Early in the morning, the next day. When Lu Heng returned to the woods outside the north gate of Kolos City, he saw Fiona with a team of Elf Priests, conducting a natural burial for a companion. It seemed that an elf had passed away and was to be returned to nature. The elf clan’s tree burial ritual is a unique cultural practice, quite distinctive among the various civilizations of the Otherworld. The Elf Priest would chant the deceased’s name and life stories, then cover them with leaves and flowers. During the chant of Natural Magic by the Elf Priest, plants would grow from the earth, covering the deceased elf’s body, allowing them to return to nature. Lu Heng stood aside with his head bowed, expressing respect for the departed. After presiding over the ceremony, Fiona turned around and said, "Thank you." "Was this a warrior who died fighting demons?" Lu Heng asked casually. Fiona shook her head, "Old Hol was a guard in the city, discovered in the morning, having died while on patrol." "A natural death?" Lu Heng asked with a bit of doubt. Fiona nodded, "No wounds, no signs of struggle, he passed peacefully." Under normal circumstances, such a peaceful departure wouldn’t be suspicious and usually wouldn’t attract attention. However, Lu Heng suddenly remembered something. The method of the Death God’s Deputy is to silently take the target’s life, leaving no wounds or signs of struggle. If it were any other time, Lu Heng might not have thought of this, but lately, he had been pondering about this class, so Fiona’s words stirred this thought in his mind. "Where was Old Hol discovered?" Lu Heng, feeling suspicious, asked further. "In the downstream western section of the Magic River," Fiona frowned, sensing the doubt in Lu Heng’s tone. "Can you take me there to have a look?" Lu Heng was unfamiliar with Kolos City, so he wasn’t sure about the specific location of the downstream western section of the Magic River. "What are you suspecting?" Fiona asked directly, expressing her inner doubts. "Though Old Hol didn’t have any wounds and no signs of struggle, in the Abyss World, there is a way to kill silently," Lu Heng didn’t directly mention the class of the Death God’s Deputy. In fact, it wasn’t necessary to mention the class directly. The Elf Clan has been fighting against the Abyss for hundreds of years, having seen far more skills and classes than humans. Thus, just raising this suspicion, Fiona could think of several possibilities. "Are you saying Old Hol was assassinated?" "It’s possible. A crisis is looming, and any slight disturbance might be a precursor to a storm. A little more vigilance wouldn’t hurt," Lu Heng decided to get to the bottom of his doubts. Fiona thought for a moment, nodded, and agreed, "Alright, let’s go check out where Old Hol patrolled." Investigating wouldn’t take much time. If Old Hol didn’t die of natural causes, then the situation would be severe. The two returned to the city, walking along the Magic River to the west part of the city. Fiona pointed to a bridge, saying, "Old Hol’s patrol route would take him past here. Sometimes, when tired, he would sit under the bridge, take a puff of his pipe to ward off the night’s chill. In the morning, the patrol guards found him sitting under the bridge. When he passed, he was still holding his pipe, with the tobacco half-burned." Lu Heng walked a couple of laps under the bridge, not noticing anything unusual. No signs of fight around, no special marks. As Fiona said, it seemed Old Hol died naturally. "Was Old Hol very old?" Lu Heng squatted down, looking ahead from where Old Hol had sat. "He was indeed aged, but not so old that he couldn’t move. If he were that old, the Queen would have retired him," Fiona explained. "So, Old Hol didn’t age to the point where he would naturally pass away." "Actually, naturally passing away at this age is possible, falling within a reasonable range," Fiona explained. Lu Heng found no suspicious clues under the bridge and walked out, standing on the bridge, looking around, "A patrol normally consists of a team of guards. Why was Old Hol alone?" Fiona explained, "The patrol guards are a team of ten. However, because Old Hol was older, the Guard Captain would take special care, sometimes allowing him to rest halfway. "Old Hol had the habit of stopping by the bridge to take a puff of his pipe. This has been a habit for many years, always seemed normal." Lu Heng glanced around, noticing that it was relatively close to the Gem Workshop, with a large, tightly shut building on the left-hand side. "What is that place?" Lu Heng pointed to the tightly shut building. "It’s the industrial zone’s warehouse, storing quenching, forging, and engraving materials," Fiona explained offhandedly. Earlier, Lu Heng pondered beside the spot where Old Hol died, staring forward, his line of sight passing through the bridge, catching the edge of the industrial zone warehouse. Lu Heng wasn’t entirely sure, but since he had suspicions, he preferred to verify them for peace of mind. Thus, he pointed at the industrial zone warehouse, asking, "Can we take a look inside?" Due to Lu Heng’s reminder, Fiona began to suspect there might be something unusual about Old Hol’s death. The main factor was his age; even though Old Hol was older, he wasn’t so aged that it impaired his movement. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have continued serving in the City Patrol Guard. Moreover, in the Abyss World, there indeed exist certain abilities that can silently take a life.