Witch's House.
This famous Green Forest City restaurant was renowned for its bizarre, mysterious decor. Heavy curtains blocked out the light, candles burned indoors, and the scent of rosemary drifted through the air.
Aaron sat at the dining table, while the oil painting, "Door," that he had purchased had been placed in the carriage by the coachman.
Across from him, William Mark sat upright, holding a brightly layered cocktail as he continued to speak at length. "Xilin is a pure businessman, but raising the price at the last minute like this is far too unbecoming... I guarantee that his reputation in our circle will take a huge plunge from now on!"
After saying that, a puzzled look appeared on his face again. "Poor Sisyphus, to suddenly fall ill and die during the investigation..."
That may not be the case. For all we know, he mutated and lost control right there in the Investigation Bureau, so they put him down... Aaron silently added, Of course, he might not actually be dead. They may have simply found some excuse to lock him up. Either way, he can forget about getting out anytime soon... It's no different from being dead.
He had heard plenty about the Investigation Bureau's formidable reputation at underground gatherings and knew their usual methods.
"Come, try the Witch Soup Pasta here—the calling card of Green Forest City... Thank Count of Green Forest."
William Mark quickly changed the subject and turned his attention to the lavish meal.
"Actually, I once heard a historian say that Count of Green Forest was a severely underestimated gourmet. For instance, he invented cream pudding, ice cream, Black Forest cake, and all sorts of other delicacies..."
Aaron: "..."
He could testify that he had only invented one method for making pudding, and that had merely