Two hours later.
A carriage arrived near the Fire Dragon Bar. The bar had already been cordoned off, and police officers were moving around inside.
The fire had naturally been extinguished, but the bar had been reduced to an empty shell. After all, the strong liquor inside had been the perfect fuel.
It had made the fire burn even hotter and fiercer.
The carriage stopped across the street. Everyone's attention was on the ruined bar, and no one noticed the carriage.
Inside, the Reaper Jerry Collins looked through the carriage window at the crowd surrounding the Fire Dragon Bar.
Beside him sat the Pyromaniac Arnold Nielsen, the man who had drawn away Mr. William's pursuers that day.
Arnold said quietly, "Reid said something strange when he died."
"Give my regards to the Iron and Blood Cross Order-and to Mr. Don Quixote!"
"Give my regards to the Iron and Blood Cross Order-and to Mr. Don Quixote?" Jerry repeated, his brows drawing together.
"I think I've heard of Don Quixote somewhere."
"In Backlund, at the beginning of the war, sir," Arnold reminded him.
"Some strange reports came out of Backlund at the time."
"They included reports of large numbers of Pyromaniacs secretly infiltrating Backlund."
"And that these Pyromaniacs were led by Mr. Dean Wengris."
"There was also an Angel calling herself Don Quixote who was commanding Mr. Dean and directing those Pyromaniacs."
"They seemed to have had dealings with the Demoness Sect as well. More importantly, though, there were reports that this Don Quixote was one of us."
Realization dawned on Jerry Collins's face. "I remember now. His Excellency Dean was furious about that at the time."
"Because he wasn't in Backlund at all. He was operating alongside His Excellency Tony Dawn."
"His Excellency Tony also vouched for him, confirming that His