In the end, the beggar decided not to leave a clue. He would let the butterfly effect play out and come back to him. Of course, he would find opportunities to speed it up. All he had done was make a small move, but to the affected parties, it was anything but small.
Back at Klown's mansion, the news spread quickly.
The death of a Guard Captain was a serious matter, casting a heavy atmosphere over the place.
Holst, with his usual squinting eyes, spoke to a silver-armored guard in front of a giant door. After the guard bowed and left, the butler pushed the door open, the creaking sound reverberating as he entered the room.
Inside, there was a rectangular table with twelve seats, but only one was occupied—the head chair, where a figure sat, eating. In front of him were plates filled with reddish-black meat, steam rising into the air.
Holst glanced at the plates before bowing to the mayor.
"I have bad news and good news. Which would you like to hear first?" the butler asked.
