Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
Loser System and Berserker Me
I, The Dragon Overlord
Horror Game Designer
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
I, The Dragon Overlord
Chapter 670 - Descend, O Crawling Chaos
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 76: Split
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 27: The Cruel Truth
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 601: There's Nothing Easy in Life, so Everything Is Difficult
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 305: Do Not Open
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 227: Conscience
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1138- Time is of the essence
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 315 - My Turn To Lay Waste To A City
I, The Dragon Overlord
Chapter 668 - The Angel Exterminates Demons
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3819: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Strength
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 600: The Son Doesn't Know the Father
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 304: Test
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 226: Deal
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1137- Doesn't matter if you agree
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 929: Hidden Estate
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1136- Give them 10%
I, The Dragon Overlord
Chapter 667 - Angel Descends by Our Side
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 26: The Demon King Domain’s Little Provision Store Opens!
The wooden carving of a newborn baby, no bigger than a palm, lay quietly in the small wooden box.
Dark, tainted, and insidious; murderous malice emanated from the wooden carving, pervading the entire house.
Yang Qiu and Inspector Lowell sat across from each other at the coffee table, both silently observing the wooden carving sculpture in the box.
They could feel the overwhelming murderous intent seeping out from the carving and were now hearing an increasingly dense chorus of infant laughter.
The laughter, persisting for over five minutes, grew more frantic, eventually turning into hysterical screams.
Inspector Lowell sighed softly, breaking the silence. "Such delicate and tender lines, indeed the style of Lady Marion. It's truly sad… The greatest sculptor of 800 to 900 years of the new calendar didn't find peace in death."
Wilhem J. Bancroft, the former Norsk owner of the carving, a young man who lived barely past 30, might not have any special sentiment toward Lady Marion, the creator of many of his pieces. After all, she had passed away more than two hundred years before his birth.
But for Lowell… Lady Marion was a contemporary. Two hundred years ago, when Lowell was in his prime, it was the time when Lady Marion, the celebrated Norsk woodcarver, rose to fame.
When her obituary was published in the newspapers, Lowell had deeply mourned her passing, even though he had never met her before in person.
This strong sentiment was tied to Lowell's status as a member of the faith. Lady Marion had been invited by the Church of Prosperity to visit the Duchy of Shiga and had created a goddess bas-relief sculpture for the church, which was regarded as a miraculous piece.
Yang Qiu, unlike Lowell, didn't harbor such complex emotions. He nodded, then shook his head, commenting, "At least one mystery is solved. This brave lady did not die by a cowardly suicide."
Lowell nodded slowly in agreement.
One who committed suicide would have a strong tendency toward self-destruction, but the intense obsession left in this f
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