He Became a Salted Fish After Inheriting Millions of Secret Arts - Chapter 66.1

Doctors don’t know magic. He hated esoteric philosophy and hated mystics, that’s why Joseph Chester parted ways with him. ”

“Doctor Chester hides very deeply,” said Hecate, “even his own brother was deceived by him. The Chester family is an ancient line of mystics, whose blood can be traced back to the time of the forerunners. They are the descendants of the apostles of the fourth forerunner. Because they devoured the flesh and blood of the forerunner, they obtained the supernatural power. This supernatural power was passed down from generation to generation until Joseph Chester was born.”

Duan Feizhuo said: “Joseph Chester inherited the ability, but his brother didn’t.”

“Yes. But his brother inherited the arcane philosophical knowledge passed down from generation to generation in the family. Even Joseph Chester didn’t know this. He always thought that knowledge was lost long ago.”

Duan Feizhuo was too surprised to speak. He has never met Dr. Chester. In his imagination, Dr. Chester should be a loyal, honest, and beloved doctor, and his personality may be a bit upright and old-fashioned. That’s why he can’t get used to mystics.

Unexpectedly, he hid his identity, and even his own brother was kept a secret for so many years. He knew that Joseph Chester had passed away, and he didn’t know that his brother had inherited the family’s mysterious inheritance.

Perhaps this was what Dr. Chester was aiming for. He wants to cut off the inheritance in his generation, so that his children can live as ordinary people.

He has only used the secret technique once in his life. Also for his children.

“Doctor Chester protected the dying Leopold with occult magic,” he said.

“He asked for my intervention. I granted it.” Hecate said flatly, “I took Leopold’s soul to me to protect him from evil.”

“I didn’t see Leopold’s soul by your side.” Duan Feizhuo said.

“The human soul cannot live in my small world for a long time, so I sent him to another place, a place suitable for human life.”

“Where?”

Hecate laughed, her red lips forming the shape of a crescent.

“A branch of multiple histories—the ones you’ve seen and that do exist.”

Duan Feizhuo’s footsteps stopped suddenly.

“Have I seen…?” He looked up at the Forerunner.

Two emotions of surprise and horror stirred in his chest. He felt like he was weightless, falling from a very high place, and fell into a bottomless abyss.

The last time he had seen Hecate, the Forerunner had said that he had been able to come to her domain because he subconsciously fled to the place he felt safest when he was in danger.

They had met before, but he had forgotten.

Sherlock Holmes said that when you eliminate all possibilities, what remains is the truth, no matter how improbable.

“Where is the soul of Leopold Chester now?” he asked, his voice trembling involuntarily.

“He lived in that branch of the multiple histories for nineteen years, and then returned to this branch of the multiple histories—in the body that belonged to him. The fly in the ointment was a little accident. He seemed to have completely lost the original I only remember things from another branch world.”

Hecate looked at Duan Feizhuo, his dark eyes were like the night sky.

“You already understand, don’t you?” the forerunner smiled. “You are not some guest from another world. You are Leopold Chester himself.”