
No matter how bad he was as a person, he was still the employer who paid their salary, so people were eager to find Belfort Ricksen.
However, no matter how much they roamed around, they could not see Belfort, and they could not find any trace of him.
Everyone in that place ended up having no choice but to reach one conclusion:
Belfort Ricksen has been eaten by the monster.
It was a completely unreasonable situation.
At the same time, they don't know …
A secret safe hidden in Belfort's room…
The safe contained Belfort's property hidden in a secret room behind a large portrait…
It was taken by someone.
"You coming?"
The hideout Hans had asked to meet was a rundown house located deep in the alley of Leathervevelk commercial district.
Worn signage, creaking doors, and outside walls and windows filled with oil stains.
However, it only applies to the outside, and when it goes inside, there is no smell, and the inside is very clean.
It looked like an ordinary pub on the outside, but it was just a trick.
"You picked a pretty good place."
"There is a commercial area adjacent to the factory area. I'm having trouble getting this."
"What about the surrounding area?"
"I haven't finished checking it out, but I'm sure Leatherk's back passage is pretty complicated. I need more time."
"I understand."
Ludger said so and placed the safe he was carrying on the floor.
Hans opened his eyes wide when a bam sounded.
"Whatis that? You must have trouble bringing him here."
"Not really."
"So, is this a safe? It looks exactly like that."
"Yes. It was miraculously secured, but I unleashed a security magic on the way here, so you can open it immediately."
Hans did not argue with such words.
Hans, who opened the safe door and checked the contents, immediately closed it.
"…Too many."
"Use some of it as supplies for your work. Hide the rest of the contents in the right place for now."
"Well, then I don't mind. Rather than that, are you going to leave now?"
"Yes." Yeah."
"You look a little tired. Why don't you rest before you leave? I have a separate room for you."
"I'll check it out later. I think I'll be right back here."
"What identity will you use when you come here?"
"The identity that is best suited for performing activities in the underworld."
“Oh, you mean so?”
Hans didn't ask any more. More than anything, Ludger must have been very tired from the fight that day.
“Please rest well. I'll finish my job as soon as possible."
"Yes." Yeah."
Ludger stepped out of the hiding place with tired steps.
The air in the back alley, where people rarely come and go, is stuffy and warm, and the moisture sticks to the skin like glue.
Every time he walked down the street with a stuffy smell, he could feel the gazes exploring him behind the darkness of the deeper alley.
—Hyena from back alley.
They looked at Ludger as if they were going to scan through him, and finally, they realized that he was not someone they could disturb, so they retreated.
When he completely exited the alley, Ludger removed the hood on his head and lowered the hood that covered his mouth and nose.
As he stared at the several steamships still roaming around the Ramsey River, a loud bell rang from the clock tower standing in the middle of Leathervevelk.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Ludger continued to stare at the Ramsey River in the darkness.
Until the memory of the eye the child showed was completely washed into the river.
***
[Julyuner Belfort Ricksen is dead]
It was the front page of a newspaper headline published in the city of Leatherk the next day.
The death of Belfort, the evil businessman and one of Leathervelk's millionaires, was enough to heat up Leatherk.
—More because the cause of death was a werewolf attack.
The monster was exterminated by a witch guarding the interior of the mansion, but Belfort's death was a big deal.
Some say that Belfort was punished by heaven, and others say that Belfort encountered disaster when he used evil black magic and could not control it himself.
Reporters clamored for days in front of the Ricksen family home, begging to get inside.
Creaked.
Then a black car pulled up behind the reporters.
"Huh?"
The reporters stared at the person who got out of the car, as they were full of curiosity.
'Who is this?'
In total there were three people who got out of the car, and all were wearing the same clothes.
—Black uniform with gold power mark on shoulder.
The reporters' eyes widened as they recognized the clothes commonly called black suits that could only be worn by those in authority.
"Safety-security Department!"
"After all, the Nightcrawler Knight Order too!"
The security department is not a highly secretive organization. Instead, they had an incredible reputation in the light and a terrible fame in the dark.
The reporters swallowed their spit.
They went to the entrance of the mansion just to gossip, but if the security department acted, it would be a different story.
Exclusive…
Such words continue to stick in the minds of journalists.
'This ... it won't work like this. Since I won't be able to get inside anyway, I have to write something related to the security department.'
'Even if the security department improves, it means it's really a big deal. Moreover, the person standing in front.….'
—Cold silver hair that is in stark contrast to a black coat that has a combination of gold and red embroidery.
The sharp-looking woman who flicked her hair to show her forehead was a very famous person.
Terina Lionhow.
He was the head of the Lionhowl Marquis family, which symbolized the protection of the Empire.
He was a Knight Commander of the Nightcrawler Knight Order, affiliated with the Security Department.
His most famous nickname was 'Protective Master'.
The cry of the lion had become a symbolic expression for him, which had so far annihilated many who posed a threat to the Empire.
The reporters split in two and made way for Terina, who walked unhesitatingly towards the mansion.
With her sharp charisma, she was the idol of all the female Knights within the empire.
"Open the gate."
As the security department stepped in, even the guards guarding the entrance would have been drenched in cold sweat.
"We .. were told not to let anyone in ....."
"Flying."
Terina spoke while pointing her finger at the guards.
"Open."
"Yes yes!"
The guards whose faces had turned pale immediately moved.
The tightly shut gate of Ricksen's house was wide open.