The children behind Simmons also stepped forward, shouting in unison, "Brother Allen."

Allen’s parents said to the people around them, "Look. Children are the purest, and they never lie."

Hearing this, the crowd’s condemnation grew louder.

A few of the influential figures frowned. L’s move was quite irrational; he had now fallen into their trap.

’I can’t believe I’ve come all the way to an Otherworld just to get guilt-tripped like this.’

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Baron leaned down, patted Simmons’s head, and smiled faintly. "I’ll go get your brother for you."

The moment the words left his lips, he suddenly yelled to someone outside the circle, "Zod! Did you find him?"

"Coming!"

A voice answered from outside the crowd, which then parted to let a handcart through.

The cart was covered with a straw mat, and beneath it, one could vaguely make out the shape of a corpse still radiating a cold chill.

Zod stopped the handcart in front of Baron and said, "The fee is one Silver Coin."

Baron gave him two.

Zod grinned. "Generous!" he said, before retreating back into the crowd.

Maguire sidled up to him. "What did L have you go do?"

Zod took a swig of wine. "You’ll see in a bit. It’s a ruthless move, that’s for sure."

When Allen’s parents saw the straw mat on the cart, they felt a sense of foreboding. The children, including Simmons, turned pale, tears welling in their eyes.

Upon seeing the emblem on the straw mat, Yarilan Lewis and the others instantly understood something.

Andre seemed to have a realization. "Don’t tell me L is going to..."

The surrounding crowd, not understanding what Baron was up to, began to whisper among themselves.

"What is that?"

"It looks like one of the carts used to transport corpses on Dancing Day."

"So it’s a corpse cart? What’s he doing bringing a corpse cart here?"

Yes, what was he doing?

The surrounding clamor died down for a moment. Everyone looked at the young man in the center of the ring, their faces full of confusion.

In the center of the crowd, Baron stared directly at the uneasy couple. "Curious what this is?"

But before Allen’s parents could say anything, he smiled and stated bluntly, "These are the remains of your son, Allen Vincent."

The remains of the True Allen!

It wasn’t just Allen’s parents whose faces changed drastically; the few people on the sidelines who knew the truth also paled, their gazes turning icy as they looked at the black-clad Demon Hunter in the center.

’This guy... surely he isn’t going to...’

"Son, what are you talking about? We don’t know any Vincent. You’re our son..."

"You don’t know him?"

Baron looked at Allen’s parents, whose teeth were chattering, and then at the children with tears welling in their eyes. He placed a hand on the straw mat and said flatly:

"Care for a look?"

Allen’s parents, however, kept their lips sealed, their faces ashen. They looked toward Simmons.

Simmons clenched his fists and said loudly, "Brother, what are you talking about? Vincent who? We don’t understand what you’re saying."

"In Gillian, desecrating the remains of the dead is an act that brings the punishment of the Gods. Both the desecrator and the family of the deceased are affected..."

As Baron spoke, he snatched a spear from a nearby guard.

"Son... what are you doing?"

"What am I doing?"

Baron chuckled and held up three fingers.

"First, I am not your child. Your son’s full name is Allen Vincent. I am L. L. Allen. My appearance, my given name, and my surname do not match your son’s."

"Second, I told you yesterday: no matter who put you up to this, do not pester me."

"Third, do not mistake my tolerance for kindness. Because I am not a good person."

Having said his piece, while the crowd was still processing his words, Baron thrust the spear through the straw mat and into the corpse beneath.

Allen’s parents looked as if their eyes would split from rage. The children, led by Simmons, began to cry. Simmons shouted, "Don’t you hurt Brother Allen’s body!" and opened his mouth to bite Baron, only to be kicked away.

He flipped twice in the air before landing.

The surrounding crowd jumped in shock. Allen’s mother shrieked, "L, the Blood God will curse you!" as she pulled the blubbering Simmons into her arms to check for injuries.

The father added, "The City Lord and all the esteemed lords are our witnesses! The law will defend us! If Simmons is hurt, you’d better be ready to pay 1,000 Silver Coins in compensation!"

Some people raised their eyebrows. 1,000 Silver Coins—wasn’t that the exact amount of Baron’s reward? Connecting this to the child’s words, could it be true, as the Demon Hunter said, that this was all just an attempt at extortion?

A few onlookers frowned, feeling that even if the Allen family was in the wrong, it was inappropriate for Baron, a Demon Hunter, to be so heavy-handed with a child.

Miss Triss, her face cold, pulled away from Remedios’s grasp and went to check on the child’s injuries.

But after a moment of examination, she froze.

Allen’s mother grew nervous. "Miss Triss? Is Simmons badly hurt? The medical fees will be quite high, won’t they?"

Her gaze shifted to Baron. "Everyone saw it! This esteemed Demon Hunter attacked my son in broad daylight!"

But Miss Triss shook her head and set Simmons down. "He’s not injured."

"Not injured?" Allen’s Mother was astonished. "How is that possible? Miss Triss, he flipped several times in the air!"

"Is it possible you just can’t tell?"

At these words, Miss Triss frowned.

She had only gotten involved in the first place because she’d lost some money, and in her temper, she’d gullibly believed the mother’s story, landing herself in this awkward situation.

She had stepped forward because she had studied medicine in Haiwede, only to have her skills questioned like this.

Her spoiled-young-lady temper was about to flare up.

But just then, Simmons spoke up. "It doesn’t hurt. Mr. L’s foot didn’t touch me. It was a gust of wind. A gust of wind blew me away."

A gust of wind blew him away?

The crowd on the sidelines frowned. What was going on now?

Only Allen’s mother noticed that Simmons’s form of address for Baron had changed from "Brother" to "Mister," and she hurriedly said:

"His brain must have been scrambled by the kick! It must have been!"

But no one paid her any mind. They were all pondering what the child’s "gust of wind" could mean.

"External release of Spiritual Power," said a knowledgeable Demon Hunter and a well-traveled Knight. "That’s an external release of Spiritual Power!"

Maguire was stunned.

’External release of Spiritual Power... isn’t that an ability only Silver Tier Law Enforcers possess?’

Zod explained for him, "Theoretically, yes, it’s a Silver Tier ability. But some exceptionally talented Law Enforcers can do it even at a Low Tier."

"Remember [Spiritual Sense]? I think L is one of those whose eyes turned silver upon their first awakening."

Lewis and his group trembled, and Stephen drew a sharp, quiet breath.

’This L... he’s just full of surprises.’

Baron looked at the other children, who were crying and calling for their "brother" over the straw mat, and said coldly:

"So-called parents who don’t even care about their own children, yet you have the gall to claim to be my parents."

Allen’s mother’s expression shifted, but she gritted her teeth and said, "Miss Triss, didn’t you say your father is the Guard Commander? Can’t you step in and get justice for us?"

The moment she said this, the surrounding people understood.

’So she’s the Guard Commander’s daughter. No wonder the guards are so afraid of her.’

Triss said with a cold face, "He does have injuries."

Allen’s parents were overjoyed. "It was him!"

The two had decided to go for broke.

But Miss Triss’s next sentence sent them plummeting from Heaven to Hell. "But they weren’t caused by Mr. L."

Allen’s parents’ faces changed.

"They were caused by you."

As she spoke, she pulled up Simmons’s sleeve, revealing densely packed bruises that shimmered like snake scales in the sun.

Miss Triss first apologized to Baron, stating that it was all her misunderstanding and that she was willing to publish a formal apology and offer compensation.

Then she turned to the blood-drained couple. "As for the ones who framed you, I will send people to investigate who was behind this and make them pay the price."

Baron, however, said, "Wait a moment. I have something to take care of."

He then found Victor, who had been silently watching the drama unfold, and said to him:

"I will tell you how I solved the Iron Dragon problem. In exchange, I need you to do something for me."

"As long as it doesn’t violate the code of chivalry," Victor said.

He was very curious to know how Baron, the one who had posed the Iron Dragon problem, would solve it himself.

Lewis and his group were also drawn in; they too wanted to know the solution to the Iron Dragon problem.

Baron nodded.

"The Iron Dragon problem is a classic moral dilemma."

He said, "But it’s not a problem if I have no morals."

Victor was taken aback and was about to say something, but then Baron continued:

"Alright, Commander. I’ve given you the solution you wanted. Now, please do as I say. In front of everyone here, use [Honesty] to ask this couple just who it is that wants to harm me."

He looked at Allen’s parents and sneered.

’Iron Thorn Gang, are you ready? The main event is about to begin.’