Mysteries: Arcana Wars

Massimo Ishtar has disappeared...

This is such a coincidence...

"Why did you come to the church to see me? This kind of thing should be reported to the police."

Scott pushed up his glasses.

"When you were missing and kidnapped, it was the police who saved you. Logically, you should trust the police more."

"But...but in James Bank...it was you who saved my brother..."

"Who wants to save your brother? What virtue and ability did your Massimo have that made me want to go and save him? I was just following orders and completing my mission. His survival has nothing to do with me!"

This statement made Scott very disgusted.

"And how do you know that I was involved in the rescue operation of the James Bank robbery?"

"I...I overheard my brother's phone call..."

"Then you can look for those police officers who saved you at that time. Why do you have to come to me?"

"I did look for them! But... they said it was Sheriff Hawke who saved me... I knew it wasn't him! He definitely couldn't save my brother! I... I wanted to look for Miss Geraldine Lightning and Detective Leonard Mitchell, but the sheriff said they weren't there, and I couldn't wait any longer, so I..."

"…Just come to the church and try your luck?"

The little boy nodded cautiously.

Scott looked at the child with mixed feelings.

In the past two weeks, he had been kidnapped, injured and hospitalized, his eldest brother had been robbed, and now his eldest brother had to beg him for help because he was missing. He was thinking about how to drive these annoying Ishdars out of Backlund, and had even played a bad "prank" on their new hotel.

"…Why don't you go find someone in your family to deal with this matter?"

Scott tried to pry Jarod off his legs, but the other man was holding on tightly, with snot and tears, making it difficult for Scott to remove him from his body without breaking his hands.

"Isn't your family wealthy? Isn't it powerful? Send someone to look for him yourself. He is the first heir. Isn't it worth doing everything you can to find him? What's the point of coming to me, an old man pushing a wheelchair?"

"...No...I...I can't find them, they ignore me..."

The choked Garrod calmed down a little, but his speech was still intermittent.

"...They are always like this, refusing to tell me anything...I asked them...they just smiled at me...

"I have been following Brother Massimo to study in Loen, and I haven't been back for a long time...

"My parents were never at home, and my brothers and sisters were all very nice to me. The housekeeper and the nanny were all very nice to me, but... I always felt... that they separated me from them... Especially when I wanted to ask about the family business, they would smile and say that it was not something a child like me should know, and then they would push me away while laughing...

"They said that it was enough for me to be healthy and happy like this for the rest of my life, without any worries... No one would listen to what I said... They just laughed at whatever I said, and they applauded whatever I did...

"But I feel like there's something they don't want me to know, and they want to exclude me... It's like... they hope I'll never know anything about the family..."

Marginalization.

Scott came back to his senses.

Such a young child has not yet understood the spirit of profit-first in the big capitalist family, and can only feel some inexplicable discomfort.

It is hard to say whether this is the abnormal care of his brothers and sisters, or a conscious exclusion, in an attempt to make him a naive person who has no ability to compete for the family property, just like boiling a frog in warm water, turning his incompetence into a family mascot.

Massimo was entrusted with an important task as a pioneer and was sent to Loen, far away from the center of the Fenaport family. Even the first heir would feel unhappy and in danger because of this, so he wanted to bring his youngest brother to Loen, under the pretext of letting him see the world, but in fact, he probably wanted to reduce a possible competitor in the future by marginalizing him from an early age.

Even more conspiratorial, Scott had seen more than a hundred years ago that the children of tycoons used their own sisters to threaten their parents to give up their positions.

Scott always has the deepest malice towards these "vampires", and even the worst guesses he has may come true about them.

But judging from what Garrod said and the fact that he was able to get his own name, this kid is not a fool and has some brains and abilities.

But, you have already faintly sensed the malice, but you still want to beg someone like me to save him...

"So you still plan to save him?" Scott couldn't help but ask.

"Save him! Of course I want to save him! He is my own brother!" Jarod cried, "How can I not save him?"

Scott took advantage of the child's tiredness and gently moved him away. While the child was still confused and didn't understand why this lame grandfather kicked him, Scott had already turned around and walked away with his wheelchair.

"You'll take over."

Wenceslas whispered as Scott passed by. He was full of confidence, as if waiting for a good show.

"This is a 'prophecy'."

Scott ignored him and turned into the office area. A moment later, Scott, fully armed, with a stinky face, came out pushing a wheelchair with a metal token in his hand.

"Damn it! Wenceslas, you bastard! Is it your 'prophecy' that did this?"

Scott cursed under his breath as he passed by.

"The boss directly ordered me to sign a mission to accompany that Jarod!"

"Then it's just your guess, it has nothing to do with me."

Wenceslas had predicted this result long ago, with an expression of "I knew it" written all over his face.

"Everything is the will of His Majesty Bonois."

This has nothing to do with Feifan. Based on his understanding of Scott, he concluded that Scott would take over the case voluntarily or forcedly.

Scott came to the gate irritably, only to find that Jarod, with red eyes from crying, was still waiting at the church door.

"If you want me to help you, follow me, little brat!" he yelled, "First of all, I have other things to do before that!"

Without saying a word, Jarod jumped up immediately, ran forward, and without any hesitation hung on Scott's wheelchair, and then was carried in front of him by Scott.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them returned to the factory.

Scott has handed over a copy of the factory's data to Bonova. The mechanical heart on the scene is checking and discovering the mutated people step by step, and then efficiently killing those who have lost their sanity, and then checking the missing list afterwards.

At this time, the work was half done, and rows of corpses covered with cloth were placed outside the factory. Garrod could not see their specific appearance, but could only vaguely see the twisted and strange protrusions under the cloth and the gurgling blood.

"This...where is this..." he asked tremblingly.

Scott sneered and didn't answer.

Garrod's face turned pale and his eyes were blank. This made Scott feel that he was still bullying children at his age, so he stopped talking nonsense, picked up a few boxes and turned around to leave.

"Damien Bush! Where is he? Come over and share the equipment!"

"In! Mr. Scott!"

"The accident level at the scene has been raised by two levels. All victims have been cleared. After the bodies have been ritually purified, their identities confirmed, and their biometric information collected, they will all be cremated on the spot. No one will be left alive! The samples will be collected in batches of ten and sent to 'that research institute' immediately after sampling!"

"Yes, sir!"

"As for the victim's family, let the police contact them..."

Scott paused.

"…Just tell them that they were kidnapped and forced to work in a black factory, and that the factory caught fire and everyone was killed…"