The shadow regained human form, slowly walked up to Spencer Wick, and reached into his arms to pull out that document envelope.

The shadow vanished. A few minutes later, Baker arrived at the scene. Montgomery and Greenland were right behind him, all three heavy-hearted, and Baker remained silent for a long time. “The price is too high, the price is too high…” Greenland reached into Spencer Wick’s arms, felt around, then pulled his hand out and shook his head at Baker. Baker turned to check the wounds of the others.

“What happened, sir?” Greenland asked cautiously. Baker let out a deep sigh: “Spencer Wick has already given us the answer…” Baker turned and left a sentence behind: “You bury them, I still need to verify something!” Baker was weighed down with grief. Although there was no test report in Spencer Wick’s arms, Baker was very familiar with their wounds. Carnivores have another ability unknown to outsiders: whoever they eat, they often acquire one or two of that person’s abilities as well—this is the power of blood! Those wounds were from the Chief Justice’s unique ability, “Blade Wing Sword Finger.” He trusted the Chief Justice, so there was only one possibility!

Baker was deeply afraid in his heart, afraid that his suspicion was correct, for then he would lose two close comrades at once! Since becoming a carnivore, he had never felt fear. His whole body was cold, his limbs numb, and he walked mechanically toward that small hill. The basement door opened, and Baker walked inside. Everything was as usual, except the burly blond man was no longer at the door, and Baker’s heart sank. The last door opened; the furnishings inside were unchanged, so quiet, but the chair in front of the table was empty. Baker felt a moment of daze, as if he had returned to the past—every time, the Chief Justice would be sitting in that chair waiting for them, the candlestick on the table casting a faint light. This kind of light did not harm them; on the contrary, it had an effect similar to moonlight. In his trance, the scene before his eyes blurred, then gradually cleared, leaving only the empty table and chairs.

Bernard didn’t know how he left. This time, without the burly blond man to open the door for him, he bumped his head on the door. When he came out, the bruise was already fading, the carnivore’s powerful healing ability showing itself unconsciously. Outside, wind and snow raged, the cold northern wind made his nerves and neck shrink, and he gradually sobered up. Back at his own place, Bernard had calmed down. Greenland watched his mood, not daring to speak. Quietly, he offered a glass of red wine, but today Baker shook his head: “Give me a cup of hot coffee!” Greenland was stunned for a moment, and Montgomery quickly shot him a look. Greenland withdrew, and soon returned with a steaming cup of strong coffee.

Baker warmed himself. In just this one short day, he had felt two sensations he hadn’t experienced in a long time: fear and cold. Feeling that he was finally a bit better, Baker let out a long breath, a white dragon forming in the air before slowly fading away. For a moment, Baker was dazed—eternal life and immortality of the blood clan, in fact, was just like this “white dragon,” vanishing in the blink of an eye! “Go find out where John Bennett is right now, immediately!” Baker said the words almost one by one.

Peter Yates was in a good mood today. All evening, at nine o’clock, just as the moon rose, the old butler Stanley moved him to the window bathed in moonlight. The moonlight was especially cold and clear tonight, and Peter Yates was very pleased with this feeling. In such moonlight, he felt the numbness in his body was slowly receding. Peter Yates hummed contentedly: “Mm, even if it’s just an illusion, it’s still wonderful!” Perhaps only at such times could he display the elegance of the blood clan. However, when he casually lifted his hand, he found he could actually move! Peter Yates could hardly believe it, so he tried again. Although his joints were a bit stiff from long immobility, he was indeed moving!

He remembered that John Bennett had said, “Lock him up for two days.” It seemed the “two days” were up. Peter Yates inexplicably felt a bit of goodwill toward John Bennett! This guy wasn’t really as nasty as he appeared on the surface.

Thinking about how he had been disturbing Lord Patrick lately, and would continue to do so in the future, Peter Yates felt a bit guilty. He decided to go out and thank the lord. Outside, there was no one. Peter Yates roughly knew where the lord’s study was; at this hour, the lord should be in the study. He groped his way forward along the corridor decorated with gorgeous murals. The study wasn’t hard to find; Peter Yates found it quickly. He knocked on the door, but no one answered. He hesitated, wondering whether to go in. Entering the lord’s study without permission was disrespectful, but for some reason, he felt an uncontrollable urge to go in. As a newly made carnivore, he clearly hadn’t learned to act on his instincts yet. Carnivores’ spiritual senses are very strong, and their intuition is often frighteningly accurate.