Central Cemetery, the grave of Aiwena Aige Zelgang.
The note contained the following words.
"Central Cemetery?"
Qin Ran pursed his lips as something occurred to him.
This harvest seemed to be even greater than he had imagined.
"Is that your destination as well?"
Murmuring to himself, Qin Ran walked out of the building.
At the bottom of the steps outside, Will stood beside a man wearing a Special Affairs Office uniform. When he saw Qin Ran emerge, the man hurried over.
"Lord D, this is from the higher-ups."
"If you have any instructions, please be sure to let me know."
After handing Qin Ran a briefcase, the man spoke in an almost fawning tone.
"Mm."
Qin Ran accepted the briefcase noncommittally.
Then?
Without even sparing the man a glance, he walked toward the car they had arrived in.
From beginning to end, Qin Ran had never needed so-called helpers.
Because he knew very clearly that these people were unreliable.
Watching Qin Ran's retreating back, the man's expression changed several times.
However, he did not fly into a rage from humiliation.
The very next second, an enthusiastic smile appeared on his face. He quickly took two steps forward, came to the car, and continued through the window, "Lord D, take care."
Then, when he straightened and looked at Will, his face turned stern.
"Will, from now on, you are to remain at Lord D's side twenty-four hours a day and handle all his affairs. If there's anything you can't handle, remember to inform me!"
"Do you understand?"
Faced with those imperious words, Will did not even look at the man and simply headed for the driver's seat.
The old advisor knew far too well what sort of person this fellow was.
There was no need whatsoever to pay attention to someone