The villainous prince who bullied Feng Aotian was actually myself.

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As Bazeir said this, he happily lit a cigar for himself.

Inside the luxurious, off-white Western-style restaurant, a loud crash of shattering glass rang out.

This was done by an angry Hibbert.

He had just woken up and was having breakfast, as was his habit, reading the newspaper while eating. But after finishing the Guberland City Morning Post, he was completely dumbfounded.

He forcefully slammed the glass of milk in his hand to the ground, startling all the servants standing around, including Raymond, who also woke up late and had to eat with his father. He was also taken aback by Bazel.

"What idiot did this?!"

Hibbert roared.

"Father, what's wrong?"

Faced with Hibbert's sudden outburst of rage, Raymond put down the tomato he had just picked up with his fork and asked cautiously.

"Take a look at what's going on here."

Hibbant simply tossed the newspaper to Raymond.

Uh……

To be honest, Raymond didn't like reading newspapers, but he was somewhat intimidated by his father's bad temper, so he could only take the newspaper and pretend to read it.

But Raymond didn't stay in the act for long before he was stunned.

"Leon has been assassinated?"

Raymond asked doubtfully, "Is he dead or not?"

If Leon's good buddy is gone, then he'll be drinking, partying, and womanizing all by himself, and he'll lose one good buddy.

Although Leon never really wanted to have in-depth conversations with those pretty girls.

Raymond has suspected for a long time that Leon might not be capable in that area at all.

"It's impossible for him to die."

Hibbant clasped his hands together; he had regained his composure.

“Since he won’t die, then what are you worried about, Father? What does Leon’s assassination have to do with our Finn family?”

Raymond shrugged, expressing his bewilderment that his father was making a mountain out of a molehill.

"It really doesn't matter, but—"

Seeing Raymond's nonchalant and sullen face, Hibbate swallowed back what he wanted to say.

Forget it, this bastard son of mine wouldn't understand anyway.

Alas, how could I, Hibbert, a man of such brilliance, have produced such a worthless son?

If the Duke's position were passed to him in the future...

Hiss, Hibbert couldn't imagine it.

I'm already in my fifties. Now I'm going to get some powerful tonics, marry a younger, healthier, prettier, and smarter girl, and maybe even start a new life on my own?

It's not that Hibbert is bragging, but even though he's in his fifties, everyone around him still praises him for being as handsome as an eighteen-year-old. In fact, at every social dance, there are always quite a few young girls who throw themselves at him, wanting to seduce him and get into his bed.

Although Hibbert knew the reason, it didn't stop him from having a pleasant evening with the girls.

"Now those two bastards, Lev and Bazel, are probably itching to make this even bigger. They're probably ready to see me make a fool of myself, hahaha. I need to find a solution as soon as possible."

Hibbate muttered to himself, then stopped eating breakfast and got up to leave.

"Making a fuss over nothing, it's ridiculous. What's there to panic about? It's such a big ducal mansion."

Raymond didn't seem to care and continued eating his breakfast leisurely.

But then he suddenly felt that he was too bored by himself, so he glanced around at the servants and finally his gaze fell on a maid who was fairly pretty.

"come here."

Raymond pointed at the maid and commanded her in an arrogant manner.

"Son..."

The maid timidly approached Raymond.

"Come, sit down."

Raymond grinned and pointed to his leg.

"This……"

The maid looked troubled.

"Stop dawdling and come here."

Raymond grew impatient and forcefully pulled the maid into his arms, forcing her to sit on his lap. Then, his hands began to wander aimlessly.

"Young master, no, you can't put your hand in!"

"Feed me, hurry up, or you'll be severely punished."

Raymond grinned wickedly, then glared menacingly at the other servants in the restaurant. "Go and close the restaurant door. You should know what happened here, right?"

“Young Master Raymond, we didn’t see anything.”

"Yes, yes, I didn't see anything."

"Oh yes, we don't know anything."

The servants, pale with fright, echoed after one of them spoke first.

Raymond Finn, the leader of the four notorious playboys of Guberland, is so ruthless and perverse that his actions are simply outrageous.

As Raymond's cronies, the original owner of the body, Leon Hoyle, also had another infamous title: one of the four notorious young villains of Guberlan.

Leon was also very troubled by this infamous label.

Furthermore, Helena knew that she and Raymond had been hanging out together, which is why Leon mentioned Raymond in his diary and wrote that he was just listening to music for entertainment and had not done anything else inappropriate.

There wasn't a single normal person around the original owner...

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Angels Walking on the Ground

When I came to my senses, it was already a day later.

It was noon at this time.

This morning, the sky was cloudless, but now a light drizzle has suddenly started outside the window.

This is a sun shower, the kind of weather where the sun is shining brightly, but it still rains.

This kind of weather was quite common for Leon, who used to live in the south of the great foodie country.

The glass window was open, and raindrops drifted in the cold wind, some of them seeping into the room and hitting his handsome face, bringing a touch of desolation and inexplicable sadness.

After letting out a soft sigh, Leon closed the window, left the room, and went into his study, where he sat down on the sofa chair in front of his desk.

Everything around him remained the same, yet he felt an emptiness in his heart. Leon didn't know why; perhaps it was because Helena was no longer there.

Usually around this time, when it's almost lunchtime, he would give Helena her medication beforehand, and then watch her comical yet adorable performance, as she sucked on the straw like a girl next door drinking iced cola...

Wow, I'm impressed.

Could it be that I've actually fallen for Helena?

Turning a fake relationship into a real one is not a good thing.

Stop thinking about it! Stop thinking about it! Stop thinking about it! Stop thinking about it!

You're just a pathetic villain, you're nothing! What makes you think you can be with the protagonist?

Leon fiddled with a notebook on his desk, looking somewhat troubled.

His injuries are now completely healed. After all, this is the capital city. The kind of injury he suffered might have required him to be bedridden for months with modern medical treatment, but with the extraordinary methods of this world, he was completely healed in a single day, without even leaving a scar.

"Bang bang bang."

There was a gentle knock on the door.

"Please come in."

Leon composed himself, adjusted his emotions, and quickly put on a poker face devoid of expression.

"Your Highness Leon."

The tall figure who walked in bowed slightly.

"Any results yet?"

Leon's gaze fell on Hawkeye, and he got straight to the point.

When Leon woke up in the morning, he instructed Hawkeye to investigate the monster that had mysteriously appeared that day and to immediately issue an arrest warrant for Jack.

That damn Jack, one second he was all talk about loyalty, the next he turned around and betrayed me without a second thought.

Such a shameless person, if allowed to grow up, might really be a troublesome problem. The issue is that he has already entered the demigod realm, which means he has already grown up quite a bit.

Demigods have different vital signs than humans. They not only have lifespans several times longer than normal people, but ordinary weapons and attack methods can no longer harm them. As long as they play it safe, they are basically immortal.

However, Jack must die, because his existence represents disaster for Helena's hometown.

Since he, who should have died, didn't, the plot is now completely messed up. However, judging from his character's role in the original series, he still has a strong connection to Helena's hometown.

"The monster last night was a human mutation. He worshipped an unknown evil god and performed a prayer ritual to the evil god. He was then corrupted by the evil god and went insane."

Hawkeye replied.

Here's a brief overview of some basic occult knowledge.

Those who attain "spirituality" are called extraordinary.

As their spirituality grows stronger, the extraordinary individual's body and abilities will also undergo corresponding changes, leading to a deeper understanding of the mystical realm.

As humanity gained access to a vast amount of complex and mind-blowing mysterious information, and as its power grew, it gradually began to evolve in the direction of mythical creatures.

This would lead to humans becoming less and less human, and those with weak minds would lose themselves in the mysterious ocean, eventually losing their reason and turning into bloodthirsty monsters.

Being bewitched or misled by evil gods is considered pollution, and this pollution will exacerbate the collapse of human reason, thereby reducing one's intelligence to zero and turning one into a monster who can only babble.

Therefore, one should never pray to unknown or unclear deities, not even by reciting their names.

"A follower of an evil god?"

Leon was puzzled.

"Yes."

Hawkeye confirmed.

"How did the followers of the evil god manage to sneak into the palace, and even manage to get into the forbidden western area?"

Leon felt this was a bit outrageous. Even if it was the world's corrective force trying to force him to his death, it still had to be reasonable.

After all, this isn't a Tencent game where you defeat a whale who just spent 10 x 648 RMB, severely impacting the experience of high-level VIP users, and then a super AI suddenly appears out of nowhere and defeats you.

"Of course he can enter the West District, because his identity is actually—"

Hawkeye paused at this point, because what he was about to say might involve a remarkable person, a guy... to be honest, Hawkeye couldn't afford to offend.

"His true identity is actually?"

Leon frowned.

"Your Highness, I think it's best to let this matter go."

Eagle Eyes' Adam's apple twitches.

"Just let it go? I almost lost my life, how can I just let it go!"

Leon was furious, but he quickly calmed down because, judging from Hawkeye's expression, if they insisted on investigating this matter, it could really have a huge impact.

“Your Excellency, you saw how I persuaded the Third Duke last time. I am not a mindless commander. I have my own sense of proportion. So I hope you can tell me that I will handle this matter rationally and seriously.”

After a moment of silence, Leon's tone softened considerably.

"alright."

Hawkeye thought for a moment, and indeed—Leon wasn't as useless as he had imagined. "It's Senior Bancroft, the guy who went crazy and turned into a monster last night, named Marcelo Brudy. He's one of Senior Bancroft's assistants, a Diamond-level alchemist, and a member of the Imperial Alchemist Association."

Bancroft!