Heiress Unmasked: Shaking the World With Geomancy novel Chapter 2390

Mordecai's gaze returned to the stack of documents in front of him. He was silent for a long while before casually pulling two from the pile.

He rose to his feet, and in the space of a single step, his figure vanished from the underworld.

At the Skelldom, Zidane had only just returned from the underworld when he sensed another familiar presence entering the building.

He frowned and kicked the wall beside him. "You're the Skelldom. Do we just let anyone wander in now? What exactly is your purpose here?"

Though the kick was light, the wall bulged outward as if offended—puffed up once, sulked for a second—then shimmered and vanished entirely.

On the other side of the now-vanished wall, standing there as expected, was Mordecai.

Zidane dropped onto the nearby couch and gave him a dry look. "You again? What now?"

Mordecai didn't seem bothered by Zidane's attitude. He stepped forward and handed over the two documents he had brought.

"Figured I'd drop off the completed paperwork first," he said simply.

Shannon was right. Half of the documents on Mordecai's desk were Mystic files. After all, doing Zidane's grunt work wasn't exactly new to him, and he had practically mastered it by now.

In the past, Zidane had kept Mystic and the underworld strictly separate. He almost never involved Mordecai unless absolutely necessary.

However, ever since Vlad had been resealed in the Cavern of Calamity—finally putting an end to a millennia-long obsession—Zidane had eased a little.

Mordecai had been showing up more frequently, too.

Zidane glanced at the documents in his hand but didn't take them.

Instead, he gave a soft, skeptical huff. "You're Morvahn, and you're running errands now? Personally hand-delivering files?"

Not to mention, he was only holding two files. Who was buying that?

Mordecai didn't argue. He simply set the papers down on the coffee table, his expression unmoved. "They're special requests from Mystic. I thought you might want them handled quickly."

Thus, he tapped the second document. It unfurled in midair just like the first, casting its contents into a neat projection above the table.

This one was even more absurd.

A standard request submission—normally, the most routine type of paperwork in Mystic, barely worth flagging.

Except this one had been bumped to the "special" category for one reason—the sender wasn't a phantom cultivator, nor a mystic, nor a demon.

He was just a completely powerless human. Somehow, this mundane person had found a way to file a request with Mystic.

The request was straightforward—a kill order. He wanted someone from Mystic to assassinate a man named Jack Hampton.

As the document activated, additional data about the sender and the target auto-projected alongside it.

The requester's name was Gus Hampton, 12 years old, with zero spiritual sensitivity.