Lynn had indeed been bored stiff these past few days.
Every few days, the Academy sent someone to question him. It was always the same matters, over and over again: Marfa and the Eggs of Chaos.
Lynn cooperated every time, answering whatever he was asked with an open, straightforward attitude.
He truly had nothing to hide.
Killing Marfa had been self-defense, and the Memory Stone was irrefutable proof.
After several rounds of questioning, the Academy had failed to find any flaw in his answers, even with their most probing questions.
Eventually, even the interrogators who came to question him began treating him with noticeably more courtesy.
Lynn wanted to go out, but the confinement order was still in effect, so he could only limit himself to the Academy grounds.
Ghost Market became the perfect place for him to pass the time.
Before heading out today, he had checked his asset list. He had enough Magic Stones and Contribution Points, but since he was still at the Academy, he ought to get any businesses he could take over properly sorted out.
Marfa was dead, but the shops she had left behind remained.
The two she directly controlled were Marfa's Dreamweaving Gallery and Marfa's Soul Pawnshop.
Both were located in the heart of Ghost Market.
The two shops occupied prime locations and had stable clientele. Even their visible revenue was considerable.
There were also several smaller shops she controlled indirectly through her underlings, and together they brought in a substantial profit every year.
To Lynn, that was no small income. It was far easier than working himself to the bone answering other people's questions.
News of Marfa's death had long spread through the market. After all, there had been quite a few witnesses in the teleportation zone.
As Lynn walked along, he