He stuffed the gun into his backpack, walked past Puller's body, and looked at the golden door on the side.
The sixth floor does not have many rooms like the other floors. There is only one door in the entire corridor.
It seems that the Grand Duke's accommodation conditions are quite good, as the entire sixth floor belongs to him.
The battle he just had with Pule was extremely short, and the outcome was decided almost in the first encounter. There was no big noise, and the Duke inside should not have been awakened yet.
He walked forward, and instead of breaking the door violently, he moved in directly through space.
There was a flash of white light, and then he saw darkness.
There was a soft carpet on the floor and the room seemed extremely large, like a living room.
He walked along the wall without making any sound. After walking for a distance, he saw light leaking from the gap in the door next to him.
...This should be the room where the Grand Duke sleeps.
Look at this light... Is someone still awake? Doing some work in the middle of the night?
He came here mainly to see the attitude of the Grand Duke. He was almost certain that the series of events on the Arte were all planned by the Grand Duke with the highest status. It was impossible for the lower-level crew to work together to get such a potion, nor was it possible to kill people at will under the nose of such a powerful soul hunter.
Killing Puller was to leave the Grand Duke with no way to retreat. Facing absolute military suppression, the Grand Duke could only rely on him if he wanted to survive.
He did not hesitate. There was only a wooden door in front of him. After Mingmie made his move, he easily pushed the door open.
With a "creaky" sound, the lights in the room flickered.
Passing by the towering metal racks and the phonograph playing soft music, he saw a large bed in the middle of the room, with a gauze curtain drawn, revealing a bulge wrapped in a quilt inside.
He walked straight forward and pulled back the quilt.
There was no ear-piercing scream or begging for mercy.
Su Mingan's hands froze in the air.
He was stunned when he saw the legendary Grand Duke, the highest-ranking man on the Arte, hiding under the quilt.
A young blond boy, who looked to be no older than fifteen, was curled up on the bed, with tears in his eyes. The boy was wearing a clean white pajamas, his body huddled, and a pair of deep blue eyes were looking at him.
"Duke?" Su Mingan couldn't help but ask.
Is the Duke so small?
He had some preconceived notions and thought that the Duke should be a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties.
The young boy looked up and looked at him strangely.
"What's wrong?" The young boy tilted his head, his eyes a little confused: "Su Lin... Sir."
Su Mingan stopped moving.
He looked at the Grand Duke of the Empire in front of him, who had an expression of awe in his eyes, and listened to his address. Suddenly, he felt that he... seemed to have discovered something extraordinary.
"Master Su Lin." The young boy reached out and grabbed the corner of his clothes:
"I have already arranged everything you asked me to do. You came here... so late at night. Is there anything else you need me to do?"
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