The old baron’s funeral was held at 10 Pea Street. No more people attended. Jason, Taniel, Bondi, Holle, and Finch were all present. In the underground hall, the tents had been taken down. There were two added gravestones. One belonged to the old baron. The other to his servant Eric. Just as in life, even in death, Eric remained ever at the baron’s side. Not much was inscribed on the tombstones. Suddenly, Taniel was the only one left in the entire hall. The young teacher from Deer Academy’s eyes suddenly reddened. He had been holding back while others were present. Now, alone, his tears could no longer be contained. “I’m sorry, Sir Beta.” “It was I who failed to save you.” “If only my professional level had been a bit higher…” Low cries echoed in the underground hall for a long while. When everything had settled, Taniel stood up. After bowing to the tombstone once more, Taniel turned and walked away. Taniel took out a scroll of ‘Closure Ceremony,’ tore it open, and an invisible force field immediately enveloped the entire hall. Suddenly, the hall got isolated and protected. Without ‘Whisper,’ normal people simply could not enter. As for the ‘Secret Meeting’ venue? The old knight was gone. The Secret Meeting naturally ceased to exist as well. Perhaps, someone will hold the ‘Secret Meeting’ again in the future. The door of the underground hall. Jason, wearing a hockey mask, made the whole visiting process extremely smooth after using the wide-blade short-handle machete and the ‘Winchester Brothers.’ Most people clearly assured they would not step foot on Pea Street or even the surrounding neighborhoods again. As for the few who were hesitant, they encountered the ‘persuasion’ of either wide-blade short-handle machete or the ‘Winchester Brothers.’ The result was satisfying for everyone. Jason finished all his visits by sunset. The skies once again darkened. He was about to leave soon. However, before leaving, Jason had one more thing to do. He wanted to take a look at Lorde. This Lorde, where the air is not so good, often feels cold and misty in the morning and night, what charm did it hold that made the old knight sacrifice his life to protect it? He did not take a carriage. He walked on foot instead. Starting from the familiar Kensing Street, the central square. Jason walked on step by step. He saw patrolling officers more than anyone else along the way. Every one of them greeted and saluted him. He responded to each one. The rest were probably late-shift workers, hurrying on their way. Occasionally, there would be one or two drunkards lying on the streets, shouting loudly, then, windows above them would open swiftly, and unidentified liquids would douse them thoroughly before closing just as swiftly. When the drunkards looked up in confusion and smacked their lips, they would curse even louder. Everything was so ordinary. Nothing to pay attention to. From sunset to deep into the night. Just before dawn, Jason walked back near the police station. At this time, ‘Anan’s Eatery’ had already set up shop. The middle-aged owner set up the blackboard and saw Jason approaching at a glance. “Buying dinner for the family again?” “What do you need today?” The owner asked with a beaming smile. “Five meat pies, two servings of pea soup, and one portion of pickled eel.” Jason handed over 6 Copper Crooks. As he received the food, he noticed that there was an extra meat pie, making it six in total. He looked at the owner with confusion. “That one’s on Sir Beta.” “From today onwards, he’ll be treating the first three customers to a meat pie each day.” “Do you know the story of Sir Beta?” “Do you want to hear it? It’s quite exciting!” The middle-aged owner looked like he wanted to whet the appetite, but his skills were sadly lacking.