955: Chapter 487: Yin Soul Workshop_1 955: Chapter 487: Yin Soul Workshop_1 The recently renovated mansion of the Marvin Family oozed an aura of sudden wealth.
The Lord strolled in regally, yet the dozens of people who served the Marvin Family acted as if they didn’t notice him at all.
He examined the mansion without any obstruction but didn’t find anything unusual.
The Marvin Family ho seed entirely respectable.
The entire mansion contained no secret rooms, not even a cellar.
However, when the Lord stepped outside, he felt compelled to look back.
There must be so secret hidden within this house!
What kind of grand hidden secrets could exist in such a small County Town?
But the Lord simply couldn’t shake off his doubt.
So he called on his trusted aide in the distant Summit tropolitan Office, who used the Breaking Void Divine Ability to send him an item.
The item was a small gourd.
The Lord held up this gourd in the air above the Marvin Family mansion.
The gourd emanated a green spirit light invisible to the uninitiated.
It drifted to the forehead of the Lord and manifested into a Thousand Doors Eye.
He cast a glance below using the Thousand Doors Eye, but everyone in the Marvin Family mansion was clean, and there was nothing abnormal in the mansion’s vacuum.
Just at this mont, a few people filed in through the main entrance, surrounding a man in his early twenties.
The servants greeted the man with smiles: “Mr.
Malvin has returned.”
The Marvin Family dealt in porcelain.
For generations, they had been producing ordinary, coarse porcelain dishes that were sold locally.
They were affordable and just about kept the family afloat.
Then ca an inheritor called “Malcolm”.
He had five sons who made life even harder.
But a few years ago, his youngest son ca of age and seemingly learned advanced kiln techniques from nowhere.
As a result, the Marvin Family’s porcelain beca exquisite, rivaling the fad “Porcelain Towns” of the Wood Dynasty.
Because their prices were much more affordable, the Marvin family business flourished.
Malcolm’s youngest son took over the family business in full, even though the family had not yet divided their inheritance.
He held absolute authority over any decisions at ho.
The servants no longer addressed him as “Young Master”, but rather as “Mr.
Malvin”.
However, specifically this “Mr.
Malvin”, under the Thousand Doors Eye, had chaotic and crazy dark forces coiling around him.
It looked like countless black poisonous snakes were twisting around Mr.
Malvin’s body, their heads constantly striking outward.
The Lord muttered to himself, “So that’s how it is.”
He chose not to startle any potential culprits.
Further inspection revealed no signs of cultivation on Mr.
Malvin, who appeared to be an ordinary person.
But the Lord discretely relayed this information to Sophia, reassuring her that he was investigating the murderer.
However, Sophia quickly ca over, saying in frustration: “How could I possibly wait?”
The Lord sighed and shook his head, setting so ground rules: “There might be more to this.
We need to get to the bottom of it.
You can’t act rashly, and you must follow my lead on this!”
“Fine,” Sophia agreed readily.
After a night’s rest at ho, Mr.
Malvin was out the door before dawn hit, showing remarkable diligence.
He took four of his retainers to a village by the river on the outskirts of town.
The entire village’s land had been bought by the Marvin Family, and it was ho to their ceramic kiln.
But the village was heavily guarded.
Even Mr.
Malvin’s four retainers were not allowed in, and only Mr.
Malvin himself went in.
The village was encircled by a fence as tall as two n.
The guards that stopped his retainers could only move about the outside this enclosure.
In the fence was a small door.
Mr.
Malvin knocked on it, and a gruff voice from inside asked, “Who is it?”
“It’s .”
There was a sound of a latch being lifted, then a small peephole appeared in the door.
A darkness from within stared out at Mr.
Malvin before the door was pulled ajar just enough for one person to squeeze in, “Co in.”
Mr.
Malvin walked into a dark hut; for so reason, no light could penetrate it.
Out of the darkness, a strange hand passed over an object which Mr.
Malvin took and hung around his neck, then he crossed the room and entered the heart of the village.
The item hanging around his neck was a strange silver coin, emitting a gentle silver light that enveloped Mr.
Malvin completely.
As he entered the heart of the village, he ca face-to-face with a patrol team all in armor holding weapons.
The style of their armor was peculiar, different from anything common in the Wood Dynasty.
As they passed by Mr.
Malvin, these fellows loudly pulled up their face shields as if to examine him.
However, there was nothing behind the face shields.
The patrol team consisted of nothing more than empty suits of armor.
Mr.
Malvin remained unperturbed as this occurrence was part of his daily routine.
Protected by the silver coin, he was safe from the armored patrols.
At the heart of the village, there were three kilns arranged in shape resembling the Chinese character “品”, with workshops interspersed in between.
He walked into one of the larger workshops where more than twenty stations sat.
A number of artifact embryos, already ford, were undergoing the “depicting” process where beautiful designs were drawn onto them.
However, what was eerie was that each station was empty, but the paint brushes were suspended in the air, skillfully picking up colors and leaving various designs on the artifact embryos!
The only one in the empty workshop was a supervisor, who had a fire whip in his hands.
His eyes swept ominously across the entire workshop.
Upon entering, Mr.
Malvin asked him, “Jackson King, is that old woman we just got a few days ago behaving?”
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