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Association.

Perhaps because of the exhibition.

The usually bustling Association hall had few people in it today as well.

The Clerical Workers were all spacing out, while most of the internal guards had been assigned tasks outside to maintain order.

Shiraque and Shi Yali returned from outside. As soon as they entered the corridor, they saw Vice Deacon Skitt waiting outside the study, pacing back and forth.

Hearing approaching footsteps.

Skitt looked up, saw the two of them, and gave a slight bow. "Deacon, Assistant Shi Yali."

"Did you need something from me?" Shiraque asked.

"There are some matters I'd like to report to you," Skitt immediately said.

Shiraque opened the door. "Come in!"

The three entered the room together.

Shiraque walked to her desk, while Shi Yali went to the side to prepare tea.

"What is it? Sit down and tell me."

Skitt remained standing by the door. He took an exquisite Wooden Box from his Spatial Ring, stepped forward, and placed it on the desk. "Deacon, Magnoro came to see me two days ago under the pretense of paying a visit. He said he wanted to visit the Island Master and asked me some questions about him. This was the gift he gave me at the time."

When Skitt arrived at the Association and learned that Magnoro was dead, a bad feeling rose in his heart.

He went to the morgue and asked the coroner about the exact cause of death. When he heard that Wu Heng had killed him, cold sweat instantly broke out all over him.

Even without analyzing it, he understood what had happened.

The day before, the other party had come to him to inquire about the Island Master, indirectly probing into his identity and asking about ghosts.

How was that preparation for a