Divorce Failed My Wife's Secret Identities Shock the World novel Chapter 405

Sidelined until now, Ian Grover stepped up to voice his doubts.

"If Miss Vance isn't from The Void Order, then why are you two teaming up?"

Ian didn't know much about Maeve's abilities, but he'd heard rumors that Quinn's skills were practically god-tier.

If Quinn and Maeve joined forces, they could actually pose a real threat to The Luminary Order.

Maeve looked at Ian like he had rocks for brains.

"Who said we're on the same team? This is my job. It has nothing to do with him."

Ian opened his mouth to reply, but Quinn shut him down.

"Do the people in The Luminary Order have a reading comprehension problem? I already said I'm just here for the popcorn."

"One idiot is fine, two is pushing it, but all three of you? I'm surprised old Master Veritas hasn't dropped dead from a stress-induced heart attack yet."

"Are you three really the best your order has to offer?"

Quinn put on an exaggerated mask of disappointment.

"I'm calling it now. In five years, The Luminary Order is going to be completely wiped off the map in Aethelburg."

Sylvia scowled.

"You really have a toxic personality, you know that?"

Quinn flashed a supremely punchable smile. "Having a toxic personality is basically part of The Void Order's curriculum."

"My old man always said that people in our line of work should live freely, unapologetically, and on their own terms."

"If you can't grasp the concept of doing whatever the hell you want, I highly suggest you quit the occult game and go get a corporate desk job."

When it came to a vicious tongue, Maeve took the gold medal, but Quinn was an incredibly close second.

In the past, Sylvia would have dragged Quinn into a shouting match.

But the clock was ticking, so she swallowed her rage.

"The Luminary Order honors its commitments and values punctuality. If we keep wasting time, we'll miss the optimal window."

Sylvia's face turned serious as she used her compass to sweep the courtyard.

Elijah and Ian didn't waste time either, pulling out their own tools to analyze the environment.

Quinn dramatically covered his nose with a pocket square. "Ugh, it reeks of rotting corpses in here."

Andres frowned. "I don't smell anything."

He genuinely couldn't pick up a scent.

He looked at Butler Tanner, Hans, and Murray, silently asking if they smelled it too.

All three shook their heads.

Maeve explained it to Andres. "Practitioners in The Mystic Order have much sharper senses than ordinary people."

"We see what you can't see, and we smell what you can't smell."

Murray voiced the question on everyone's mind. "So, is there something... unnatural lurking in Madam's courtyard?"