Cyril took several deep breaths in succession before finally suppressing the surging urge to kill every follower harboring ill intent.
He lowered his head and glanced at the Peacemaker in its holster, then sighed helplessly:
"This isn't an aversion to conflict at all. This is clearly a passion for battle, wanting to kill everyone with malicious intent, whether that malice is aimed at oneself or someone else."
"Still, it's true that conflicts always break out around this gun. I need to make a special holster specifically for it, otherwise I'll never be able to leave the house peacefully again."
After sighing, he picked up the grayish-black shadow from the ground and swiftly passed through a wall, leaving the street.
This place was merely secluded, not completely deserted. The commotion just now had not been small, and an official Beyonder team would arrive soon.
After crossing two streets with the Apprentice's ability, he found another carriage.
After returning to the South Bridge District, he cautiously changed carriages twice more. He got off two streets away from home and walked the rest of the way back.
At the front door, he happened to run into Haven, who was preparing to head out. Haven eyed him suspiciously from head to toe several times.
"What were you sneaking off to do again? You even specifically disguised yourself, though this disguise doesn't look particularly skillful."
"..."
After two seconds of silence, Cyril took out a stack of ten-pound notes from his pocket and handed them over.
"I attended a gathering between Beyonders. This is the money I borrowed from you before."
"By the way, does your laboratory still need investment?"
"I thought you'd forgotten that you owed me money." Haven reached out, accepted the stack of notes without counting them, and shoved them straight into