"How could this be?" Carl frowned. "Such a big matter, and I've never heard of it."
The coachman shook his head. "Ah! My Lord Baron, your esteemed status surely limits your contact with the common folk. Moreover, those factories to the north are major enterprises in the city. Even if problems arise, they tend to be suppressed, and no one dares to report them."
He faltered, "My Lord..." Then, realizing he had spoken out of turn, he immediately slapped himself. "I've overstepped," he said hurriedly. "Please, just consider my words nonsense. Don't take them seriously."
Carl looked contemplative, then shook his head and continued to read the newspaper in his hands.
Today's experience was merely a trivial matter for him, hardly worth mentioning. However, the people involved were quite interesting.
Strong spiritual power manifested not only in casting witchcraft but also in all aspects of life.
For instance, the ability to sense the emotions of others.
