Lord Of Succubi:Transmigrated As A Dual Cultivator In Isekai Of Magic - Chapter 442 442 Good to see you

Chapter 442 Chapter 442 Good to see you

“What could Nexus possibly want? Does he have any inkling of my involvement in that incident?” Mike wondered, his mental gears turning with a rapidity. The night of the attempted assassination at the hotel lingered in his memory. He had been present, orchestrating a calculated plan to unsettle Nexus, the satisfaction of a plan well-executed. However, the sudden intrusion of the assassin had forced Mike into an unexpected retreat, shrouded in the shadows to avoid detection.

“Did Nexus catch a glimpse of my involvement that night? Or is this about something else entirely?” Mike pondered, the analytical edge of his thoughts slicing through the uncertainty. The notion that Angel might have inadvertently revealed details gnawed at the corners of his consciousness, but he swiftly dismissed it, as he rationalized that Angel had been asleep throughout the entire ordeal, but a lingering uncertainty lingered in the recesses of his thoughts. The first reveal of this chapter happened through N//0/vel-Biiin.

With a decisive shake of his head, a quiet resolve settled over Mike as he finished his mental deliberations.

Nexus’s visit was an enigma he needed to unravel in person. Whatever Nexus’s intent, Mike, with a calm exterior concealing the machinations of his mind, would confront the situation head-on. Whether it was to confront him with new evidence or for some other reason, Mike prepared to meet the challenge head-on. The laboratory door creaked open as he stepped into the corridor, ready to meet the enigmatic Nexus.

When Mike laid eyes on Nexus, his heart momentarily skipped a beat. However, years of discipline and control allowed him to swiftly regain his composure. He approached Nexus with a calm demeanor, and they exchanged pleasantries, a veneer of friendliness masking the complexity that simmered beneath the surface.

“Good to see you, Nexus,” Mike greeted, a measured smile playing on his lips. Nexus reciprocated with a nod, acknowledging the civility that adorned their interaction.

After the courteous exchange, Mike, with practiced hospitality, invited Nexus to take a seat. They settled onto the cushions, and Mike, displaying a degree of urgency, wasted no time in getting to the heart of the matter. “Why are you here, Nexus?” he inquired, his eyes locking onto Nexus’s with an intensity that belied his calm exterior. “I appreciate your visit, but let’s not beat around the bush.”

Nexus, not one to indulge in unnecessary pleasantries, acknowledged Mike’s direct approach. “I have some questions,” he began, his tone carrying a weight of genuine confusion. “I’m not sure what’s really going on. The police are still investigating the attack on Tiffany, and Nora’s in a coma due to the assassin.”

Mike was relief upon hearing this, his action was swift but well-concealed. A veil of concern replaced any hint of satisfaction as he absorbed the gravity of the situation. He nodded in understanding, maintaining an appearance of composure. “I see …It’s a troubling situation indeed.”

Nexus, sensing an opportunity to glean insights, pressed further. “What’s your opinion on who Necromancer might be?” he inquired, his gaze steady and unwavering.

“I’m afraid I don’t have much information about Necromancer,” Mike responded, his expression maintaining a facade of genuine ignorance. Nexus’s disappointment was palpable, a fleeting shadow that danced across his features.

“Well, Nexus,” Mike began, choosing his words thoughtfully, “Necromancer is a cunning adversary. Someone with a deep understanding of the arcane and a penchant for operating in the shadows. It’s not an easy puzzle to unravel.” His words, while seemingly straightforward, concealed the underlying complexity of his own thoughts.

Nexus, perceptive as ever, nodded in acknowledgment. “True, true. The police seem to be at a loss, and I need every piece of information I can get.”

Mike, keenly aware of the delicate dance they were engaged in, responded, “Of course. I want to help in any way I can. But you understand, Nexus, this situation is as perplexing to me as it is to you.”

As the conversation continued, Mike’s thoughts veered into a silent monologue. “Nexus is fishing for information, trying to gauge if I have any involvement in these events. I need to tread carefully. My actions at the hotel were meant to unnerve him, but the assassin’s unexpected attack disrupted my plans. Now, I must navigate this conversation without revealing too much.”

Nexus, sensing the guarded nature of their exchange, changed the topic slightly. “Mike, have you noticed anything unusual lately? Any peculiar activities or people who might be connected to these incidents?”

Mike look lost, “I dont know, What I do know is that Reaves has amassed a multitude of potential enemies over the years. His political pursuits and the path he took to the top have left him with adversaries aplenty. There’s a considerable amount of blood on his hands.”

Nexus listened attentively, absorbing the implications of Mike’s words. The gravity of Reaves’s complex history painted a canvas of potential motives and suspects. Mike’s advice, delivered with a measured tone, carried a hint of caution. “It might be in everyone’s best interest not to overly interfere in this matter,” Mike suggested, his eyes locked onto Nexus’s. “Let the police handle it. It’s their job, after all.”

Nexus, acknowledging the wisdom in Mike’s counsel, nodded at intervals. The intricacies of the situation were not lost on him, and the need for a measured approach echoed through the room.

Nexus, though disappointed, couldn’t ignore the logic in Mike’s words. “I understand. It’s just frustrating not to have any leads. Tiffany and Nora deserve justice.”

Mike nodded in agreement, a tacit acknowledgment of the gravity of the situation. “Justice will prevail, Nexus. Sometimes, it’s a matter of letting the authorities do their job.”

Nexus, however, seemed reluctant to entirely relinquish control. “I just can’t shake the feeling that there’s more to this than meets the eye,” he confessed, his eyes searching Mike’s for any sign of revelation.

Mike met Nexus’s gaze with a level stare. “I get it. But jumping into the unknown without solid leads can be risky. You might end up causing more harm than good,” Mike cautioned, his voice measured and calm.

Nexus, torn between the desire for answers and the caution advised by Mike, let out a frustrated breath. “I guess you’re right. It’s just hard to stand by when someone I care about is in danger.”

Mike leaned forward, his expression sympathetic. “I understand your concern, Nexus. But sometimes, patience is the key. Let the investigators follow the trail, and when the time is right, you will act.”

Nexus, albeit reluctantly, nodded in agreement. “You’re probably right, Mike. I just hope they find the answers soon.”

“I appreciate your insights, Mike,” Nexus said, his disappointment tempered by a genuine sense of gratitude. “I think I’ll take your advice and let the police handle it for now.”

Mike inclined his head in acknowledgment. “I’m here if you ever need assistance, Nexus.”

Nexus, appreciating the sentiment, decided it was time to leave. “Thank you, Mike. I’ll keep that in mind,” Nexus replied, preparing to take his leave.

Mike smiled, “I’ve enjoyed our conversation. Let’s meet like this again sometime.”

Nexus mirrored the smile. “I’d like that. Thanks again, Mike,” Nexus expressed his gratitude before turning to depart.

As Nexus moved toward the exit, his gaze inadvertently fell upon a painting in Mike’s office.