Chapter 575: Chapter 472, Got the Letter Chapter 575: Chapter 472, Got the Letter “`
Ending up in such a plight, the biggest reason was that “Kai Xiu” had underestimated the other party.

He simply thought the other party was an ordinary Vice-executive of low level.

As long as he found an appropriate opportunity, he could easily crush the other party.

But it turned out that the person capable of killing Island Master “Occam” could not be so simple.

Even if not high in level, they possessed other strengths.

The whole incident was not difficult to deduce.

This Vice-executive, noticing Kai Xiu tracking and seeking an opportunity, had arranged this sea voyage in advance.

Even if they had started the battle on the island, they would not have lost so embarrassingly.

“Fist Masters really do have muscles for brains.”

The woman cursed again.

Sitting on a rock to continue resting, her face also darkened.

Kai Xiu’s death was his own doing.

But after returning, how should she explain this incident?

In both battles, she had survived and escaped, while all the level 18 professionals she was cooperating with died on the island.

Even though she knew what had happened.

It would be difficult to convince others to believe it.

Now it depended on what she said, and she also needed to avoid being sent to Gold and Silver Island next time.

Thinking this, she still glanced in the direction of Gold and Silver Island.

“This little island must be cursed for level 18s!”

Each person who went up there died, and she had almost died there herself.

She rested on the rock for a while.

In the distance, the outline of a cargo ship slowly emerged.

The woman’s eyes lit up, and she exhaled softly as a shark formed of gray mist materialized in front of her.

Carrying her, it quickly approached the direction of the cargo ship.

…

Lundham City.

The City Lord’s luxuriously decorated bedroom.

The sleeping Wen Mansha woke up from her dreams, gathered her fiery red hair, and sat up in bed.

Having just sat up, her peripheral vision caught sight of an envelope placed by the pillow.

Her gaze sharpened, and she cautiously scanned the room.

After confirming there were no enemies and no danger, she frowned and reached for the letter.

She looked it over, ensuring it was an ordinary letter.

Wen Mansha frowned, pondering; she did not recall leaving such an unopened letter at her bedside.

And for someone else to deliver the letter here meant they had the capability to kill her at that time.

After hesitating for a moment, she still decided to open the envelope and pour out the letter.

When the letter unfolded, the bright red handwriting was somewhat glaring.

‘Dear sister-in-law:
I am delighted to have received a letter from my most adorable and beautiful maid. It’s been months since we last met, and I miss you too.

The world outside is vast and colorful, yet still does not impart the warmth and joy I felt when you were around.

Thinking back on how we met, it seems like a dream, entering each other’s lives.

To this day, I still remember the little wild cat begging to be spanked, and our passionate encounters in the alleyway.

We really were quite crazy back then.

I’m well here, and continuously improving myself; you need not worry.

I’ve heard that the political situation in the Yeko Kingdom is quite tense. Being closer to it, you must be prepared. If any danger arises, or conflict is likely, abandon the city and seek protection from the Association. I will come to fetch you, and your safety takes precedence above all.

As for the tax revenue, use it for the development plan; don’t save any for me, you can manage it as you see fit.

In a while, I will come back to see you.

I have seafood here, and beautiful, delicate accessories, which I will bring back for you.

–Your loving master.’
As she read, a smile appeared at the corners of Wen Mansha’s mouth.

There was no signature, and no names or titles mentioned inside, but she knew from the content of the letter who it was from.

It was probably the first time this method of delivering a letter was used, uncertain if it would succeed, hence no name or title was written.

“Stop it, you didn’t call me ‘sister-in-law’ at that time.”

And seeing the little wild cat throwing a tantrum to be spanked, Wen Mansha felt her face flush and her body start to heat up.

In her mind, she recalled wearing the overly tight kitten lingerie, crouching on the ground, and meowing.

Teasing him, being roughly tossed onto the bed, and entangled with each other.

“Back then, master really liked that outfit.”

As for the intimacies in the alley…

During that time when both were in a heated romance, they had tried it in alleys, tavern booths, and the like.

“Really, you’re making me miss you even more.”

Wen Mansha whispered to herself, feeling her whole body warming up.

When she was about to read the letter a second time.

The writing on the letter slowly disappeared.

Wen Mansha’s eyes widened, and after fiddling for a while, she could not find the reason for the disappearance of the writing.

She could only put it away, storing it in the bedside drawer.

She pulled the cord hanging by the bed, and the sound of a bronze bell ringing came from outside.

Dong dong dong~!

“Madam, is there anything you need?”

“Come in and help me wash up,” Wen Mansha said.

The door opened, and a figure walked in, dressed in a black robe, brown hair pinned behind her head, face stern, wearing black-framed glasses.

She hurried to the bedside, helped Wen Mansha out of bed, and led her toward the washroom.

“What’s on the menu for breakfast?” Wen Mansha asked with a smile.

“Fresh milk, bread, and beef rolls. Do you want to add anything else, Madam?” the butler asked softly.

“Just pick anything for breakfast.”

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“Okay.” The housekeeper nodded and looked at Wen Mansha, “Madam, you seem to be in a good mood today.”

Wen Mansha was startled, then patted her bulging belly, “Yes, not bad. I’m giving the servants at the mansion half a day off this afternoon to go home and see their families.”

“I thank Madam on behalf of everyone; you are truly kind.”

After a simple wash-up, Wen Mansha headed to the dining room, “Your husband, is he still trying to find out information about the City Lord’s Mansion?”

The housekeeper’s expression turned serious, “He’s still inquiring, and I replied to him as per Madam’s instructions.”

“Hmm, just handle it that way for now; there’s no rush.”

“I will follow Madam’s orders.”

…

Black Stone Town, the Steward’s residence.

Slyther was woken up by the birdsong outside the window.

He glanced over and saw his niece, leaning against the headboard and looking at something.

“You’re looking at these things early in the morning. Wu Heng has become the Deputy Steward and you’re still just a squad leader. How come you’re not worried at all?” Slyther sat up, gently lecturing.

Yuli, this time, did not backtalk but turned her head to look at her aunt while still holding the letter.

Slyther touched her own face, “What’s wrong? What are you looking at?”

Yuli asked with suspicion, “Aunt, is it possible… that you’ve got a man?”

Slyther’s heart skipped a beat and she said, “What nonsense are you talking about? Dreaming?”

“Here, this letter is for you. The content is so mushy, and it says he’ll come to see you after a while.” Yuli handed over the letter.

Slyther’s eyes widened and her face became panicked.

She snatched the letter and looked at its content.

Blank.

Slyther’s eyes narrowed, “Where’s the content? The mushy stuff?”

Yuli took back the letter and her eyes also widened, “I–it wasn’t–what I mean to say… Aunt, if I tell you the words disappeared on their own, would you believe me?”

“You’re asking for a spanking, aren’t you, daring to joke about such things.”

Yuli instantly jumped off the bed, running while shouting, “There really was something just now, Aunt, really, the envelope is still on the bedside!”

Slyther didn’t listen, picked up a nearby stick, and promptly gathered the envelope and the letter.

Then she chased after her.

At the dining table, Yuli rubbed her own little butt, “Aunt, I’m already a team leader; why do you keep hitting me? And I really wasn’t lying, there was a letter.”

Slyther hit her with the stick again, “We slept together last night, who could have sent the letter to the bedroom at night? You’re having hallucinations from reading too many comics, no more comics for you.”

“What does this have to do with comics.”

Slyther looked at her, “Are you thinking of someone, imagining an unwritten letter as a love letter?”

Yuli pouted, “That’s not the case. I’m going to be the man who becomes the Pirate King; how could I think of anyone else?”

“No more reading; if I catch you, I’ll spank you again.”

Yuli didn’t speak anymore and quietly ate her meal.

In her mind, she pondered what could have gone wrong.

How could the letter she saw be now without words?

…

Gold and Silver Island, the Association.

Wu Heng walked down the stone steps heading for the morgue.

It was still early morning, and two coroners had just begun preparing for the day’s work.

“Deputy Steward.” The two saluted.

“Hmm, there is a dead body here. Verify the identity and then collect all the organs; I’ll come to collect them later,” Wu Heng said as he took out the body and the Organ Jar.

The corpse of the bald Fist Master was quite a miserable sight.

Imilo had sliced from the chest upwards with a sword, effectively splitting the upper body in half, causing organs and such to spill out in a mess.

The final disposition of the body still depended on the Association’s arrangements.

After all, Imilo was the killer, and it wasn’t clear yet whether the body could be claimed by Wu Heng.

But the organs of an 18-level professional could be useful, Wu Heng thought, and since he also had an Organ Jar, he decided to store them for now.

The coroners lifted the body onto a metal bed.

The coroner asked offhandedly, “Deputy Steward, shall we save the body for you?”

“Preserve it well. The Steward killed him; we’ll discuss what to do with it later,” Wu Heng said.

“Alright.”

The coroners began to process the body while Wu Heng walked out and went back upstairs.

He returned to his office-cum-study.

Andre Willow and Mini were sitting in the study chatting.

Last night, since the situation was still uncertain, they had stayed in the Association’s dormitory and had come directly to the Association today.

Seeing Wu Heng return, both women showed delight.

They approached, one on each side, checking for any injuries on his body.

“It’s fine, not a scratch,” Wu Heng said with a smile.

Andre Willow wrapped her arms around his waist and asked, “Master, is everything settled?”

“It’s settled; the Steward killed the target.”

“The Steward took action? Then the opponent must have been quite formidable,” Andre Willow said.

Wu Heng paused, “Now that you mention it, that’s true.”

Mini poured Wu Heng a cup of tea and asked, “Master, when are we going home?”

“Hmm, tonight. Let’s have a nice meal out and then go home,” Wu Heng said after sitting back in the chair behind his desk.

“Let’s go to that place in the Lighthouse District, their alchemical cooking is delicious,” Mini suggested.

“Okay.”

The three chatted briefly.

There was a loud clang.

The room’s door was flung open, seemingly kicked in with force.

Then, Philippa rushed in, holding a wanted poster in her hand.

Pointing at the portrait of a woman on the wanted poster.

“This… I, she, she tried to kill me yesterday, along with a bald man, trying to kill you.”