30 Years After Reincarnating, It Turns Out This World Was A Rofan?! novel Chapter 274

What the Hell Is Going On?

Simon had received plenty of strange information over the years as the Guild Association Master.

But it had been a while since he'd come across something this mysterious.

[Every 60 years, ghosts appear.]

[These ghosts steal people's souls.]

[Those who swear loyalty to Mordred are cursed.]

“Hm...”

His subordinates had worked tirelessly to gather this intelligence.

Among the mountain of quality information they’d uncovered, these bizarre, scattered pieces stood out to Simon.

The reason he had risen to the position of youngest Guild Association Master was simple—his ability to pinpoint the core of information was unparalleled.

That ability had allowed him to surpass men stronger and more powerful than him to claim his seat of authority.

So Simon never ignored his instincts.

If anything, he trusted them—and when his gut told him something required deeper investigation, he dug for answers.

“...I need to hear it firsthand.”

“Hear what?”

“Living information is always at the scene. If I go out and start moving, things will fall into place.”

“Isn’t that a bit too optimistic?”

“Optimistic or not, I have to try something.”

“...Fine. I’ll get everything ready for departure.”

“Mm. Thanks.”

“No need to thank me. This is my job.”

His secretary smiled and helped him put on his coat.

Simon was prepared to run himself ragged until he got what he needed.

If knights fought their wars with swords—

Simon sighed. He had spent enough years with her to know that lying was pointless.

“You know how my information-gathering style is a bit... unconventional?”

“Oh, you mean that pseudo-scientific puzzle theory of yours?”

“...Pseudoscientific, huh? That’s real rich coming from you...!”

The Puzzle Piece Method

Simon’s Puzzle Piece Information Theory wasn’t just a talent—it was the very skill that had propelled him to his position.

The method was simple:

He memorized everything.

Every minor detail, every insignificant anecdote, every piece of gossip he heard, no matter how trivial.

For example—