abnabooks Chapter 141 Sean's Plot
Chapter 141 Sean's Plot
Chapter 142 Sean's Plot
Meanwhile, at Anse College, Kyle Arnold's temporary residence.
Kyle hadn't even had time to catch his breath from the horrifying news he'd just heard about the men in black attacking the Silent Forest and nearly wiping out the combined forces of Anse Academy and the Tower of Eternity, let alone calm down to do a detailed analysis or make an emergency communication with his family.
Just as he was feeling unsettled, trying to make sense of the implications of this shocking news and its potential impact on the family's plans.
One of the family guards he had left outside stumbled in, his face ashen and his breathing rapid as if he had just been on the run for his life!
His eyes were filled with unprecedented panic, and he completely disregarded proper etiquette, his voice hoarse and distorted with extreme fear as he cried out, "Young Master! Something terrible has happened! Miss Sena—Miss Sena—she—publicly—publicly killed a stall owner at the market in Sel City! She's been arrested by the patrol officers of Anse Academy and taken to the police station!"
"What?!"
Kyle felt a loud "buzz" in his head, as if an invisible hammer had struck the top of his head!
He suddenly stood up from the chair. Because he stood up so suddenly, the scene in front of him even shook violently and blurred for a moment, and a strong sense of dizziness came over him.
Sena? Murder? In public? How is that possible?!
His sister, who was lively and mischievous but couldn't bear to hurt even a magical pet?
After the initial shock, a chilling rationality instantly coiled around his heart like a venomous snake. He realized almost immediately that this could not possibly be an accident or a mistake made in the heat of the moment!
This is clearly an extremely malicious conspiracy targeting the Arnold family!
And this happened right after he learned that an unknown black-clad force was active in the vicinity and was incredibly powerful!
This coincidence itself is as jarring as a warning bell!
"What exactly happened?! Tell me in detail! Every single detail, not a single word can be omitted!"
Kyle's voice was unusually cold and sharp due to extreme anger, worry, and fear. He stepped forward, almost grabbing the panicked guard by the collar, his powerful aura making the other man almost unable to breathe.
The guard shuddered in fright, and quickly suppressed his fear, blurting out the information he had hastily gathered.
Eating wontons, arguing over the quantity, shoving, the boss's mysterious death, numerous "onlookers" unanimously pointing the finger at the person, and the patrol team "coincidentally" appearing quickly and arresting them directly —
Every detail was like a cold needle, precisely and cruelly piercing Kyle's heart.
What a coincidence! What a perfect match!
It was as perfect as a script that had been meticulously written and was just waiting for the actors to enter! Its target was none other than his innocent and naive younger sister!
"A trap! This is a blatant setup!"
Kyle growled through clenched teeth, his eyes practically spitting out flames.
He forced himself to calm down as quickly as possible, his brain racing under the influence of adrenaline.
Who is the other side's target?
Is it Senna herself?
Or is it to target the entire Arnold family through Sena?
Is it to sabotage their upcoming secret deal with the Tower of Eternity?
Or is it that—
Is it related to those men in black who just attacked the Allied forces?
Are they trying to muddy the waters, or do they have ulterior motives?
Regardless of the other party's ultimate goal, there is only one crucial and urgent matter right now: we must rescue Sena immediately!
We absolutely cannot let my sister fall into their hands!
The police station—it's now undoubtedly a den of thieves; the other side has certainly laid a trap!
"Immediately gather all personnel remaining at the academy! Equip them with the strongest weapons and anti-magic gear! Head to the police station immediately!"
Kyle gave the order without hesitation, his voice resolute and unwavering, carrying an unquestionable, almost insane determination.
At this moment, he was like a lion whose scales had been touched, and any rational consideration was overwhelmed by the instinct to protect his loved ones.
"Young Master! Go directly to the police station to demand their release? This—this will lead to a direct conflict with Anse Academy! This is tantamount to slapping them in the face!"
The guard was so shocked by this audacious order that he blurted it out, his face filled with horror.
"conflict?"
A fierce, almost ferocious glint flashed in Kyle's eyes.
"They dared to use such despicable means to harm my sister; they should be prepared to face the full wrath of the Arnold family! Go and carry out the orders! Those who disobey will be punished according to family rules!"
"Yes, young master!"
The guards were intimidated by Kyle's almost tangible killing intent and resolute determination, and dared not raise any further objections. They hurriedly turned around and scrambled out to gather reinforcements.
Kyle stood there alone, his chest heaving, forcing himself to take deep breaths.
He glanced out the window at the towering Anse Academy tower, a symbol of order and power, but his eyes were as cold as ice.
Regardless of who is behind this, since you chose to attack my sister, let's see who will ultimately get burned by playing with fire!
He quickly straightened his slightly disheveled robes, took out several family heirlooms that emitted powerful energy fluctuations from a hidden compartment, and carefully placed them close to his body.
He then strode out, each step carrying a heavy killing intent and an unwavering determination.
Inside the Sergeant City Police Station, in a deliberately dimly lit room, the air was stagnant and cold, as if it could freeze one's blood.
The "official wizard who forcefully took Sena away" was actually Lilith in perfect disguise. She was tapping her fingertips on the cold metal tabletop with some irritation, making a monotonous and unsettling tapping sound.
The deacon's robes she wore, which symbolized the law enforcement authority of Anse Academy, made her feel extremely uncomfortable, as if she were wearing a false and nauseating shackle that bound her true nature.
She asked a question to the seemingly empty, dark shadows beside her, her voice distorted by some sophisticated secret technique.
It sounded exactly like the voice of the real butler, known for his coldness, but her tone couldn't completely hide the coldness and doubt that belonged to her: "Are you sure that guy named Kyle Arnold would really be so stupid as to walk into a trap for his sister?"
"Furthermore, what makes you so sure he has the item we're looking for? What if he's hiding it somewhere else, or maybe he doesn't even have it on him?"
The shadow rippled slightly like water after a pebble has been thrown in, and Sean's pure white, faceless, light-and-shadow figure silently emerged, like a pale, emotionless ghost.
He bowed slightly, his tone maintaining absolute respect, yet carrying an undeniable certainty: "Lady Lilith, please rest assured. Based on our previous in-depth analysis of Kyle Arnold's character and our assessment of the depth of the bond between him and his sister, he will come without a doubt, and will likely bring enough men to cause a stir."
He was not stupid, but he could not bear the unknown risks and potential torture that would come with his sister falling into our hands, or rather, into the hands of the Anse Academy Security Office in his mind.
This is the most likely option he would choose after calculating the risks, and it's also a weakness we've carefully prepared for him that he can't avoid.
He paused, then continued his analysis in that calm and composed tone, as if stating a given fact.
"As for that thing"—it's possible he might have left it in a safer location within Anse Academy, perhaps with extreme caution, or perhaps he's placed it under a more complex and concealed spatial seal! But—"
A cold, calculating smile curled at the corners of Sean's lips.
"Once someone is in our hands, the initiative is entirely in our hands. We have plenty of methods and time to get him to talk, or to get him to willingly and proactively hand over his things."
Even if, hypothetically, that item isn't among his current belongings, by successfully controlling Kyle and Sena, two important members of the Arnold family, we essentially control the most valuable bargaining chip to acquire it. In any case, we won't lose out.
After hearing this analysis, Lilith's obvious disdain and impatience lessened slightly, replaced by a cold, approving look after weighing the pros and cons.
She stretched her shoulders, which were stiff from being bound by the heavy robe, making a soft rustling sound as the fabric rubbed against each other.
That makes sense.
She gave a brief assessment, which could be considered as acknowledging Sean's judgment, but then she frowned deeply, making no attempt to hide her extreme aversion to the current disguise and the mission.
"This damned mission of playing the hypocritical lackey of the academy, please just end already! Wearing this disgusting robe for even a moment longer makes me feel nauseous!"
All she wanted was to get the stuff as soon as possible, complete the deal with Hick, and get away from these annoying trifles and stifling pretense.
"Please be patient a little longer, Lady Lilith."
Sean's voice was as calm as still lake water, gently soothing her.
"Based on the timeline, Kyle Arnold should already be gathering people, and may even be on his way."
The fish are swimming into the carefully laid net, just as we expected.
Lord Hughes is also ready; he will ensure that no unexpected factors interfere with our subsequent questioning process.
Lilith snorted and stopped complaining.
She sat up straight again, skillfully donning the cold, dignified mask befitting an academy deacon once more.
Only the sharp, dangerous glint of a predator that flashed deep in the depths of her eyes subtly revealed her true identity and her true feelings at that moment.
The interrogation room fell into a suffocating silence once again, with only the cold walls reflecting a faint light and the air thick with the silent tension and danger.
This place is no longer a place for enforcing the law and judging justice, but a meticulously modified hunting ground, where everything is ready, waiting only for the prey driven by anger and fear to willingly walk into the trap.
Meanwhile, on the streets of Sel City, Kyle Arnold, his face ashen, led a group of equally somber-looking and imposing Arnold family guards, like a whirlwind of low pressure, striding unabashedly toward the police station.
Kyle Arnold's face was ashen, his steps were as swift as the wind, and the low pressure emanating from him almost made the surrounding air stagnate.
Behind him followed more than ten elite guards from the Arnold family. Each of them had sharp eyes and a calm demeanor, with their hands on the weapons at their waists or on the spellcasting mediums hidden under their robes, clearly ready to act at any moment.
This squad was like a sharp blade drawn from its sheath, making no attempt to conceal its purpose and sharpness. It went straight through the somewhat chaotic streets of Sel City. Wherever it passed, pedestrians hurriedly gave way in fear, and whispers behind them merged into a buzzing sound.
"They're from the Arnold family!"
"Where are they going? Their faces look terrifying—"
"I heard that their young lady committed murder in the market—"
"Really? This is going to be interesting—"
Kyle paid no heed to the surrounding chatter; his entire focus was on the building that was getting closer and closer ahead.
The police station building appears gloomy and sturdy.
His eyes were cold and sharp, like a hawk eyeing its prey.
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