Lord Lance finished his tea and fled the archives with his men.

  According to him, the unfinished files would be left there, and he would come back tomorrow.

  After Lance and his men left, Zoe glared at Stirling, his eyes red with anger. "Luis Chilavert! Were you doing this on purpose?! Watching me make a fool of myself so you could scheme against me!" Zoe pointed at Stirling and roared.

  "Get the hell out of here, you son of a bitch!" Stirling would not let Zoe get away with it. He slapped Zoe hard and shouted: "If I hadn't come to your rescue, you'd have been dragged out and skinned alive! How dare to blame me!?"

  "You!!" Zoe covered his face, daring not to meet James's razor-sharp gaze, his heart pounding. He stopped arguing awkwardly

  and instead flung his sleeves up and stormed off.

  "Luis, well done." Old Bruce walked over to Stirling, hands behind his back, and said approvingly.

  "Appreciate your timely reminder." Stirling replied with a smile.

  "Keep it up; your future is promising." Old Bruce strolled back to his recliner. He sat down, closed his eyes, and tapped his right hand on the armrest. It looked as if he were waiting for his shift to end.

  Stirling looked in the direction Lance had gone, feeling a bit anxious. After all, he did not know if the potion would work or how effective it would be.

  Time flew by, and soon it was time to end his shift.

  Stirling stepped into the front yard. He grabbed his badge from the shelf. Just as he was about to leave, he heard someone call his name. "Luis Chilavert!"

  Stirling turned around and saw one officer who had come with Lance during the day.

  "What can I do for you, sir?"

  Witt, one of Dalmat's underlings, spoke with a forced smile: "Lord Lance is looking for you. Luis, I didn't realize you were such a skilled lapdog. Follow me."

  The folks at Anode Sub-Palace were said to be bisexual, and Stirling knew what Witt was hinting. He sneered secretly, memorizing Witt's appearance, but his face remained calm, saying indifferently: "Please lead the way, sir."

  Witt, seeing Stirling's neither servile nor overbearing demeanor, felt bored. He said nothing more and led Stirling out of the Night Watch gate. As they stepped outside, Stirling noticed a carriage parked at the gate.

  The two horses pulling the carriage stood about eight feet tall. Their bodies were dark brown and glossy. A bright red stripe ran from their backs to their tails. It stood out against their dark-brown manes.

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  The two demonic horses stood there, their hooves thudding on the cobblestones. Hot white steam puffed from their nostrils, showing their agitation. After seeing Alena's demonic elephants when she entered the city, Stirling was less shocked by the demonic horses. Still, he wondered how much lifespan he could gain by killing these two beasts.

  "Who is Mr. Luis? Please, Mr. Luis, aboard the carriage." The coachman in the front seat asked, looking at the two.

  Stirling shot a disdainful look at Witt. Then, he opened the carriage door and stepped in without a word. Inside, Stirling saw the large inner space. It was richly decorated, with incense burning in a corner on the wooden floor.

  Stirling thought. He then sat on the soft couch in the carriage and closed his eyes to rest.

  Seeing Stirling board the carriage, the coachman cracked his whip. Two brown demon horses felt the signal. Their hooves pushed slightly, and the massive carriage moved forward steadily.

  Witt, watching this, seemed green with envy. He turned and spat, then walked away.

  The dark-brown demon horses ran smoothly. Stirling in the carriage felt hardly any jolting. Of course, this was also because of the very flat roads in the inner city. After about twenty minutes, the carriage slowly came to a stop in front of a mansion.

  "Sir, we've arrived." The coachman's voice came from outside the carriage. Stirling's eyes opened at the sound, and he pushed open the carriage door and stepped out.

  The carriage had stopped at a large mansion. Two maids in light-cut dresses stood at the gate, heads bowed, waiting. As Stirling stepped out of the carriage, two maids moved gracefully towards him and bowed.

  One of them spoke: "Mr. Luis, please come with me." The maids were both exquisite. Their voices were sweet, clearly chosen with care.

  Stirling looked at the mansion ahead. Its massive size and eerie vibe sent a chill down his spine. However, he remained composed and said: "Let's go."

  Both maids, in perfect unison, led Stirling into the mansion. The estate was vast, containing not only a towering castle but also farmland and pastures. The front courtyard was an extensive herb garden. It was full of exotic flowers and plants, making the air fragrant and refreshing. But the two maids seemed to have no intention of showing Stirling around. Their steps were light but quick, and soon Stirling was led to a room in the innermost part of the castle.

  "Sir, the Lord is waiting for you inside." Two maids whispered to Stirling.

  Stirling felt a little uneasy. To be honest, if it weren't for the ring-enhancing pills, he wouldn't have come to this mansion alone. But with a great opportunity to hit the jackpot of unparalleled riches, he had to gamble no matter what. Going all in wasn't just about risking his lifespan; it represented the courage to fight to the death. Just like now, within the high walls and deep courtyards, Stirling was venturing in alone.

  But necessary preparations were still needed. Stirling looked around and saw that the courtyard walls were very high—over twice the height of regular houses.

  However, the stones on these walls were uneven, with many protruding sections. With Stirling's strength at the Visceral-Irrigating stage, he could use it to climb over. An escape route instantly formed in Stirling's mind. But one route wasn't enough. Stirling glanced around, his gaze finally settling on the rooftop. The castle was at the back of the estate; a leap from the rooftop would provide a second escape route. Stirling observed the surroundings briefly, making a plan.

  Just then, the maid beside him urged softly again: "Mr. Luis, the Lord's waiting for you inside."

  Stirling looked at the maid, took a deep breath, and stepped forward. He pushed open the big black wooden door.

  The large wooden door opened inch by inch, and Stirling stepped inside. He left the door slightly open and hung a flashbang.

  Stirling held his breath. His eyes narrowed as he watched ahead, ready for any sudden attack. Abruptly, a scream pierced his ears. "Master! I am glad to see you again, Master! Your loyal servant has been waiting for you for so long!"