"Princess, this is bad!!!" Morris shouted in a panic.
He materialized slowly in Ivyst’s room, transitioning from shadow to substance.
Seeing her subordinate burst into the study without knocking annoyed Ivyst, yet she didn’t set down her teacup, "What happened?"
"Lynn... Lynn is now in the cellar, and he’s about to release that thing!"
"What thing?" Ivyst frowned.
At the sa ti, Aphia, who had been napping on the desk, also opened her sleepy eyes.
"It’s the greed magic box." Morris swallowed nervously, "Lynn has discovered so patterns of the box, and it seems like he’s about to do sothing."
In truth, he didn’t fully grasp the real aning of that statent.
But seeing how even the intelligent Lady Milani showed a profoundly concerned expression made him sowhat anxious.
Upon hearing this, Ivyst involuntarily put down her teacup, standing up with a chilly deanor, a formless authority enveloping the entire study, "Who allowed you to bring him there? Is he alright?!"
Lynn was the only successful subject of hypnosis experints, her most valued subordinate at the mont, and perhaps even the next head of the Bartleion family.
From any perspective, he couldn’t die over such a trivial matter.
Ivyst could have never imagined that Rhein would be daring enough to take him to the greed magic box.
After all, the mansion had lost over a hundred prisoners just testing the properties of such an item!
A slight misstep could lead to the box ceaselessly demanding paynt until nothing but bones remained!
Seeing this, Morris’s face turned white, and he forced a smile, "He’s fine."
Rather, that guy seed to thrive in the cellar, which made people genuinely believe this kid was gifted.
Instead of worrying about Lynn, it might be more prudent to worry about Rhein.
Although Morris thought Rhein had brought it upon himself.
"Princess, I’m afraid you’ll need to handle this."
Morris suggested, though it was tough to do so.
Upon hearing this, Ivyst closed her eyes, seemingly pondering sothing.
Monts later, her displeasure suddenly vanished, and she appeared as if nothing had happened, seating herself back in the chair.
"You don’t need to bother with this matter, let that fellow do what he wants."
"However..." she added, "remind him that if I’m indulging him this ti, he should succeed in that task all the more, as a way to repay this Imperial Princess."
"Yes!"
Morris accepted the order.
He felt a twinge of anxiety for Rhein.
Could her words an that even if Lynn were to kill the heir of the Augusta family in the cellar, the Princess would still forgive him this once?
Good heavens, that’s definitely...
For a mont, Morris was filled with astonishnt.
After Morris left, Ivyst let out a soft sigh.
She massaged her temples, trying to alleviate the boredom and annoyance that ca with reviewing docunts, murmuring to herself, "Such a worriso fellow."
"Princess, aren’t you afraid that he might actually do sothing irreversible?"
Aphia blinked curiously, having been awoken by the commotion.
Hearing this, Ivyst’s face remained calm, "Don’t worry, he’s smart and won’t choose to cause trouble at such a ti."
It was precisely because she knew this that she had said she would indulge him.
To Ivyst, it was an unspoken tacit agreent, trusting that Lynn could differentiate importance.
Regaining her composure and seeing Aphia’s eyes darting around excitedly, Ivyst understood what she was thinking.
Hakimis were inherently restless and curious about everything.
Simply put, Aphia wanted to join the commotion.
Ivyst picked up her pen again to continue her previous work, casually instructing, "Go then, keep an eye on him for ."
Hearing this, Aphia nodded repeatedly, then scampered away.
...
"You’re here?"
In the holding cell, Lynn, who sat leisurely with his legs crossed on the chair, greeted the breathless, blond-haired man at the door with a slight smile.
At this mont, he was enjoying a puppet’s leg massage while crumpling the note in his hand and tossing it back and forth.
From ti to ti, he even made a three-point shot gesture, as if ready to throw the crumpled paper into a wooden box at any ti.
Watching the boy in the containnt room, Rhein was seething with anger.
"You... what do you want?"
He looked at Lynn warily.
The reason for his battle-ready stance was entirely because of the words written on that piece of paper.
"Give a gold coin, and you’ll get a promise: Rhein Augusta will set you free."
The sentence was easy to understand.
Once the deal was concluded, Rhein Augusta would be obligated to follow the note’s content and release the being sealed by the box.
If he violated the trade rules, he would face the punishnt of death.
But if he released the unknown and terrible being from inside the box, not only the Princess but also his father would never forgive him.
Therefore, at this mont, Rhein faced a checkmate situation.
Of course, all this was predicated on the assumption that Lynn would throw the note into the wooden box and complete the transaction.
Upon hearing this, Lynn smiled and said, "That’s not quite right, is it? How could you say it’s what I want?"
"You brought here, you were the one who looked on indifferently at the prospect of my death, and even now, I can feel the hidden anger in your heart."
"So, it’s not about what I want, but what you want."
Watching the unperturbed Lynn, Rhein clenched his teeth and suppressed his irritation, "You seem pretty confident in your power over ?"
"Don’t think you can figure out all the rules of the greed magic box within just tens of minutes. To my knowledge, the trade written on the note must be completed by myself in person."
"If you really want to throw the note in there, the greed magic box will recognize only you as the party to the promise."
"And in the end, you will be the only one who pays the price."
Despite his words, Rhein still dared not gamble.
After all, one’s life can only be lived once.
Moreover, regarding the mysterious and unpredictable greed magic box, he admitted to not fully understanding all of its rules.
What if it really ca true?
He looked at Lynn, hoping his words would be heeded.
But to his surprise, a hint of scorn flashed across Lynn’s eyes, "You keep denying you’re an idiot."
"Do you really think I’d openly present this note without being absolutely certain I could kill you?"
Rhein was stunned, "What are you saying...?"
"It’s true that the trade has to be made by the person themselves, and that part is correct," Lynn said with a sneer, "So why not let ’the person’ do it?"
"The details, I can’t be bothered to explain, and you are not worthy of hearing them."
Suddenly, Lynn frowned and glanced at the doll beside him.
Seeing this, it put on a fawning smile, massaging harder, only praying this disaster would not turn its attention towards itself.
The logic was actually quite simple.
In a previous attempt, Lynn had written, "Give a gold coin, I will give you a drop of my blood."
Unlike the previous phrase, he changed "Lynn Bartleion’s blood" to "my blood."
At the sa ti, Lynn activated his Lie Swallowing ability and told himself a lie.
The lie was: I am Rhein Augusta, the eldest son of Baron Augusta, the future heir to the manor.
And then, sothing interesting happened.
The content on the note hesitated for a long while, and then it reset.
Lynn surmised that it was probably because the subject of the trade had changed, causing the greed magic box to crash.
After all, it desired Lynn’s blood, but suddenly the one writing beca another person, necessitating a reboot of the cycle.
This showed that, although the magic box could know the identity of the trader, it was only through reading their consciousness.
As long as Lynn "believed" he was soone else, that would allow him to complete the trade in place of another person.
And this was the biggest loophole Lynn found about the greed magic box.
And as far as he could tell, he seed to be the only one able to exploit this loophole.
Sensing Lynn’s aura, Rhein was already sweating profusely.
Although he did not know where Lynn’s confidence ca from, it was likely not unfounded.
Seeing his condition, Lynn couldn’t help but laugh, "Don’t be so nervous, after all, considering our colleagueship and for the sake of Her Highness, I really can’t kill you."
"But while the death penalty may be pardoned, punishnt cannot be escaped."
"Rhein, oh Rhein, you ca to on your own initiative, so how should I punish you?"
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