"Lator..."
Facing Ronald's relentless questioning, the man's expression clearly trembled for a moment.
Swallowing hard, he then spoke with uneasy tone,
"Lator, his way of dying was the most bizarre."
"He was carrying the corpses of the two others to report for a routine mission on behalf of the Merchant's Association."
"But just as he finished detailing the mission and was about to leave the office, Lator suddenly collapsed!"
"..."
At this moment, the middle-aged man's voice began to tremble again.
Watching the man's demeanor, Ronald probed,
"He died just like that?"
"..."
"Yes." After a few seconds of silence, the middle-aged man nodded and then continued in a very twisted voice, "Lator... Lator just died like that."
"And the cause turned out to be a sudden heart attack!"
"He was the type whose body was enhanced by spells, fitter than professional athletes, how could he possibly suffer from a heart attack?"
