Mysteries: Arcana Wars

David sat in the dark room, looking coldly through the window at the brand new high-rise building outside. The splendid Holiday Inn, which had just opened last month, was showing its luxury to the entire Backlund.

He has been observing here for a few days, and today is the day to take action.

The target was of course Massimo Ishtar.

Massimo is definitely the man of the moment in Backlund.

As a large tycoon, the Ishdar family possessed enormous power and money in Feynaport. As the first heir of the family, Massimo came to Backlund to expand the market for the family, and the amount of Rune pounds that flowed through his hands was more than an ordinary person could earn in a lifetime.

On behalf of the family, he came to Loen for pilgrimage, treated the Sivellas as brothers, and treated the Church of Evernight with respect...

At the age of 35, some people can have billions of assets even without doing anything, while others work diligently but still end up living on the streets.

Who wouldn't want to be like Massimo? Who wouldn't want to take off their ugly, cheap rags and put on a luxurious coat embroidered with gold and silver? Who wouldn't want to... replace Massimo?

"Replacement? No... You can be Massimo Ishtar..."

The woman in the red dress whispered in his ear.

"You will be the boss of the group and the heir of the family... You will have the wealth you desire most..."

Wealth, money...

"...As long as you...listen to me...and do it..."

The raging fire of desire ignited in David's heart again.

Money, endless pounds, the more the better...

David took one last look at the hotel in the distance and closed the window.

I don't know when it started, but the desire for money became the only goal of his actions and the supreme creed of his life.

As for why he needed so much money, David couldn't remember clearly, but he didn't care about the so-called reason. What kind of excuse was it? It was just a hypocritical cover-up of people's desires. As long as the money kept jumping into his pocket, it would be fine.

Walking out of the room, the open corridor is full of large and small display screens. This old apartment building cannot be built at a high price, and there is no more spare money to update and maintain it. The manager hung advertising screens on the walls and rented them out to earn extra advertising fees, in this way to make this old building more valuable.

Even though the Prussian Bank was attacked that day, the "donation" ceremony between Massimo and Sheriff Niccolò Hawke was still made into a sophisticated report, which was still played on the billboards a few days after the robbery, sparing no effort to build momentum for the Ishdar family.

"...We, the Ishdar family, would like to thank Sheriff Nicolo Hawke for rescuing our lovely Jarod Ishdar..."

Hearing this, David, as the person involved, couldn't help but sneer.

Ha, the Jarod case has nothing to do with Hawke. It was Leonard Mitchell who solved the case.

...Leonard Mitchell...

Thinking of this name, an inexplicable emotion suddenly rose in David's heart.

Leonard Mitchell is definitely the most "special" person David has ever seen at Sivella Stadium.

He was in his thirties when he was promoted to detective, but Leonard, in his twenties, had become the youngest detective in the Sivellas Field because of his repeated success in solving serious cases. Even though he was being suppressed by Nicolo Hawke, it was only a matter of time before he became the sheriff.

Leonard Mitchell seemed out of place in the entire Sivella Field. David had never seen Leonard stuff cards or antiques into the sheriff's office for a smooth career, as he did; nor had he ever seen him treat his subordinates to a meal for a smooth work, as he did. The unspoken rules that oppressed the entire Sivella Field seemed to have never existed for Leonard.

While everyone else had to be pressed to the ground and covered in mud because of all the bricks and stones on their bodies, only Leonard Mitchell stood clean.

Not afraid of the boss's pressure, not afraid of the financial group's threats, not afraid of the human relationship...

No, it shouldn't matter.

There is no such thing as a boss, a consortium, or colleagues... I just complete every task at hand mechanically and without purpose, just like a mechanical puppet that has been wound up, moving forward empty on a track given by others.

Nothing mattered, because nothing entered his desolate world.

In fact, apart from occasional work cooperation, David has hardly ever spoken to Leonard, nor has he ever seen Leonard take the initiative to chat with his colleagues. Leonard's day will never be filled with small talk and nonsense, and unnecessary sociality will never be a part of his life.

This sometimes made David even doubt whether "Leonard Mitchell" really existed in this world, or was just some kind of ghost reflecting people's inner thoughts.

...David had to admit that during those times spent at Siveras Field, there were a few moments when David was so envious of Leonard...even jealous.

Why doesn't he have to kowtow to his superiors! Why can he stick to the justice on his badge! Why is he so talented! Why can he face the life-and-death threat of power!

Who is holding an umbrella for him?

David had also thoroughly checked Leonard's resume, but all the records showed that he was just an orphan adopted by an old widower. As for the adopter, he was just an old bachelor with only a small house. Their family lived a relatively affluent life, but not to the point where they could be called wealthy.

All the records end here. Apart from his achievements, in David's opinion, Leonard's background is simple and clean.

The elevator gave a signal, and David prepared to go downstairs. As the elevator door slowly opened, red hair entered David's field of vision.

In the car was Geraldine Lightning!

The reporter on the other side showed an expression of shock and surprise. This meeting should be a coincidence rather than intentional tracking.

But no matter what the reason, a strong sense of crisis warning rose from David's spiritual intuition. As soon as he entered the elevator, he exerted force with his legs, stepped forward and punched Geraldine.

As a veteran, Geraldine still retained good fighting skills and dodged two punches flexibly. However, with the blessing of extraordinary characteristics and military prosthesis, Geraldine, a mortal body, was quickly defeated in the narrow space. He was kicked in the stomach by the iron fist and was ruthlessly hit against the wall of the car.

A mouthful of blood flowed out of the reporter's mouth. Before she could get up from her dizziness, David stepped on the communicator that fell to the ground and crushed it, and kicked her again.

Don't give her the chance to pass on the message!

While Geraldine was unable to stand up, David stepped forward and raised his fist, aiming for her neck, but the terrifying fist stopped in front of her.

A strong sense of crisis hit David's mind.

She can't die!

We can't let her lose consciousness! We can't let her fall into a coma! Otherwise, a terrifying existence will come to us!

"Why... did you stop?" Geraldine spat out a mouthful of blood and smiled, "What are you afraid of... what are you afraid of?"

Before Geraldine could finish her words, David interrupted her with a slap, then carefully removed all the electronic products, big and small, and finally, after thinking it over, he simply stepped on her limbs and broke them.

It doesn’t matter if I can’t kill you. There are ways to make you lose your ability to move.

From the moment he escaped from the police station, David discovered that every failure he had was closely related to the lingering Geraldine.

This time, it must not be ruined in her hands again!

Thinking of this, Leonard's figure jumped into David's mind again.

Ever since Geraldine was stationed in Sivella Square as an investigative reporter, she has been acting as Leonard's assistant. Even though Leonard hardly paid attention to her except for work, she endured this indifference and insisted on this identity until she was fired.

David was curious, what motivated her to persist for so long under such pressure that was comparable to workplace violence? Was it the extra salary as a detective assistant? Or was it the case news that was enough to make the headlines?

But what David was more curious about was, would Leonard really care about something?

The elevator bell rang again. David blocked Geraldine's mouth, shielded her eyes, and slowly dragged the reporter, whose limbs were tied tightly, into the underground parking lot.