"Sandro, are you here to congratulate me?"
"Of course, Ethan. Congratulations on regaining your freedom. For that, I've prepared a gift for you."
"A gift?"
"Yes, it's already on its way. I had Emilio bring it to you, and you'll like it."
The call ended just like that.
Ethan was baffled.
What exactly was Sandro up to?
He temporarily halted the assembly of his lieutenants and had them guard their own territories. Meanwhile, he waited for Emilio's gift.
Thirty minutes later, the gift arrived.
The gift...
It turned out to be a coffin.
A transparent crystal coffin.
The coffin wasn't empty.
Inside the coffin lay a person.
This person was the very one Ethan had been searching for...
Klei.
Ernest Kreine.
Klei was lying quietly in the coffin now, no longer bursting in unceremoniously and laughing, saying he just couldn't be bothered to take the main road.
This might be the most peaceful moment of his life.
"Is he dead?"
Ethan stood in front of the coffin, looking at Klei inside, and asked.
"As you can see, he is dead." Emilio spoke without any emotion, as if the person lying inside wasn't his former companion.
"How did he die?"
"Not too sure, maybe he was beaten to death, who knows?" Emilio said, even chuckling a bit.
"Honestly, I'm a little sad he's dead. After all, I hated him, and now I won't find anyone else I hate quite as much. Do you think I should be sad?"
"Oh, right, something you might also know, he was no longer part of the Conte Clan, so we weren't obligated to avenge him. Sandro also said that taking care of his body is our last moral obligation. As for everything else, it should be left to those who should do it."
"You two were quite close, weren't you?"
Ethan gently placed his hand on the coffin without saying a word.
"I remembered, there's also this letter for you. Originally, his subordinates were supposed to deliver it, but I took care of it. Don't worry, it's definitely his handwriting. No one could have uglier penmanship."
Emilio placed down a letter wrapped in brown paper before preparing to leave.
"Sandro hopes you'll appreciate this gift, and congratulations on your freedom, Ethan."
As soon as he said this.
Anya had already aimed her gun at Emilio's forehead.
But Ethan stopped her, saying, "Let him go."
Emilio eventually left.
Ethan stared at the letter.
"Young master, be careful, let me check it first."
Ethan shook his head: "I'll do it. Go get some tools."
Ethan eventually used some tools to extract the letter.
It was indeed just a letter, with nothing else inside.
The writing was rough and unrefined, very much in line with Klei's image.
The letter read:
"Ethan, by the time you're reading this letter, I should already be dead.
I'm not that afraid of death, after all, my life was a borrowed one to begin with.
I owed your father, and now it's paid back, so there's that.
It's just that I'm afraid that even in death, I couldn't save Vincent.
Now I'm going to tell you the truth.
Where Vincent really went.
He was taken by the Sun God Sect.
Because he's a survivor of Butterflan Town, the very person the Sun God Sect has been secretly searching for..."
Butterflan Town.
Ethan recalled the news Klei brought him from The Truth Newspaper.
It mentioned a suspected mass Evil God worship in Butterflan Town of the Old Continent, and how the Sun God Sect had purified the entire town.
Yet, there seemed to be a hidden secret of the revival of the Ancient God, with the Sun God Sect also involved.
Ancient God's revival...
Ethan thought of Vincent's blood.
His blood could produce a drug that could resist interrogation even by someone at Solomon's level, the Blood of Truth.
Vincent indeed had secrets.
It's just that Ethan didn't expect these secrets to tie into something so far-reaching.
Although, thinking about it, Vincent had indeed been missing for over a decade, and he truly returned from the Old Continent.
"The Sun God Sect's Black-robed Bishop, Casar Claverin, did not come for Saint Kuanti. That was just an excuse. His real target was searching for Vincent, who fled to the New Continent.
I knew you wouldn't believe me if I told you this, so I went ahead first.
I hope the news of my death can arrive early, so maybe they haven't left Wenster yet.
I don't know if I should have written you this letter. After all, Casar seems like an unbeatable existence.
But I do have this obligation.
Your father once told me that if he were to die, it would be my duty to take care of you.
Forgive me for failing to take care of you because of my lack of ability.
This is the last thing I can do.
Ethan.
Perhaps you should wait until you're strong enough before doing anything.
Or maybe you shouldn't do anything at all.
Regardless, I don't wish to babble on like a woman anymore.
I'll go ahead."
The rambling indeed wasn't like Klei's style, but the last sentence was something he would say.
Ethan understood his full intention.
He used his death as proof of his innocence.
He didn't participate in anything related to Vincent's incident.
But words are futile, so death was the best proof.
This fool.
Ethan couldn't help but tightly clench the pliers in his hand.
He felt a bit of sorrow.
"Young master, this letter..."
"This letter is genuine, even if it might not have been written by Klei."
But what it mentions does exist.
Vincent's identity should be like that.
Casar Claverin's goal is indeed that.
This might just be Sandro's open scheme.
He was clearly telling Ethan everything.
And then let Ethan make a choice.
Whether to confront the mighty mountain that is Casar Claverin.
Or pretend to know nothing.
"Handle Klei's body... I want to see his wounds."
Ethan paused briefly before saying the latter half of the sentence.
Then, he instructed Anya to investigate the movements of the Sun God Sect's team.
Whether Casar is about to leave Wenster.
It was also at this time that another new piece of evidence emerged.
Because, the shadow woke up.
The shadow had been recovering in Ethan's basement all these days, with doctors taking care of him daily.
Finally, today, he woke up.
Upon seeing Ethan, the first thing he said was, "The Sun God Sect."
Ethan held his hand.
He spoke the second sentence: "Someone so dazzling I couldn't even dare to look... too dazzling."
Too dazzling.
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