He Became a Salted Fish After Inheriting Millions of Secret Arts - Chapter 67

Duan Feizhuo looked at Hecate in a daze. The goddess looked back at him with a smile on her face.

If he was Leopold Chester, what were the nineteen years of his life in another world?

He spoke with difficulty: “You mean, my life, my life so far, is all false?”

Hecate tilted his head: “Why do you think it’s fake? Why can’t both worlds be real?”

“It’s all real?”

Hecate’s eyes were unpredictable: “The branches of multiple histories are endless, and each branch is of course true.”

Duan Feizhuo didn’t quite understand what she meant, but he guessed that it was probably similar to the parallel world?

Leopold Chester’s soul was sent to another world to grow up with another identity. After that, he returned to the world that belonged to him again, and returned to his own body.

So what happened to “Duan Feizhuo” from another world? He traveled to this world in the first place because he clicked on a fraudulent email. If that world was real, then he would have disappeared from the university suddenly. Wouldn’t his relatives, friends, classmates and teachers find it strange?

What would happen if he could return to that world one day?

“Do you want to go back?” Hecate asked with a smile as if hearing his inner voice.

“I…” Duan Feizhuo was momentarily at a loss for words.

In that world, there are no mystics, no ether crystals, no messy vendettas and conspiracies, more advanced technology, more convenient life, and a more open culture. Of course it couldn’t be better in his heart.

But in this world… there are people he likes.

Not only Z, but also his friends and partners, Yeats, Al, Lynn’s family, Ruth’s family, Lord mother and son, police night people, Chairman Evangeline and beautiful Gaia…

If you ask him if he wants to go back, his answer is – no.

“Whether you want to or not, with the current you, you can’t go back. You in that world are already dead.” Hecate’s tone was calm, as if he was talking about the weather or dinner, rather than someone’s life or death.

“…Why did I die?!” Duan Feizhuo raised his voice.

“You are a mystic, don’t you understand this? Energy doesn’t appear out of thin air, it doesn’t disappear out of thin air, it just moves from one place to another, or from one form to another .Leopold Chester should have died, but I used secret techniques to save his life. Correspondingly, another person should die on his behalf—that is himself in another world.”

Duan Feizhuo was speechless. I kill myself?

In his self-perception, he was Duan Feizhuo, not Leopold Chester. He has memories and knowledge of another world, but not Leopold’s. Now Hecate suddenly told him that he and Leopold were in fact the same person… To be honest, it was a little hard to accept.

But no matter how much he resisted, he had no choice but to accept this fact.

Well, there is at least one advantage in this way, he doesn’t have to worry about what Z will do if he finds out that he is a time traveler who occupies the magpie’s nest. He is the real owner of this body, but he has lost a little memory and gained a little more memory.

He needs time to digest the news. Now that his self-perception is a little off, it may take him a long time to get used to the fact that he has two lives.

“Why are you telling me this?” he asked. “I’ve been called all the way to Aberdeen so I can learn about my past?”

The Goddess of the Crossroads curls a lock of her long hair and fiddles absently.

“As I said, something is happening in London. You can avoid some bad outcomes by staying here.”

Weird expression. Shouldn’t it be “you’re safer staying here”? What do you mean by “bad results”? Since Hecate can know what happened in another world, and can even send a person’s soul to another world to reincarnate as a human, can she also predict the future?

“I can’t predict the future.” Hecate said, “I’ve just studied multiple histories and learned a little about its direction.”

Duan Feizhuo felt a little uncomfortable. Every time a question came to his mind, Hecate would answer him. His thoughts have nothing to hide from the forerunners. No one likes to be peeped inside.

“Then when can I go back to London?” He couldn’t help asking, “Will my friends in London be in danger?”

A female voice suddenly sounded from behind: “Sir, is there anything I can do for you?”

When Duan Feizhuo turned around, the female clerk in the clothing store was standing behind him with a courteous smile on her face.

Looking back, Hecate had disappeared without a trace.

“Where’s the lady who came with me?” Duan Feizhuo asked.

The female clerk was at a loss: “You came here alone.”

Could it be that the shopgirl could not see Hecate?

Or is it that Hecate never showed up in the real world from the beginning to the end, and Duan Feizhuo just stood in the clothing store and had a daydream?

He didn’t have time to think about it. Those words of Hecate’s about the events in London lingered like shadows over his mind. He walked out of the clothing store without looking back. The female shop assistant muttered behind his back, “Why is this so, I just look at it but don’t buy it”.

He went straight to Aberdeen Station and bought a ticket for the next train to London.

If it weren’t for the emergency, he would actually like to drop by the Roberts family and visit Ruth’s grave. But now I can’t care about so much. He silently apologized to Ruth in his heart. That kind-hearted girl must understand him.

There were frequent trains to London, and he didn’t have to wait long at the station for the departure. Because it was a temporary ticket, I could only buy a second-class car, and when I opened the window, I would choke on soot. Because it was a night bus, there were not many people on board, so Duan Feizhuo was able to monopolize an entire row of seats.

He’s been on the run since this morning. First went to Soho, and then rushed to Aberdeen without stopping. Not long after I arrived, I had to rush back to London. I was so busy that I hit the back of my head with my feet. After finally being idle, sleepiness flooded in. He fell asleep despite the smell of smoke in the car.

He had a strange dream. This time he did not dream of Hecate, but of Xenophon.

After sleeping for an unknown amount of time, he was awakened by a sound of knocking on the glass.

When I opened my eyes, a crow was circling outside the car window. It was disheveled, as if it had been abused, and the draft of the train made it totter here and there.

When it comes to crows, Duan Feizhuo naturally thinks of…

He looked around to make sure that the other passengers were asleep, and opened the window a small crack. The crow slipped in, landed on the seat opposite him, and returned to human form.

Xenophon’s description is extremely miserable. He seemed to have been beaten, his face was painted, and the corner of his mouth was cracked and stained with blood. The crow-feather-like black hair was messy, and the coagulated blood stained the hair, making the hair clotted into locks.

Duan Feizhuo lowered his voice: “What’s the matter with you?”

“It’s a long story—hiss.” Xenophon touched the corner of his lips, and it hurt so much.

Duan Feizhuo took out a handkerchief and handed it to him. He muttered a “thank you” and covered his face. Soon the handkerchiefs were dyed bright red.

“How did you know I was on this train?”

“There is such a line from Scotland to London. I have seen every train passing by.” Xenophon said, covering his bleeding lips.

“I’ll help you heal.” Duan Feizhuo said.

“No need. It’s not like I can’t do it myself.” Xenophon rolled his eyes at him, “This is an injury caused by a secret technique, and it can’t be cured.”

“What happened in London?” Duan Feizhuo recalled Hecate’s ominous words.

Xenophon nodded: “Boss is in prison.”

“What—” Duan Feizhuo almost yelled, looking at the sleeping passengers around him, he swallowed the yell again. “Who dares to shut him down? He is the leader of the night police!”

“From now on, there will be no night guards.” Xenophon grinned ironically, regardless of the pain, “Dear Mr. Carter, we have dismissed all the people in our entire department. Now all the people in the Abnormal Case Investigation Department are the Scientific Progress Committee people—the occultists they cultivated.”

Duan Feizhuo was dumbfounded.

“That’s why I flew here to find you.” Xenophon continued, “If you go straight to Scotland Yard without knowing anything, it’s no wonder they don’t put you in the dungeon too.”

Duan Feizhuo was suddenly upset. Z is not the kind of person who will obediently catch him without a fight. Even if the queen orders him to be arrested, as long as he feels that the reasons are not justified, he will resist. Such a Z was locked up. This shows that either they held some kind of handle that forced Z to succumb, or they directly defeated Z by force.

“Z he…”

“The boss has been arrested. It’s funny, the leader of the night police has been arrested.” Xenophon laughed angrily, “The rest of us have been kicked out, and the abnormal case investigation department has been replaced by Carter.” My own people. We will get off the bus early, and I will take you to the shelter. I suspect there are their people in King’s Cross Station. Damn, Carter, I must kill that guy and that old woman!”

“Which old crone? The queen? How can you call the queen a crone?”

“Another wretched old woman!” Xenophon was displeased, “The one who turned into a little girl!”

Duan Feizhuo was stunned for a moment before he realized who Bai Nofin was talking about.

“Mrs. Boyle?!” He was shocked, “What the **** is she doing?”

“Didn’t I tell you that not long after she was taken to Scotland Yard, Carter took her away in the name of interrogation. I thought he was really interrogating, but I didn’t expect…”

Gritting his teeth, Xenophon told his story.

A crow stood on a treetop outside the window, staring intently at the room with its yellow eyes.

He recognized the woman in the room. Boyle or something? She was blind in one eye, wearing an eyepatch, and that eye had been blinded by Xenophon, and he could not forget it.

Why is she here? That’s right, she was taken away by Carter. But Xenophon thought that Carter wanted to torture her for some mystical secrets, and that she should be locked up in a cell and tortured. Why did she sit in this beautiful palace like a lady?

Mrs. Boyle did not notice the crow outside the window. She was sitting sideways, and the eye facing the window happened to be the blind one, with limited vision. Even if she saw the crow, she wouldn’t necessarily associate it with the Night Watchman. There are too many crows in the world. If we confirm the past one by one, we may have to confirm the day when the end of the world comes.

Xenophon cursed secretly. That guy Carter brought Boss Z here, and Mrs. Boyle is here too. Are you planning to cheat the boss?

His gaze turned to the next room. It was bigger and more spacious, so extravagant and luxurious that tears of jealousy flowed from the corners of Xenophon’s mouth.

The room was empty. After a while, the door opened, and Carter and Z walked in one after the other.

Carter and Xenophon really wanted to rush in to warn the boss of the fraud, but he restrained his urge. If he did this, he would be alarmed. He would like to see what kind of moth Carter is doing.

Z looked around the empty room, and asked coldly, “Where is Your Majesty?”

Carter replied with a smile: “Your Majesty is receiving foreign envoys at Buckingham Palace today.”

Z turned to face the secretary, his cold expression was in stark contrast to Carter’s smiling face.

“You tricked me into coming here by falsely preaching an imperial decree, isn’t it to chat with me?”

“I really want to chat with you, but unfortunately you seem to have a lot of opinions on me, and you always talk nonsense.” Carter shrugged, “So this time I’ll cut to the chase. Many years ago, your father was still alive At that time, I once made a suggestion to His Majesty, that is to build an army of immortality. Do you know about this?”

Z’s expression froze.

“I know.” He said in a deep voice.

“Your Majesty thought it was inappropriate at the time, so he dismissed his suggestion. Ever since your father unfortunately passed away in an accident,” Carter looked at Z meaningfully, “no one has made a similar suggestion. Until now.”

Z stared at Carter, his red eyes shot out a cold light like a sword, wishing to nail Carter to the wall on the spot.

“What… have you proposed to His Majesty?”

Carter flinched from being stared at by him, and then insisted on putting on a fearless expression.

“I propose the creation of a special force.”

“Undead army?” Z’s eyes became colder.

“That’s right. But we don’t want to transform living people into undead soldiers, but directly replace the human body with machines. After our research, this theory is completely feasible.”

“It’s crazy.” Z said coldly.

Carter raised the corners of his lips: “Don’t you think this is a genius plan? Just imagine, an army that will never be reduced! They will be invincible on the battlefield! All countries in the world must fear us and respect us. We bow our heads! The prestige of the undead army and the glory of His Majesty will be sung in every corner of the world!”

Z looked at Carter like he was looking at a madman.

After a long time, he slowly said: “Well, even if you really want to do this, what does it have to do with me? You called me here just to let me hear about your shocking great plan?”

“Of course it’s more than that. This plan also needs your cooperation.”

“I don’t know much about science and technology, so I’m afraid I can’t help you much.”

“You are the top priority of this plan.” Carter smiled more treacherously, “This plan is hosted by the Science Advancement Committee. I invite you here because I want you to meet our newly invited researcher. “

Z took a step back vigilantly, took off his gloves, and flexed and stretched his metal fingers. He was ready to fight Carter: “Does Your Majesty know that you are falsely preaching imperial edicts?”

“If no one told her, how would she know?”

Carter noticed his defensive move.

“Take it easy, Superintendent Sinya, I’m sure this meeting will be very—easy and pleasant.”

After speaking, he clapped his hands twice.

Mrs. Boyle in the next room heard the clapping, got up and straightened her dress, smoothed her hair, opened the door connecting the two rooms, and walked in with her head held high.

The moment he saw her, Z’s breath stopped. Immediately afterwards, anger welled up. It was as if magma was churning in his chest, he couldn’t help trembling slightly, and he tried his best to restrain the urge to strangle the woman to death on the spot.

“This is the new researcher invited by the Science Progress Committee?” The angrier he became, the colder his tone became, “I felt something was wrong when you took her away from the dungeon. I thought you were greedy for some mysterious philosophy It’s a secret, I didn’t expect it to be like this.”

“Well, it is indeed related to mystical philosophy.” Carter said lazily, “This lady needs you to cooperate with her research.”

“Even without me, this lady can do amazing research.” Z said.

Mrs. Boyle smiled: “Actually, I am surprised that your body can work for so long. Sometimes people accidentally invent something, and even they can’t figure out how it works. I have promised Your Excellency Carter to create undead soldiers for the committee, and all the adults in the committee also want to see my previous masterpieces, so I need to study your body carefully.”

Z rolled his eyes and stared straight at Carter: “Are you cooperating with a murderer?”

Carter said disapprovingly, “Haven’t you killed many people yourself?”

“What if I refuse to cooperate?”

“I’m afraid you have no room to refuse.”

Carter winked at Mrs. Boyle. The latter smiled slightly, moved his lips, and whispered a few spells.

Z froze. He wanted to raise his arm, but there seemed to be an invisible force oppressing his body, making him unable to move freely. What frightened him the most was that that power did not come from outside, but from inside him. It was as if his limbs themselves were resisting his brain.

He had seen this power before in the theater. His body was transformed by Mrs. Boyle herself. How could he defy the creator’s will?

“Well done, ma’am.”

Seeing that the leader of the night watchmen could not move, Carter applauded with satisfaction. He circled the Z with his hands behind his back, like a curious visitor to a museum sculpture.

“Thank you for removing a stumbling block from our plans, ma’am.”

“It’s nothing. We each get what we need.” Mrs. Boyle said relaxedly, “But is it really okay to detain him? His subordinates are not easy to mess with.”

“It won’t be long before he has any men.” Carter sneered, “I don’t think we need the Night Watchman anymore. What do you think?”

“Then who will arrest the hateful mystic?” Mrs. Boyle pretended to be surprised, and her pretentious appearance made Z want to vomit.

Carter cleared his throat and said with a smile: “The Scientific Progress Committee will take over the rest of the work. I think we can do a better job in controlling the mystics.”

He leaned closer to Z, grinned, showing a mouthful of gleaming white teeth, “Do you think so, Superintendent Sinya?”

Suddenly, a crow flew in from the window, and its claws pierced Carter’s eyes. It was so fast, it was like a black lightning bolt.

Carter raised his arm reflexively to block it. The crow’s claws tore his cuff, leaving a deep bloodstain.

Carter screamed, but quickly regained his composure. The previous frivolity and arrogance disappeared from his face. With a cold face, he ordered sharply: “Get rid of it!”

The crow turned deftly in the air, and flew at Mrs. Boyle again.

The empty eye sockets under the mystic’s eyepatch suddenly ached. She remembered the crow. It was this beast who caught her blind!

No, that’s not a crow, but a night watchman! She must gouge out his eyes, and let him taste the taste of death!

She chanted the spell aloud and shot a bolt of lightning at the crow. The crow spun in the air, dodged the lightning, and instantly transformed into a human.

Xenophon landed lightly, poured all his strength into his feet, kicked hard, and rushed towards Mrs. Boyle.

He grabbed the female mystic by the shoulders and pressed her firmly to the ground.

The moment Mrs. Boyle was distracted, Z regained control of his body. A blade of the mechanical prosthetic protruded out, swung the knife and slashed at Mrs. Boyle.

After the initial shock and panic passed, Mrs. Boyle quickly regained her composure. While competing with Xenophon for the surrounding energy, she chanted the spell to suppress Z. Z only swung his sword once and was unable to move again.

“Boss!” Xenophon shouted.

As long as this woman is around, the boss cannot move freely. Xenophon thought to himself. But she is so strong. Although she looks like a young girl of twenty or eight years old, she is an old man who has lived decades longer than Xenophon.

Generally speaking, young mystics are energetic but lack practical experience. Old mystics have experienced many battles, but their bodies are already old, and their control over the mystic arts is not as precise as that of young people. Mrs. Boyle had the best of both worlds, more experienced and less affected by aging.

No wonder she would rather commit the crime of murder than take the girl’s body.

“Run away!” Z shouted.

Carter from behind shook his injured arm and smacked his mouth twice. “This is my favorite outfit.” He gritted his teeth and pulled out a ruby ​​necklace from his neckline.

Holding the necklace, he held out his hand to Xenophon—the hand that was scratched. But Xenophon could see clearly that the wound on his arm had already healed.

— Carter is also a mystic!

How is this possible… The night guards have investigated his family background, he is from an ordinary noble family, and his family has nothing to do with mystics. His secret technique did not come from his family inheritance, so it is only possible that he learned the mystery philosophy the day after tomorrow.

He has been in and out of the Abnormal Case Investigation Section for so long, but he has never revealed his identity once! There are so many night guards, but none of them realize that he is actually their deadly enemy!

This guy really knows how to pretend! He has been pretending to be a high-spirited bureaucrat and a flamboyant dude, so that although everyone hates him, they never feel that he has any real skills. They underestimated him so much.

An invisible shock wave hit his chest. He slammed into the wall heavily, his head buzzed, a dazzling array of gold stars appeared in front of his eyes, and he tasted a rusty taste on the tip of his tongue.

He struck again without waiting for Venus to disappear. Two huge energies collided in the room, and Xenophon gritted his teeth to resist the force released by Carter.

That invisible energy formed countless wind blades, and slashed across Xenophon’s body. He opened a shield of secret arts in front of him, but Mrs. Boyle over there controlled the back of Z and turned to deal with him.

Under the continuous attacks of the two people, spider web-shaped cracks appeared in the secret art shield. Xenophon wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, refused to back down even a single step, and continued to strengthen the shield.

Last time, the night police dispatched three people, plus a foreign aid poet, to subdue Mrs. Boyle. This time, he was the only one fighting alone, and his opponent was Carter whose strength was unknown.

The situation is overwhelmingly bad.

Although he likes to do his own way, he seldom disobeys the orders of the boss (as long as the orders are sincerely issued by the boss, not the kind of nonsense in anger). In normal times, when the boss told him to run, he would run faster than a steam locomotive without saying a word.

But this time he just didn’t want to obey orders.

The night he lost all his family, it was the boss who fell from the sky and rescued him. If he left the boss and ran away alone this time, what was he?

Even if he dies here…

“Xenophon!!” Z said hoarsely.

Xenophon gritted his teeth.

It was not only the boss who came to rescue him that night, but also all the companions of the night watchman. Just now Carter said that there will be no need for night guards in the future, which means that he may want to attack other night guards. Especially that kid… Xenophon had no doubts that as long as Carter had the chance, he would hang that kid first and then hang him in the square to dry.

Someone has to remind them.

Damn, he’s going to say that sentence again: he knows he’s useless, but he didn’t expect to be so useless. It doesn’t matter if you can’t beat the mystic, but you are forced to leave your companions and run away…

Carter and Mrs. Boyle approached him.

Xenophon resisted the urge to curse, removed his shield, and turned the energy into a gust of wind, enveloping his body.

He turned into a crow and flew out of the window on the wind. Mrs. Boyle chased after her, grasped the situation, and stared bitterly at the black spot in the sky that was getting smaller and smaller.

“Stop chasing,” Carter said lazily. “I’ve already sent someone to Scotland Yard. From today onwards, we will take over the Abnormal Case Investigation Section. Those guys won’t make any waves.”

“He owes me an eye,” said Mrs. Boyle coldly.

“When we are done, you can ask him to pay you a few eyes. Now you must help us.”

Carter stuffed the ruby ​​necklace back under his clothes, and walked leisurely in front of Z.

Z is still trying to break out of Mrs. Boyle’s confinement. He tensed every muscle, every component of his prosthetic, against the invisible force that held him down. Cold sweat soaked his shirt, and his wet silver hair stuck to his forehead with beads of sweat dripping from the tips.

“Stop struggling, Superintendent Sinia. Save yourself a little effort, it’s convenient for you and me.” Carter looked at Mrs. Boyle, “What do you want to do with him?”

“Lock it up first.” Mrs. Boyle was a little annoyed, “I’ll disassemble his body later when I’m free.”

“How about being locked in the dungeon of the Night Watchmen? I heard that it is the most secure prison in London. No occultist has escaped for so many years. It is almost time for my people to be stationed in Scotland Yard. They are the most suitable guards.” but.”

Mrs. Boyle smiled sarcastically: “Put the leader of the night watchman in the night watchman’s dungeon? You are really humorous. Then do as you say.”

Carter lifted Z’s chin, taking a moment to appreciate his handsome and pale face: “I’ve always had a question, ma’am, did you make his face, or was he born with this look?”

Z glared at him angrily. If eyes could kill, Carter would have been crushed by Z’s eyes by now.

“That’s how he was when I first saw him. What? You’re interested?”

“If you can use secret techniques to reshape people’s faces and make people more beautiful, then you can earn a lot of money just by this skill!” Carter imagined the glorious future of opening a plastic surgery hospital.

Mrs. Boyle snorted contemptuously: “Is that all you pursue? Making money?”

“… also.” Carter shrugged.

They are after something greater. money? When they have endless power, what do they want?

Xenophon flew crookedly.

His wings hurt so much, and so does his neck. Pain all over my body. The mouth is still bleeding. Several times he passed over people’s heads, and blood dripped on them. Maybe in two days, the urban legend of “blood rain” will spread in London.

He didn’t even know how he got back to Scotland Yard. Probably because he was naturally determined. He landed on the window sill of the Abnormal Case Investigation Section like an airship forced landing, intending to knock on the window with his beak.

However, he was shocked to find that there were a group of people he didn’t know in the office.

Those people were all dressed in black. Although they were dressed like ordinary police detectives, they were covered with a mysterious aura, and they almost had the words “I am a mystic” written on their faces.

Miss Acheson was the only one staying in the office today. Boss Z was called away by Carter, Little Chester went to Aberdeen, and everyone else was outside investigating the tricks of the Science Progress Committee.

Miss Acheson stood at the door of the office, clasped her hands in front of her, raised her head slightly, and was talking to a man who looked like a leader.

“Are you going to dismiss me, sir?” asked Miss Acheson.

“Yes. Everyone in the Abnormal Case Investigation Section has been fired. You can go home, miss.”

“I’m not a policeman, sir. I’m just a typist. I usually type and report. If you fire me, I’ll have to drink Northwest Wind.”

“I’m sorry, miss, but you can find another job. We have our own typists.”

Miss Acheson bit her lip, looking aggrieved. Her desk is occupied by a strange woman. The woman was studying the use of a typewriter, obviously not a skilled typist.

She had no choice but to pack all her things into a satchel and reluctantly left the office. Xenophon’s eyeballs almost popped out. It seemed to be the first time since he came to work at Scotland Yard that he saw Miss Acheson leave the office before the closing time…

I always feel that this woman has been integrated into the office and has become a kind of daily routine, just like the hands of Big Ben rotate step by step every day. If one day it suddenly stopped spinning, it would be no different from the end of the world.

To drive her away would invite some kind of disaster.

The people in black quickly occupied the magpie’s nest. The desk that originally belonged to Xenophon was occupied by a tall and thick man. He even put his feet up on his desk!

Suddenly, a small flame burst out from the files on the table.

The man in black hurriedly grabbed another file, trying to extinguish the flames. However, what he did was only to burn the file in his hand.

Puffs of smoke rose from the filing cabinet. The people in black panicked and opened the cabinet door, but the flames licked their faces directly. There are fires burning on every table. The smoke filled the corridor, and even the ordinary police downstairs were alarmed. They flocked to the floor they never dared get near, pointing and chattering about what was going on.

The people in black jumped around for a while, and finally a certain mystic summoned water to extinguish the flames. There was a mess in the office. All important files were burned to ashes. Those not consumed by the flames were drenched by the water.

Xenophon couldn’t help laughing, and the crow rattled.

The people in black heard the crow and looked out of the window, but Xenophon had already flown away by the wind.

He needn’t worry about Miss Acheson. She knew it. Ms. Q, Mr. R, and the poet were all out investigating clues, and he believed that Miss Acheson would find them. The only thing to worry about is the kid in Aberdeen. He said he would go and come back soon, but didn’t say when. His “quick” may not be the same as Xenophon’s “quick”.

The only good news is that Carter didn’t know he was going to Aberdeen. Even Boss Z didn’t know his whereabouts. Xenophon could find him before they all did, and take him to safety.

They always have a refuge in London.

Since it was unclear when he would return and which train he would take, Xenophon had to go north along the railway. Anyway, the train from Aberdeen to London must pass this track.

Xenophon’s eyesight was astonishingly good after his incarnation as a raven. He crouched on a tree branch by the side of the road, watching every passing train. After monitoring until night, he finally found the man in the second-class compartment of a train.

At the same time, London, Whitechapel District, the beautiful Gaia nursing home.

Chairman Evangeline Black is writing a letter of congratulations.

Some time ago, she read a piece of good news in the newspaper: Mr. Leopold Chester was knighted by Her Majesty the Queen. Her patient, Miss Lynn, told her the same thing.

Mr. Chester is her benefactor, how could she not congratulate on such a happy event? She ordered her staff to prepare some congratulatory gifts, and planned to send them to Mr. Chester along with the congratulatory letter in a few days.

Just as she was thinking about how to speak politely without being too unfamiliar, the voice of preacher Annie Hall was heard outside the door.

“Gentlemen, you can’t go in! This is the nursing home of Beautiful Gaia, and only members of Beautiful Gaia are accepted! Please go back! You can’t just break in! Ah, that’s the office of our chairman! Stop now , you can’t trespass!”

The office door slammed open. Five men in black rushed in, but stopped because of the darkness. They seemed to suspect that there was some kind of trap hidden in the darkness, and they didn’t dare to take another step forward.

Evangeline is used to seeing in the dark and doesn’t need any light. If the light is too strong, it will hurt her instead. This is the curse that their family has suffered – the fate of betraying the Maharaja.

She could tell that these five people were all mystics. She rarely came into contact with the mysterious society, and she didn’t even know a few mystics. She can’t remember when she offended so many people.

“Gentlemen, is there anything I can do for you?” she asked coldly.

The people in black were startled by the sudden sound. Someone conjures a handful of flames, lighting up the office. When they saw Evangeline sitting behind the desk, they tensed up in unison.

“We are detectives from Scotland Yard, on orders to arrest Miss Evangeline Black.”

“Oh? Why?” Evangeline raised her eyebrows.

Lecturer Annie Hall stood outside the door, tiptoeing into the office. Evangeline winked at her. Her face was pale, but she nodded and tiptoed away. She will follow orders.

“We have reliable information,” said the man in black, “that you are a mystic. We have the right to arrest you.”

“Do you have an arrest warrant?” Evangeline asked neither humble nor humble.

The leading man in black took out a piece of paper from his arms, stepped forward and slapped it on the desk.

Evangeline glanced down, and it was indeed an arrest warrant.

“I am the chairman of Beautiful Gaia. If I am arrested, can you guarantee the safety of my subordinates and the patients in the nursing home?”

A twisted smile appeared on the lips of the man in black: “I’m afraid your sanitarium must be closed, ma’am.”

“Really, it’s a pity.” Yi