Mystery Paradise: Wishing Power Demon
Chapter 421 - 419: Former Colleagues

Chapter 421: Chapter 419: Former Colleagues

Royal Capital Shengxia.

After Farrelan had finished a day’s work and closed the door of his own detective agency, he, as usual, went to Phoenix Street’s Gil’s Candy Shop to buy two fruit breads before returning home. He prepared these breads for his son and daughter. Although his wife always said not to give the children too much sweet food to avoid cavities when they grew up, he knew that if he brought home two pastries, he could immediately win back a bit of his children’s affection.

That was because he used to be away from home for years on end.

Unexpectedly, since the change of rulers in the kingdom, he suddenly had more free time. In the last few months, aside from personally going to the detective agency to resolve some shady issues, he had all of his time at his disposal. He could drink and chat with friends, inquire about the latest news from the Paradise Sect in the east, and the rest of the time, he would spend making it up to his family... Although his career was at a standstill, Farrelan found that this kind of relaxed life, though somewhat boring, was not too hard to bear.

His only regret was that Dane, aside from contacting him once through a secret letter, had never met up with him again.

That letter was not for catching up on old times, but to ask him to use his connections to get the Longjiu Family to release Editor-in-Chief Qiu Ji.

He knew that his old partner was still hiding in this city, silently observing everything with sharp eyes.

"I’m back, were Weir and Shan Shan good today?"

Farrelan pushed open the door of his house and yelled while taking off his shoes.

The living room was silent, not a sound to be heard.

Usually, the children would have run out to greet him by now.

Moreover, he noticed that there were no sounds of firewood burning in the kitchen—at around six in the evening, which was approaching, his wife would typically be starting the fire to cook.

A bad feeling crept into his heart.

"Ailan! Weir! Shan Shan!"

Farrelan dropped the bag of bread and rushed into the house, calling out his wife’s and children’s names as he searched through each room. When he burst into the yard, he let out a sigh of relief... His wife and children were all there, with the two kids playing with a new toy—a cloth bear that could crawl around on the ground, and his wife was casually chatting with a man.

At the sight of the man’s profile, Farrelan’s mind gave a small jolt.

It was none other than the former Royal Guard, Divine Sword Meckfah!

"Were you calling me, dear?" Ailan noticed Farrelan and asked, "I’m sorry, go ahead and talk; I’ll go brew some tea for you."

"You’re too polite, madam. Since we will be dining out soon, you should rest instead."

"It’s no trouble at all. How could we not offer a cup of tea when Lord Divine Sword visits our home?" Ailan said with a smile and went back inside.

"Long time no see, Mr. Farrelan," Meckfah nodded at him.

"You kids go inside too, Dad has work to discuss." Farrelan, pretending as if nothing was amiss, pushed his children back into the house before turning to Meckfah, "What are you doing here? The war is over!"

As a member of the Crown Prince’s advisory group, he certainly knew Meckfah. Or rather... there were few in the Royal City who did not know the name of Divine Sword, given his prominence. Even his wife recognized him by face, which was why she had let him into their home. In a way, members of the Royal Guard were his colleagues.

But that was in the past.

Now the Kingdom Army had been replaced by Wilson’s family troops, and the Royal Guards either died or fled; the once universally revered status was long gone.

"Having worked together in the past, I’d like to ask you for a favor," someone said from behind him.

Farrelan spun around and saw another Royal Guard standing at the entrance of the yard. He knew this man; his name was Moses, a knight conferred by the second prince.

It seemed that even if he didn’t go inside to look for someone, they would probably corner him. Farrelan spread his hands and shrugged resignedly, "Gentlemen, do you still think I’m the advisor favored by the Crown Prince? Now there’s a new group of people in the palace. If there’s something you can’t do, I probably can’t either."

"Our situations are different..." Meckfah shook his head, "If I stand before Wilson Longjiu now, it would be either his head or mine that falls. But if you stand before him, the two of you could remain unharmed; that is the difference. I don’t want to beat around the bush. You still run your detective agency, occasionally drink and play with the nobles of the Royal City, and can even come and go from the outer palace’s courtyard. Where is the sign of your decline?"

Farrelan did not respond.

Clearly, there were still people in the Royal City who served the Kingdom Army; even though they were thoroughly defeated, their spies continued to carry out their tasks like spinning tops.

"In this city now, over seventy percent of the nobles and more than sixty percent of the officials are from the era under His Majesty William. The Longjiu Family has not completely overturned Shengxia, so someone like you can still live quite comfortably," Meckfah approached him, placing a hand on his shoulder, "I know everyone will forget the glory of the Laurel, because they are fickle and always prioritize self-interest. But you’re different... The Crown Prince never wronged you, so if there’s an opportunity to repay him, you would certainly do your utmost."

How could I possibly be that kind of person...

Farrelan chuckled bitterly inside.

He did know someone like that, who had always been loyal to himself and his convictions. If he had been the same, then the golden duo of the Royal City wouldn’t have fallen apart.

"Let’s cut to the chase, what do you want me to help with?" Farrelan said after a moment of silence, "If it’s something that would harm me or my family, then I can only refuse. It’s true the Crown Prince was very helpful to my career, but as we both know, the era of the Laurel Family has passed."

"Yes, the future will belong to a new dynasty," the other man surprisingly agreed, "But before that dynasty arrives, the old blood debt will not be written off. Don’t worry, this matter is not a problem for you at all. We’ve noticed that Duke Longjiu will attend a press conference to promote new products, and all you need to do is get us a spot to enter the event."

A press conference?

Farrelan remembered now—there had indeed been such news recently; more precisely, it was an industry conference hosted by Gao Feng Company, claiming it would become an annual event. Moreover, it wasn’t just about promoting their own goods, but any product related to new technology could be showcased there.

Clearly, many nobles and merchants would attend the conference, and getting a spot was not difficult.

However, the issue was, what was the use of a single spot? Sending a Royal Guard in as an assassin? Wilson Longjiu had Grandmaster Level Warriors and many fully armed steel guards around him, approaching him would be as hard as reaching the sky. Besides, attending such an event required formal dress and prohibited carrying any weapons—causing a disturbance at the conference would be no different from suicide.

Farrelan couldn’t understand.

But he knew that if he asked, the other party wouldn’t answer.

"Has Mr. Ryan also come to the Royal Capital?"

If he could get in touch with him, he might be able to learn a few more details.

"He... stayed behind," Meckfah hesitated briefly when mentioning Ryan.

Perhaps staying behind was better. At this point, Farrelan had nothing more to say—refusing was out of the question. They had chosen to show up at his home, not intercept him on the road, which itself spoke to the attitude of the Royal Guards. He might escape alone, but he couldn’t silently disappear with his wife and two children.

"I understand," Farrelan sighed lightly, "I’ll get it for you."