Gazing once more at the docunts before him, Zaraiah remained silent for a long mont, then suddenly pulled out two of the docunts, stood up, and vanished from the Underworld in a stride.
Ghost Tower.
Ivan had just returned from the Underworld when he sensed a familiar presence entering the Ghost Tower.
Frowning, Ivan gave the nearby wall a small kick,
"It’s supposed to be a headquarters building, yet anyone can co in. What’s the point of having you here?"
His kick was light, but the wall bulged outward, as if expressing a hint of grievance, and then the bulge receded and the wall turned hazy. In the next mont, the entire wall disappeared.
As the wall vanished, Ivan saw Zaraiah standing on the other side.
Ivan sat straight down on a sofa beside and asked,
"Why are you here again?"
Zaraiah seed unaffected by his attitude, approached, and handed him the two docunts,
"I ca to deliver these docunts that I’ve processed for you first."
Previously, Scarlett Jennings had not been wrong in her observations.
Indeed, half of the docunts on Zaraiah’s desk were related to spiritual affairs.
After all, Zaraiah was not unfamiliar with handling Ivan’s work, and was sowhat adept at it.
In the past, Ivan had kept spiritual affairs and the Underworld very separate and wouldn’t ask Zaraiah unless necessary.
Perhaps because Shu’e was once again suppressed back into the Misfortune Cave, easing an obsession of several thousand years, Ivan’s attitude had clearly softened, and Zaraiah’s visits increased.
Ivan looked at the docunts in his hands but didn’t take them. He just snorted lightly,
"You, a dignified Lord Yama, handling such trivial deliveries?"
Besides, if you’re doing errands, making a special trip just to deliver two docunts, isn’t that just trickery?
Zaraiah didn’t get angry. He placed the docunts on the coffee table in front of Ivan, his composure unbroken,
"These are special cases of spiritual affairs applications, and I thought you might be anxious to have soone handle them."
Ivan narrowed his eyes and gave him a deep glance without further comnt, casually picking up one of them.
At the touch of his finger on a special rune on the docunt, the docunt opened, and the contents projected automatically before Ivan’s eyes.
It was an application to adjust the year-end bonus paynts.
Everyone knew that opening the global spiritual network forcefully and helping Samuel Chalrs build the canopy had left spiritual affairs sowhat destitute.
It was normal for those in charge below to want to adjust year-end awards to save costs.
But the problem was, there were still over a month left before the year-end bonus was to be distributed...
In terms of either content or urgency, it hardly qualified as "urgent."
Ivan then looked at Zaraiah, his eyes hauntingly laden with questions, silent yet expressive.
Zaraiah had been Lord Yama for millennia; he certainly wouldn’t feel guilty over such petty matters. He replied, maintaining his composure,
"Employee benefits are important; they concern whether the morale remains stable under these special circumstances."
"Heh..."
Ivan sneered, at least Zaraiah covered it up.
He then clicked open the other docunt.
It was just an ordinary spiritual affairs order application.
And such orders were the least conspicuous in spiritual affairs.
This one made it to the special application list because the applicant was an ordinary person.
Neither a ghost cultivator nor a master, nor a mber of the Demon Clan, just an ordinary person with no spiritual power whatsoever.
Yet sohow, such a person managed to place an order with spiritual affairs.
And the order content was quite peculiar—
This person was requesting spiritual affairs staff to help him kill a man nad Emtt Atkins.
As the docunt opened, the orderer’s and Emtt Atkins’s information also appeared automatically in the void.
The person placing the order was Charlie Atkins, a twelve-year-old boy, a muggle with no inspiration whatsoever.
And the man he wanted help from spiritual affairs to kill was his father, also a muggle.
No evil ghost at work, nor a need for spiritual affairs services.
Such a situation shouldn’t have reached Ivan’s side.
Yet it did.
"Is this taking my spiritual affairs for a dark web post with a hitman request?"
Ivan mused, seemingly intrigued, and casually called up the life information of Charlie Atkins. Zaraiah, watching his actions, only asked,
"You intend to ddle in mortal affairs?"
Requests to kill soone were sothing the Underworld received in the thousands daily, but unless the person beca a ghost, the Underworld wouldn’t care.
Those were the rules.
Though spiritual affairs differed from the Underworld, Ivan, after all, ca from the Underworld and typically wouldn’t bother with such requests.
Yet Ivan cast him a faint glance, his voice indifferent and unhurried,
"I am now a man of the mortal realm."
A single statent, albeit factual, inexplicably drew a line between the two.
Making the gap between them glaringly apparent.
Seeing Zaraiah montarily silent, Ivan suddenly stood, intending to personally handle such a small matter.
"Our spiritual affairs motto: once an order is placed, the mission is accomplished."
No matter the thod employed to place the order, as long as there was an order, spiritual affairs would accept it.
This was the trade Ivan was initially engaged in.
Seeing Ivan with his own plans, Zaraiah said no more, lifting a foot as if intending to follow.
Ivan couldn’t help but turn to him, "Are you really that free?"
Zaraiah replied,
"If you’re going to kill, then bringing back the opponent’s soul is Underworld business."
Hearing this, Ivan’s mouth twitched.
Had he not also been Lord Yama, he might’ve almost believed this trickster’s nonsense.
Soul retrieval indeed belonged to the Underworld, but that was the job of minor ghost ssengers below, since when would it require Lord Yama himself?
Despite the grumbling inside, noticing how clingy Zaraiah was being today, Ivan refrained from chasing him away. He rely cast a disdainful glance at Zaraiah’s Lord Yama attire,
"Are you sure you want to dress like that and co with ?"
Seeing he had allowed it, Zaraiah’s eyes flickered slightly, his gaze landing on Ivan’s exquisite Tang suit.
But before he could act, Ivan narrowed his eyes, his voice slightly dangerous,
"Try copying my clothes, and you’re dead."
So many years, yet still no sense of personal aesthetic.
An Emperor Fate, indeed.
Zaraiah took heed of his warning, didn’t insist, and simply raised his hand, watching as black mist rose at his feet, swirling upward and encasing his entire body.
In a re second, the black mist dissipated, and Zaraiah, originally in dark ancient attire, had transford.
Clad in a black suit, impeccably dressed, elegant and pleasing to the eye.
With that commanding aura exuding danger, he emanated an impressive aura of solemn darkness.
Ivan’s gaze swept over his outfit quickly, eyebrow raising slightly, faintly approving, he beckoned with a finger,
"Follow ."
With those words and a snap of his fingers, a Ghost Gate erged before them in the void.
Watching Ivan step into it, Zaraiah’s eyes softened slightly as he followed, stepping within.
Passing through the Ghost Gate via the Underworld, the mont they stepped in, they were already outside.
With a shift in perspective, they found themselves at Charlie Atkins’s location.
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