Two days later, beside a river of lava in the underground space, all the Sainer Family's experts had gathered there. Not a single person spoke. The air was oppressive to the extreme, as if frozen solid.
A tall man with slightly graying hair, clad in dark golden armor, stood beside the lava river. He stared at the head by the riverbank, its blood long since drained, and said nothing for a long while.
It was precisely because this man said nothing that everyone felt a surge of fear.
The man also had a cruel, sinister-looking hooked nose, identical to the nose on the head lying on the ground. The only difference was that one head was still alive, while the other was dead. Before dying, the dead one seemed to have worn a trace of shock on his face, his mouth slightly open as if he had wanted to say something.
"Can anyone tell me what happened?" The man turned around and looked calmly at the members of the Sainer Family. "Your heads are all still on your own necks, so why is Cambo's head here?"
Everyone sensed a chill in the man's words. Ruben and the others could not help looking toward Scala. Just yesterday, they had still been filled with jealousy and envy over Scala's position as acting corps commander. But in the blink of an eye, they were now secretly taking pleasure in his misfortune, while some quietly breathed a sigh of relief—fortunately, they were not the ones sitting in that position.
With a grave expression, Scala stepped out from the crowd. "Cambo was murdered. The crime took place inside Cambo's tent. We only discovered his death yesterday, and then found Cambo's head here. I thought Father had both the right and the desire to see what