At the Maximus residence in Bedford, the usual liveliness had given way to a heavy atmosphere. Even the housekeepers worked in silence with their heads down instead of chattering cheerfully.

This change, of course, stemmed from the loss of their three elders. Such news couldn't be hidden.

"Dean Maximus!" A voice shattered the silence, echoing throughout the vast residence for all to hear.

Soon, several people rushed to the front courtyard, including Jonah and Herbert. They were the ones who had ambushed Dickson and Felix earlier.

"Mr. Whitwell, this is unexpected. Forgive us for not greeting you sooner."

Indeed, it was Ezra who had called out. Though he stood alone without exuding any energy, his presence made both elders uncomfortable. Such was the terrifying nature of someone who had achieved the mastery of Transcendent Realm.

Another elder appeared in a flash, smiling at Ezra. He asked, "Ezra, what brings you to our place?"

Ezra snorted coldly. "Spare me the pretense, Dean