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Dear readers,
Recently, my sister, Cathy, asked me about inviting the Famous (is that the word) Lord Castle into this chaos. After a talk, I mentioned I would be bringing an entity similar to Lord Castle into this. Well, I’d like to say more, but I have characters to write, chaos to unleash, and a FEW VAULTS TO BLOW UP WITH TNT AND MADNESS! *Clears throat*, well, here’s an update.
Ragnarok, the destructive and insane brother of Cathy.

Although he now had a splitting headache, Arsene arose with little difficulty. As a dragon changeling, Arsene could shift parts of his body to that of a black dragon’s. Before falling, he changed part of his body to avoid breaking something. It had nearly work, but Arsene’s head still hurt. In any other situation, Arsene would have used his power to heal himself, but he wasn’t sure if he was alone. Luckily, because he fell of the embankment (Cliff!), he was almost sure he shook the police off his trail. Just to be safe though, Arsene started to walk away. He would have loved to use his motorbike again, but it looked like it was damaged. Taking his sword, Arsene walked away. Coming to a street, Arsene immediately knew where he was. He was back in Mithril, the capital of Aesgar. Mischievously smirking, Arsene entered like he owned the city.

Jacob Baron, the manager of the bank, sat in his chair, fully relaxed. Through trickery and scandal, Baron had climbed to the top in society, becoming the most wealthy man in Mithril. Everything was going well for that day, until…
“Sir,” Baron’s secretary started, “There’s a letter for you, it just arrived.”
Curious as to who would write him a letter, Baron asked. “Who’s it from?”
Within seconds, the secretary answered. “No return address.”
“Send it in.”
In a moment, the clerk entered, handing Baron the letter. Opening it, Baron saw an Ace of Hearts. It was from a classical French card deck, although there was a message on this one.

Dear Baron, I paid your bank a visit a week ago. While I was there, I observed the art gallery. The silver and gold chess board is quite pleasant to look at, as well as the beautiful rare coin collection. And the six foot tapestry (six by twelve to be specific), it charms me with its magnificent design. I even had the pleasure of seeing your vault, full of gold, bronze, and silver solidus. There is even a gold and platinum statue of King Odin and Queen Valkary, the first elven rulers. Undeniably, these are the stolen treasures and laundered money I hear you have. You shall deliver ALL the previously mentioned items to the Wildcard Cafe, or I shall TAKE ALL THE ITEMS MYSELF. Sincerely, Arsene Lupin
PS: do not send me the painting of King Odin and Queen Valkary, which is beside their statues. You were scammed in that deal, as the painting it a forgery. Hence, I doubt its quality.

Words could not describe the horror on Baron’s face. He had heard of the infamous gentleman thief Arsene Lupin. The young man who had bested all his elders, humiliated all his enemies, and didn’t even break a sweat in all these feats. Nobody knew where Arsene came from, nor why he resembled the respectable detective, Sherlock Holmes. However, for anyone who had business in the criminal underworld, Arsene was a disaster. If Arsene was on the move, Baron would need to get him before he arrived. But how?
“So let me get this strait,” Sherlock started, “You wish me to catch a mystery bandit, when you already have state of the art security, which you customized to be impenetrable?”
“Correct.” Baron answered, “I will pay you well.”
“Sorry, but I’ll look for a better deal, you’ll be alright.”
Baron refused to take no for an answer. “The thief is Arsene Lupin!”
There was a pause, before Sherlock added. “I’ll be right there. I’m going to bring a friend with me.”
Hanging up, Sherlock dialed another number. “Hello? Hi, Rook. Look, you remember my brother, right? Yes, please come and give me a hand. Thank you.”