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Chapter 22 Graves and Kneeling

The store was packed with travelers.

Ronan finally made it back to the kitchen.

Then they saw Latilia looking somewhat aggrieved as she said to Onali:

"Someone as quick at cooking as Miss O'Neill must be a better cook than me..."

O'Neill didn't quite understand, but she still gave a serious "oh" and continued with her work.

Ronan: ...

Ronan returned to his position, and now he was going to start demonstrating his abilities as an executive chef and see if he could mobilize the entire kitchen. Apart from the doll that he had just randomly transformed into, which could completely match Ronan's mind, the rest would probably need to be polished.

Without hesitation, he said directly:

"I'm preparing to develop a kitchen that runs smoothly like a river. Right now, I'm the executive chef, and everyone follows my instructions to start cooking..."

Oona looked pitiful, realizing she was going to have to work overtime again, and called out weakly.

"receive……"

Latilia was quite well-behaved, showing no signs of misbehaving.

Ronan mobilized the entire kitchen.

Everything was different from what Ronan had imagined.

He thought he would need to work things out with his employees several times, but to his surprise, it was so easy.

Until nightfall.

Closing time.

Oona Li was sleeping on the sofa without paying much attention to her image, looking lazy, but her eyes were sparkling as she looked at her phone.

This phone was delivered by a drone that Ronan requested.

O'Neill used to play with a mobile phone before she died.

Now, revisiting it, I find it quite easy.

Ronan designed a website specifically for his chat with O'Neill.

The website was called QQ, and turning it into a confidential chat application was also part of Ronan's plan.

He didn't want to be found directly by the Bureau of Paranormal Phenomena through the internet.

Latilia ate her noodles with a happy expression while looking at her phone.

The puppet had already left, disguised as a shop assistant.

Until Latilla got off work.

Ronan spoke to Onali, who was playing on her phone:

"Now is the time to launch our plan..."

Oona's phone lay nearby, and she looked on with curiosity.

"Mr. Ronan, how are you going to carry out the plan? Didn't you say you were going to design a new publicity plan before leaking the website information...?"

Ronan smiled elegantly.

"Make the arrangements tonight, and tomorrow you'll have your clone perform this operation in front of several travelers..."

O'Neill's eyes widened in surprise.

"This is... Mr. Ronan, didn't we agree not to attack travelers?"

Ronan stated his point of view directly.

"You don't need to feel guilty. Travelers won't die, and they will use this ability to wreak havoc. Punish them now to contribute to our greater ideals."

Now O'Neill seemed to understand.

"Mr. Ronan, what you said is correct..."

Oonali's main body and clone switched positions.

No rain tonight.

Ronan drove his car and parked it in a parking lot a few streets away.

The guards at the gate had long since gone off duty.

Ronan was speechless. He elegantly removed the ring from the doll and began to casually arrange the scene. He even went too far and made a mess of the entire photo studio.

It's fair to say that this matter was unnecessary.

However, Ronan's actions can confuse the perspective and provide the investigating players and the Bureau of Anomalies with a great deal of complex information.

Most importantly, Ronan found a good spot, which was the place on the ceiling where the wine was placed.

This was also the place where Oona's father used to place the decorations. Now you can fit the doll in that spot perfectly and it's not too noticeable.

The most crucial aspect is how this situation is handled.

Ronan didn't hesitate. After arranging everything with Onali, he called home.

My uncle's joyful voice came through.

"Ronan, your suggestion was actually adopted by the Bureau of Paranormal Phenomena! They even upgraded Freya's star rating; she's now a five-star support character. In a few days, she'll be able to take the stage..."

At that moment, as the Ronan doll dissipated, O'Neill's figure was seen, still busy reciting Ronan's plans for the next day.

Ronan asked:

"Where is your father's grave? I'm going to go and see it..."

Oona Li is strange.

She raised her head, her small frame hunched over, and looked at Ronan with curious eyes.

"Mr. Ronan, how did you know that my father has a grave...?"

Ronan looked into the darkness.

"I suspect it's because your father's power is definitely not something an ordinary person could possess. It could be a miracle, or it could be a setup or a scheme..."

Oona looked like she'd been tricked.

"What? My father's power was given to him by someone else...?"

Ronan continued to add.

"That's right. The sudden disappearance of your power was most likely obtained by killing your father. Now that he's long dead, I personally believe it's highly probable that someone tampered with your father's grave, allowing you to gain this power through such a bizarre method, directly and fundamentally eliminating your power..."

O'Neill's eyes were filled with worry.

"But who could this person be...?"

Ronan was driving.

O'Neill sat in the passenger seat.

She muttered to herself, somewhat worried.

"What will happen at my father's grave...?"

Ronan was somewhat worried, but not much.

"I deliberately waited so many days before going. You used illusions, I used puppets..."

The two were in the car, which was relatively far from the cemetery.

Without saying a word, Ronan summoned a strange creature with a blue light on its chest and a bizarre dart on its head.

He was still wearing a leather suit from head to toe.

Although Oonali has the desire to complain, her ability to do so is too weak.

He also summoned his own clone.

"Just say 'see you later,' and we'll immediately disband our clones. I'm just here to experiment..."

The cemetery was eerie, but there was still O'Neill, the human guide, leading the two to the right place.

Here, there is a rather unremarkable tombstone.

The name and birth date of Oona's father are also on it.

The moonlight was like frost, and the fragrant grasses grew lush and green.

O'Neill seemed to be showing nostalgia.

At this moment, a woman in black stood on a tree branch, looking at the two people below the stage, her voice elegant and predictable.

"As expected, you couldn't wait for me to wait here for so long. It seems you're determined to oppose me..."

Ronan, adhering to the principle of "don't be pretentious," directly performed the action on the woman, using the "kneel down" command.

What if?

What if this guy is just one level above Ronan, even just a little bit? Wouldn't that be the kind of expression that would make this woman in black kneel down from the sky?

When O'Neill saw Ronan make a move, she became quite excited.

"Bang……"