Rover exclaimed in surprise: "Betrayal?"
Carlotta smiled faintly, unconcerned: "This isn't strange at all."
"The Montelli family isn't an impregnable fortress either."
"Everyone has weaknesses in their hearts, and they could turn coat at any moment under the lure of interests or threats."
"Before you all came to the vault, I had already investigated this matter."
"What I can confirm now is that the betrayers are hiding in the tuning room within the vault."
"They are engaging in some activities they think are very secretive, with support obtained from the Fractsidus."
Lucian, pressed down by Rover's delicate body, slumped against the chair back: "This really is one rat dropping ruining a pot of porridge."
Carlotta covered her mouth and chuckled upon hearing this: "I quite like Mr. Lucian's metaphor."
"We Montellis cannot tolerate betrayers."
"And right now, they probably have no time to worry about us at all; the storage room is enough to attract all their attention."
Lucian chuckled: "So that's why you had Zani place the evidence in the storage room earlier?"
"Exactly. I think those betrayers are now racking their brains to destroy the evidence that's unfavorable to the Fisalia family and the Order of the Deep."
Lucian pondered: "But no matter what, the Montelli family is one of the largest families in Ragunna City. The betrayers shouldn't be unaware of the consequences once things are exposed."
"Could the benefits from betraying the family even surpass their lives?"
Carlotta lightly tapped her fingers on the table, indifferently: "They're gambling, gambling that they won't be discovered."
"Even if there's only a one percent chance, as long as the benefits are large enough, nothing can stop them. That's human nature."
"Actually, I have a plan."
"I know a backup passage into the vault, which can take us straight to their hideout while those betrayers are distracted, leaving them nowhere to escape."
"But I can't get through the passage alone, so I need your help."
Rover asked: "Are there mechanisms in the passage?"
Carlotta nodded slightly: "That's right. When the vault was built, the Montelli family had already considered the possibility of betrayers emerging."
"Most family members know at most how to disarm one layer of the defense system."
"And alliances formed in the face of layer upon layer of mechanisms are filled with betrayal and suspicion."
"Only two people who absolutely trust each other can enter the vault, without trapping the other in the vault's mechanisms."
Rover glanced at Lucian and fell silent for a moment: "Actually... these mechanisms should be no different from nothing in front of Lucian..."
Carlotta asked curiously: "Oh? Why is that?"
"The vault's defense system is very advanced. Besides requiring multiple people to cooperate, it also needs some 'special props.'"
"Could Mr. Lucian be planning to use brute force to smash through the vault's mechanisms directly?"
"That would only trigger the vault's alarms."
Carlotta seemed to be talking to herself.
Lucian understood Rover's meaning and took out the crowbar, placing it on the table.
"This is a magical crowbar that can open any lock in the world."
"Back in the Cloud Courtyard, I used this thing to open that mist barrier."
"In a way, it's also brute force, but since you said forcibly opening the mechanisms would trigger alarms, it probably can't be used."
Carlotta's expression was full of curiosity as she gently picked up the crowbar and examined it up and down.
She found that this crowbar seemed no different from an ordinary one.
But since both Lucian and Rover said so, it must indeed have such effects.
Moreover, Zani and the others were by his side before, so there was no need for him to lie.
She had long heard that Lucian always had some strange and bizarre methods; this must be one of them.
Carlotta chuckled lightly and put down the crowbar, then pushed it back.
"It seems Mr. Lucian truly lives up to his reputation."
Lucian asked curiously: "Lives up to his reputation? As the second miss of the Montelli family, the intelligence you've gathered about me should be quite a lot, right?"
"How do the reports evaluate me?"
Carlotta smiled slightly upon hearing this and cleared her throat: "Ahem."
"The report says: Lucian, male, age unknown."
"Initial observation: average combat prowess, but it has grown increasingly profound afterward."
"Although his combat prowess isn't top-tier, he has many abilities or props that are hard to guard against."
"Traits: lascivious, greedy for money, shameless."
"And many details about your interpersonal relationships, but we won't discuss those."
Rover nodded slightly and quietly elbowed Lucian: "The observation is quite accurate, especially the traits section—extremely precise."
Lucian's expression turned serious as he rebuked: "Superficial! Truly a superficial evaluation!"
Curiosity flowed from Carlotta's beautiful eyes: "Oh? So what does Mr. Lucian think would be a non-superficial evaluation?"
Lucian raised one finger solemnly: "If you're going to write 'lascivious,' you can't just write 'lascivious.'"
"Write how Jinhsi's pink dragon horns pierce the firmament, her skirt hem blooming with peach blossoms in tandem."
"Write how the peach blossoms scorchingly red illuminate the girl's visage, making the moonlight dim in shame at the sight of her."
"Write how her jade fingers flick lightly, transforming the Sentinel into a powder-white giant dragon, scales flowing with the prayers of mortals."
"Write how the Shorekeeper's blue-and-white skirt flutters like surging waves, cracks in the crystal at her chest seeping starlight."
"Write how her pupils reflect the inverted tides, her fingertips weaving to stitch the world's wounds."
"Write the faded watchstone on the shores of the Black Shores, engraved with names she refuses to forget."
"Write how Yinlin's cinnabar tear mole drips onto the suspension threads, the red hairpin chiming in the night wind."
"Write the yellowed photos in the Public Security Bureau's archives, a young couple holding her swaddled in their arms."
"Write how she dwells in darkness yet still harbors justice in her heart."
"Write how Changli's vermilion tassels flow from her hair, her pink locks turning to flowing rosy clouds in the mountain breeze."
"Write the chessboard at the peak of Mt. Firmament, white pieces igniting as True Sight to burn the threads of fate."
"Write how, as she plays against time, the crisp clack of falling pieces shatters the illusions of the mirage!"
As soon as these words were spoken, they instantly left Carlotta speechless.
Though she didn't fully understand, she was greatly shocked!
It seemed Christopher was right; it would be a waste for Lucian not to be a playwright.
In just a few short sentences, Carlotta seemed to see the lives and experiences of all these women he mentioned.
Was this the power of language? It seemed the title of God of Universal Love truly lived up to its name.
However, Rover couldn't care less about that. You mentioned so many people, yet didn't mention me—what do you mean by that?
She turned around, pressing Lucian beneath her, pinching his neck with slight annoyance: "What about me? Where am I?"
Lucian, his face turning red from the pinch, squeezed out a few words from his throat:
"...Aren't you on top of me?"
Rover: "?"