1311 The Real Secret

"Good evening, mayor."

Cook smiled and greeted Syro Derl.

Syro Derl's gloomy eyes shined with ruthlessness when he saw the smile on Cook.

He knew Cook but was not truly familiar with him.

All Syro Derl knew about Cook was that his identity was that of an 'ancient coin dealer' and that he was at most a little bit smarter than others.

As for more?

Before this moment, he didn't know any more.

Cook was like any other dealer or merchant, greedy and stingy.

But now, Syro Derl related him to more; like Carlo, Kairo and Annie Penny Lynne's disappearance, and Quaker Wilberst and Aimor Morr's deaths.

"It was you?" Syro Derl questioned coldly.

"Are you referring to your nephews, Annie Penny Lynne and Aimor Morr? That's right; it is what you think. I did it. Even until now, Annie Penny Lynne's taste is still unforgettable. It's too bad… that she's too weak, similar to your two nephews; all of them can't stand a bit of suffering."