Who Took the Contained Objects

On an island somewhere in the Mediterranean Sea.

Lan Mu reappeared before Adonis and the others. Less than ten minutes had passed since he left.

"Why are you so buff now?"

When Lan Mu returned, he was still in his Great Shaman form.

Though his muscles were powerful and his build imposing, he was still recognizable from his features.

Lan Mu transformed back into Kong Xuan, looking refined and delicate once more.

"Wow, so that was your true appearance, Muscle Man?" Enoch said with a laugh.

Lan Mu smiled without explaining, letting them assume that his muscles had merely swollen earlier.

However, Adonis had clearly seen through it. Since Lan Mu did not explain, Adonis said nothing either.

Noticing Adonis's look, Lan Mu thought that he should find a chance to speak with him alone.

"I went to Buckingham Palace and brought back the diary... oh, and a dog," Lan Mu said casually.

Enoch and the others were utterly shocked. They had just mentioned the Prophetic Diary, and Lan Mu had gone and retrieved it. He had even brought back Queen Victoria's beloved dog along the way. It looked absurdly easy—simply unbelievable.

Less than ten minutes from start to finish. Had he treated Buckingham Palace like his own backyard?

"That really does seem to be Queen Victoria's dog. It's a Royal Dog favored by the British royal family." Someone knowledgeable recognized Little Wang's breed.

Lan Mu smiled. "I went in a hurry this time. I mainly wanted to see Queen Victoria, so I didn't bring much back. Give me a list next time, and I'll make another trip to Buckingham Palace to pick up the goods."

"Pick up the goods? You're going again? That's Buckingham Palace! Are you a god? Just how strong are you?"

"Adonis, is this really the