More than ten minutes later.
Richard arrived before the door to the secret chamber where Arun Pombo lived, accompanied by the young lady Annie and the Old Servant Feiqi.
Stopping before the door, Richard pointed at it and said to Annie, "Open it."
"Open it? I don't know how to open this door." Annie looked utterly sincere.
"Are you sure?"
"Mm." Annie nodded.
"Very well." Richard looked at the Old Servant again. "Then perhaps I'll have to trouble you."
"Me, open the door?" The Old Servant looked somewhat surprised as he sought confirmation.
"Yes," Richard answered.
"This..." The Old Servant hesitated. His eyes flickered as he looked at Richard. "Sir, I would very much like to help you, but I am merely a lowly servant. I do not possess the key to open this door."
"Isn't what opens this door your hand—or rather, the blood flowing through your body? What need is there for a key?" Richard said.
Hearing Richard's words, the Old Servant froze. Clearly, he had never expected Richard to know even such a secret matter, as though he had personally watched him open the door before.
He opened his mouth, unable to make up his mind, then turned to Annie for instructions.
Annie looked at Richard with an incomparably complicated expression. She already understood that her strategy of playing dumb had completely failed. Richard knew too much, so whether she cooperated or not, he could open the door before them.
The only difference was that if she cooperated, it would save some trouble.
"Whew... haa..."
Annie took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled. Her gaze hardened as she looked at Richard. "Fine, stop making things difficult for Feiqi. Don't you want to open this door? Then I'll help you open it. But I hope you are prepared