After leaving the top floor of Lloyd's headquarters by elevator, Iver did not leave Lloyd's directly. Instead, he went to the seventeenth floor.
That was where Lawyer York's office was located.
Although he had been dead for some time, the office had not been transferred by Lloyd's immediately.
On one hand, more than half of Lloyd's upper management had already been arrested and imprisoned, while those who remained did not dare make any major moves. On the other hand, the Inspectorate had used a Law Spell to place a sealing order here.
Iver removed the seal without hesitation. The crow on his shoulder flew down and pecked at the lock. The office door opened on its own, and they walked straight inside.
The room, which had not been opened for a long time, was filled with the dusty air of antiquity.
The furnishings were almost exactly the same as before.
Only the green plants that Lawyer York had cared for so well had mostly withered away. The beautiful green parrot in the cage had long since died. Its body, starved to death, had not rotted or begun to stink, but had instead dried up and shriveled. The tank was full of dead goldfish, and the water had turned murky.
Only the group photographs hanging on the wall remained exactly as they had been.
Lawyer York's proud, ambitious years had been frozen in those photographs. Even though he had been dead for days and his reputation lay in ruins, he was still smiling so brilliantly and happily in the pictures.
"Ha..."
Iver looked up at the photographs and suddenly laughed softly, as if mocking something.
The crow on his shoulder silently vanished like a shadow.
She transformed into her Night Demon form and placed one hand on the chair behind the