim. A fat figure lay stark naked on the bed.
But only the body remained—the head was nowhere to be seen.
Blood dripped steadily from the bed sheets.
Pooling into a bright red stream on the floor.
Was he dead?
Had he died on their way here?
They rushed over immediately after questioning the corpse.
"Bring someone up to identify the body," Sheila Grey instructed.
The middle-aged man who had opened the door was brought upstairs. Seeing the headless corpse, he stumbled backward several steps, nearly tumbling down the stairs.
"Master, how did the master die?"
"Is this 'Vitargis'?" Sheila Grey asked.
"Yes, yes."
The middle-aged man replied, trembling.