Leveling Up by Executing Monsters

Chapter 134: Chapter 134: How Could Such a Depraved Person Exist?

Lloyd returned to his office and opened the letter.

On it was another string of familiar-looking scrawls, like a doctor’s prescription.

Lloyd pulled out the notebook his butler had given him and deciphered the letter’s contents, character by character:

"Do not go home for the next few days. A troublesome person might be targeting you.

Miss Evelor will be staying with Miss Desda for the time being. Ms. Landis is protecting them, so you don’t need to worry.

Inform Lord Tirtus of this matter as soon as possible and seek his aid.

There is no need to worry too much; the situation is not dire. But do not use Divination for the next few days. Do not use any form of Divination.

I will contact you again when the situation improves.

Your friend, Randolph."

The moment Lloyd saw the string of ’encrypted’ symbols on the envelope, he knew it was from his butler.

’I just didn’t expect it to be so difficult to read...’

Of course, Lloyd believed the contents of the letter. He immediately prepared to go and report to the Chief Judge.

But before he could even leave, the Chief Judge floated to his office doorway.

"Lloyd, a dangerous individual may be targeting you. Don’t go home for a while. Just stay in the Eighteenth District. You can bring your sister over as well."

’The two big shots had very similar openings,’ Lloyd thought. ’Maybe it’s some kind of commonality among the powerful?’

The Chief Judge spoke, then asked another question.

"Hmm... are you able to contact Lord Randolph?"

Lloyd quickly took out the letter.

The Chief Judge pointed a finger from a distance, and the letter flew into his hand.

After studying it seriously for a moment, he asked:

"What does it say?"

Lloyd hadn’t expected his butler’s handwriting to be so abstract that even the Chief Judge couldn’t understand it...

’To come up with such a simple yet effective encryption method... he’s a High Position big shot, all right!’

Lloyd quickly translated it for him.

"Mm, it seems Lord Randolph and I have reached a consensus. Let’s proceed with his arrangements. You shouldn’t need to worry about your sister. The Ms. Landis he mentioned was once a powerhouse at the Saint’s Grace Court. It was a great shame when she chose to leave the Sect...

So, you just need to take care of yourself. And do not, under any circumstances, use Divination for the next few days."

After speaking, the Chief Judge made a point to add:

"Also, Weiya will be staying by your side."

"So who exactly is targeting me? I’ve always been low-key, modest, reserved, and restrained!" Lloyd asked hurriedly.

The Chief Judge seemed to want to say something but stopped, pausing for a solid two seconds before answering:

"A notorious wanted criminal. He isn’t targeting you yet, but he ’might.’ Both Lord Randolph and I detected that his Divination shows a tendency and a possibility of pointing toward you, which is why we’ve made these arrangements."

"This... could it be because of the critic’s case? I had contact with the murdered critic, so I’ve been dragged into it?" Lloyd pressed.

The Chief Judge was clearly familiar with the case and didn’t need Lloyd to recap the details. He replied:

"That’s a possibility, but I believe it’s more likely because of your talent... This criminal has a particular fondness for killing, torturing, and controlling exceptionally gifted young people like you. He revels in snuffing out your talents in their infancy."

"There’s actually someone so deranged in this world?"

Lloyd was stunned. He couldn’t believe that even after transmigrating, he’d still run into some freak who enjoyed ’hunting rookies’ and ’ganking lowbies.’

’Must be a goddamn orphan.’

’And from Captain Fox’s description, this guy is also extremely powerful—a High Position big shot.’

’It feels like the billionaire CEO of a multinational corporation personally stepping in to crush a thriving little street-side noodle shop.’

’Is he a madman or what?’

The Chief Judge nodded and replied:

"He is indeed a deranged madman. But we’ve always believed that his actions may be part of some greater conspiracy he’s brewing...

However, six Sects in six different cities, along with numerous civilian organizations, have a joint warrant out for his arrest, so he doesn’t dare to act too recklessly. Moreover, now that his whereabouts are known, we are organizing an operation to encircle and eliminate him. So you don’t need to worry."

These words put Lloyd’s mind at ease. ’If the sky falls, the big shots will be there to hold it up.’

’I just hope they hurry up and grind that rookie-hunting orphan’s bones to dust!’

Outside a low-key, discreet private club in the wealthy district, a glamorous woman with an exquisite figure and a provocative dress appeared. She sauntered inside with a perfect catwalk strut, drawing countless gazes.

She was a very famous socialite in the city, a regular at all sorts of French salons and private clubs, almost like a public trolley.

The socialite went up to the third floor with practiced ease and entered the room at the end of the hall.

It was a spacious and bright luxury suite, decorated with exceptional extravagance.

However, the thick curtains were drawn, dimming the light, but she could still see a familiar patron already waiting for her.

The man had already stripped naked, revealing a body of thick fat. He was floating in mid-air, his limbs twisted into a bizarre shape that would have shattered every bone in his body.

He was still alive, for now, but couldn’t make a sound. All the blood seemed to have been drained from him; his body was as pale as a corpse, yet it still trembled and twitched faintly.

The socialite walked over to the patron, looked him up and down, and then said in a low voice:

"The first Divination indicated... someone is looking for me... with dangerous intent."

As she spoke, she pried open the patron’s eyelids and looked at the eyeless, pitch-black sockets underneath.

"The result of the second Divination... something that cannot be looked at directly... what could it be?"

Her voice was hoarse and grating, like sandpaper. It was unmistakably the voice of an old man.

Next, she reached out and gently caressed the patron’s body, examining the shape of his skeleton.

"The result of the third Divination points to [Veto], [Wisdom], [Manifestation], and... [Twist]?"

"Why... is there [Twist]?"

The socialite stood thinking for a moment, then walked toward the full-length mirror in the luxury suite and smashed right into it.

With a crisp sound of shattering glass, the scattered shards cut her delicate body all over, falling with streaks of blood onto the carpet at her feet.

Each shard of the mirror reflected her blood-soaked figure, faintly forming a bizarre and malevolent pattern.

Then, she spoke, asking:

"Where is the wielder of the *Book of Truth*?"

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