VIP Chapter 534: The Late Mourner
“I killed him… that’s what you all want to hear, isn’t it?”
“Wha… what are you saying? You admit it?”
Will looked with satisfaction at Adam’s astonished expression, and then captured the strange emotion he loved most from the faces of the various guests.
“Well, to add a few details, I ‘tentatively’ killed him—that’s about it.”
Finally…
He looked at the three people standing at the back.
Liya shrugged helplessly, Iaar seemed quite happy, and Treya tilted her head—she was wearing a black veil to conceal her identity as much as possible, so her face couldn’t be seen.
“Is this your declaration of guilt?”
“Oh, that’s why I said tentatively. Because he made the first move against me, and then, by accident, he ended up here. You could call it self-defense?”
The atmosphere of the funeral, which was very “heavy” in the drizzling rain, was further “diffused” by Will’s words.
“Then by what right… by what right do you say you are the ‘family head’ he recognized?”
If everyone here hadn’t had their weapons confiscated before entering, someone might have already started a fight.
Will was very pleased with this scene.
After all, before Carver died, he didn’t expect him to actually hold a “funeral”—the minimum requirement was only to set the funeral music.
He wasn’t even truly “dead”; perhaps in the fourteenth iteration, he had already received this pair of glasses from the Hysterm Family.
So…
They might as well go with Will’s mood.
The entire funeral should be made to look less like a mourning event, without that “heavy” atmosphere.
Besides, very few of the people who came here would mourn that scumbag who was “numb to everything” lying in the transparent coffin.
Perhaps if Carver saw Will speak like this, he would even burst out laughing.
“I killed Carver, and that doesn’t contradict his yielding the family headship to me, does it?”
Will spread his hands.
“What do you mean? Are you trying to say that someone like Father invited you to a ‘duel’ and the winner would become the family head?”
Will listened to Adam’s description of this “assumption.”
He just felt…
It was brilliant.
Why hadn’t he thought of such an excuse before?
“That’s an interesting idea, yes, yes, that’s it—let’s just think of it that way.”
After saying this,
Will realized that he seemed to have heard this kind of answer from Carver’s mouth often. And every time he heard it, it made his blood pressure soar.
Now he understood why Carver’s guesses about him and others always sounded like “Ah, right, right, right, you think so.”
Because for someone who “knew the truth,” it was difficult to even fabricate a suitable reason—but when you hear the most perfect and convincing reason you wanted to fabricate coming from someone else…
You would probably be very happy that they found a reason themselves, a perfect reason that they couldn’t even come up with, convincing themselves, and congratulations.
“You’re toying with us. Since you’ve already admitted to being a murderer…”
“I haven’t admitted it. Didn’t I say ‘tentatively’? Of course, if you want to prove it, to find the evidence behind it, you can go to that royal banquet to find ‘evidence.’ But it’s a pity, these are matters of royal secrecy.”
Will’s eyes turned to Treya, who was standing at the back.
She was wearing a white gauze dress, and just looking at the dress, she seemed like a girl from next door.
However, her black veil was actually imprinted with a chipped rose of the Entak Royal Family.
She had actually come to the funeral under the guise of “not revealing her identity” but “everyone knowing who she was.”
“It’s just… I can’t guarantee that after knowing this ‘secret,’ you all will still be able to keep your heads securely on your necks.”
“…”
The silence in the hall became heavier.
Will’s words were a show of force.
In fact, everyone knew now…
What kind of relationship he had with the royal family, or rather, with Treya.
In the dungeon, he had ties that even the most free “witch” couldn’t break free from.
And beside him, he had arguably the most outstanding “bodyguards.”
If it came to qualifications for the position of “President of the Adventurer’s Guild,” it would be difficult to find anyone more suitable than Will.
“Oh, right. To prove that I was indeed acknowledged as the ‘family head’ by Carver… there’s a very obvious piece of evidence.”
Will sighed and took out an old pocket watch from his pocket.
However, this pocket watch was not only made of pure gold but also adorned with many “diamonds,” making it quite expensive.
“I know the password to Carver’s office safe at the Adventurer’s Guild.”
“!? ”
The people below showed expressions of astonishment.
Carver had of course never revealed the password to his safe. His safe was more like a personal secret that a “President of the Adventurer’s Guild” would have.
Few people cared whether the contents were dungeon exploration guides or priceless jewels; he just needed a “secret” in his locked office that symbolized his status.
Of course…
Will had not been told the password to the office safe by “Carver”; this password was…
It was stolen from Carver’s memories.
After Carver’s death, a large portion of his memories directly filled a certain layer of Zeroth Heaven, and Treya had preserved these memories, which Will considered to be “hiding the secrets to passing the level.”
Then, from the vast amount of memories he hadn’t fully seen before, he saw the password to the safe.
Will sighed and opened the pocket watch in his hand.
For this world, cameras were things excavated from the “dungeon” only in recent years, so what was inside the pocket watch wasn’t a “photo.”
It was a small note written by Mits to Carver.
It seemed to be something Carver had given her when he didn’t come to class one day.
Written in childish handwriting, it said, “Come tomorrow, I’ll be waiting for you.”
“Now, his glasses are in my hand, and the contents of his safe are also in my hand. You should understand now, right? The family headship… was indeed given to me personally by him.”
“Tch.”
Adam, who had already stood up among the crowd, becoming a “tree standing independently from the forest,” glared fiercely at Will.
He then looked back at Treya, standing at the back.
Repeatedly shifting his gaze, he ultimately chose not to sit down and admit defeat but to acknowledge Will’s victory by directly “escaping.”
“Then we’ll see.”
He turned his head and walked out of the funeral site at a speed that his servant, holding an umbrella, couldn’t catch up to.
“The Hysterm Family’s relationship isn’t as rigid as the Entak’s. Elder Brother, your business can still continue, we can complement each other…”
Will said these final conciliatory words with a hearty laugh.
Of course, the other party didn’t seem to intend to listen to his words and just turned and left.
If that was the case, perhaps this funeral would end here.
With just one successful “debate,” the guests below also obediently shut up.
“Alright… honestly, I don’t hate Carver as much as I seem to, rather…”
Will sighed.
“After this spar with him, it did make up for the nineteen years where I never saw the side of him that a ‘father’ should have. But… that’s all.”
He crumpled the folded eulogy in his hand into a ball again.
“My eulogy ends here. Mr. Carver wanted ‘The Ballad of the Nameless Hero’ as the funeral music, now let the orchestra play it.”
However, just as Will finished speaking, he felt something was slightly off.
Because as he vaguely looked at the crowd below, he saw…
The continuous drizzle that was falling seemed to, at some moment, carry a trace of red, as if some “blood” had been mixed in.
“?! ”
“Mr. Will, that’s not good. There’s still a friend of Mr. Carver’s who came to mourn, are you going to turn her away just because she’s a little late due to the long journey?”
Will remembered…
Because she had indeed been delayed, Will had directly overlooked the person Carver had reminded him about—
Daisianwei.
