The pen tip flicked up in response to their words. Qin Ye stared at it with an intense gaze, before finally drawing a deep breath, “Are you sure you didn’t get it wrong?”

“Impossible.” The spirit pen rasped excitedly, “There’s only one living human being that my dowsing abilities would point me towards, and that’s none other than Lee Jung-sook. Don’t take this wrongly - although you may be my host for the time being, but… if I don’t return to Lee Jung-sook, my soul will eventually scatter and dissipate into the surroundings.”

Qin Ye nodded. It suddenly dawned on him that fate and destiny was truly an amazing thing.

Fate must’ve had a hand in these things… He couldn’t help but glance at his sleeves. If he was to go about investigating the script of death any further without alerting the Russian Underworld, any assistance that he can get from the mortal realm would certainly be of great help!

And to this end, was there really anyone else who held more power and influence in Daehan than the queen of Samsung herself? Not even the ministers in Daehan could hold a candle to her.

This was the power of a plutocrat in a capitalist society.

Moreover, Lee Jung-sook had personally been involved in the execution of the script of death. The amount of help she could give would be beyond Qin Ye’s imaginations!

Hmm… I guess I could draw closer to her on the pretext of repaying my debt of gratitude… I wonder if she would wisen up to the fact and reject my advances…

“Keep a close eye on things. We’ll make sure it's safe for us to do so before we go searching for Ms Lee.” He suppressed his wildly beating heart and...