Without hesitation, she pressed her bloody palm against the cold brass lock cylinder.
Buzz——!
A dull humming sound came from inside the lock core, and a dark red blood light quickly lit up along the lines of the door crack.
Just before the blood was about to reach the top, the alarm magic circle glowed brighter.
Monica's left index finger hit a tiny indentation on the side of the lock core that was difficult to see with the naked eye.
The weak magic power contained in the fingertips accurately penetrated the most vulnerable part of the magic circuit that had just been analyzed.
Swish!
A subtle sound of energy short circuit was heard.
The blood light from the crack in the door suddenly went out, and the glow of the alarm circle also disappeared as if it had been extinguished.
The door lock made a slight click and opened a crack inward.
The whole process takes no more than three seconds.
The air in the secret room was filled with the mixed smell of ancient parchment and magic dust.
Monica wasted no time. A low-level glimmer of light appeared at her fingertips, dispelling the pitch-black darkness.
Her target was clear: the heavy black iron safe in the corner of the top-floor study, protected by multiple physical locks.
There are the business contract records that the Bellucci family values most.
It’s not that there’s no study in the Bellucci family to store these things.
Instead, King Karl was very wary of all the nobles in the kingdom, requiring that each noble's external business must have separate files and records, and that they must be regularly reviewed by members of the royal family.
Monica just wanted to see what the Bellucci family had been up to in the recent years that she had been away. It seemed that they were much richer than when her father was in power.
Even the dock area originally controlled by the king seems to have been bought by the Bellucci family.
Unlocking is like breathing to Monica.
After a few breaths, the heavy door of the safe was opened.
The dim light illuminated the neatly arranged documents in the cabinet.
The most eye-catching things are the three blood-red papers on the top layer, each stamped with a different coat of arms.
Monica whipped them out quickly.
"Secret Order of the Royal Family of Karl (No.: Shadow-Seven)".
The gilded personal seal of Charles III sits at the top of the parchment.
The order authorized the "Belucci" family to use its "mineral trade franchise" to deliver specific "strategic materials" to the "Blood Claw Tribe" of the Lor Swamp Orcs (this part of the text has been blurred, and specific information will only be found in the corresponding specific material handover documents), and promised that the royal armed forces would provide transportation convenience within a "reasonable range."
Purification Resistance Potion Delivery List (King Karl City - Blood Claw Tribe)
The list includes detailed time, quantity and signature of the person in charge.
The most recent delivery record clearly states:
"Transported via Pier 7 in Black Marsh City, through the 'Belucci' channel, to the recipient: Gork the Bonebreaker, Grand Marshal of the Blood Claw Tribe."
The last line of comments in gorgeous cursive script was particularly eye-catching: "The stalemate on the front line is conducive to premium prices, and an additional 30% supply will be added. - Irina."
Monica recognized the handwriting and the name.
When she saw the name, her eyes couldn't help but narrow slightly.
Putting aside her emotions for the moment, she continued reading.
Runestone Procurement Instructions (Signed by Leonard Night Owl)
The order requires the secret purchase of "200 pounds of Shadow Crystal (high purity)" as quickly as possible.
The purpose column clearly states: "On the Lor front, exclusively for strengthening the Orc Blood Claw Tribe's war totems."
Monica's fingertips ran coldly across the huge gold coin settlement figure at the end of the list and the line of Irina's comments.
This Irina was none other than her stepmother, whom her father married when she was ten years old.
According to the customs of the Kingdom of Karl, after her father's death, if there is no direct heir in the family, Irina is eligible to inherit the family estate.
Of course, the premise is that Irina needs to transfer it to other Bellucci children of the same clan...
A very light, yet icy laugh that could freeze the air escaped from her lips:
"The family honor that my father guarded until his death... turns out to have been soaked in that bitch's lewdness."
She moved as fast as a ghost, stuffing the three original documents into the special waterproof layer in her arms.
The safe returned to its original state, the shimmer spell went out, and the top-floor office was plunged into darkness again.
She slid out through the air vent she had come in through, as if she had never been there.
The next evening, Pier 7 in Black Marsh City was filled with the shouts of unloading workers and the cries of seagulls.
Enzo was wearing a tattered dock worker's suit, his eyes were blurry, and he exuded a strong smell of cheap beer.
He stumbled into a group of guards pushing a cart covered with oilcloth.
"Hey! Don't you have eyes?!"
One of the guards was knocked off balance, and the cargo boxes on the cart tilted, with several boxes sliding to the ground.
"I'm...I'm sorry, sir!"
Enzo, reeking of alcohol, fumbled to support the boxes, but his clumsy movements caused more boxes to fall over.
The guards surrounded him and pushed him, cursing and shoving him. The scene was in chaos.
Under the cover of chaos, Monica avoided the crowd's sight and swam close to one of the rolling cargo boxes with a spread-wing falcon emblem on the side like a fish.
Her dagger deftly pried open the seal and lifted the lid.
The surface is gray-yellow ordinary sulfur ore with a pungent smell.
Monica's fingers groped in the cracks of the ore for a moment, then suddenly lifted the lining partition.
The lower layer was filled with fist-sized rune stones that were carefully wrapped in tanned rough animal skins and emitted a faint blue light!
The unique disgusting stench of the orcs deep in the Lor Swamp seeped faintly through the cracks.
Further down, at the bottom of the box were several heavy metal cans marked with the words "Specially for Military Supplies".
Monica quickly pried open the lid of one of the jars, revealing a viscous dark purple potion that looked like solidified blood.
Record everything in front of you with a magic scroll.
She quickly restored the box and disappeared into the shadows of the pile of goods.
…
Deep in a dilapidated alley in the south of the city, a low shed was filled with the smell of herbs and decay.
Monica followed her memory and came to the pharmacy her father had told her about.
She didn't expect that there was only an old woman with a hooked nose and squinty eyes in this pharmacy.
Monica didn't pay much attention to her appearance. She said a secret code to the haggard old woman in front of her: "When an owl returns to its nest, it needs an old branch to lead the way."
A glimmer of light flashed in the old woman's cloudy eyes, and she looked out the window vigilantly.
Then he turned around and went to the counter, kneeling on the ground tremblingly, and used his shaking fingers to pry open a loose floor tile.
She took out a small bag wrapped in thick oilcloth from underneath and handed it to Monica, saying with a hint of complaint:
"Little girl from the Bellucci family... you're finally here... I've been waiting so long. If you don't come in two years, I'll have to do it myself...
"Now that my debt is paid off, you can rest in peace, little girl!"
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