"I decided to start investigating from the residents around that house, and I will definitely be able to find the person who last saw Francis."
De Gaulle snapped his fingers, stood up and quickly put on his coat.
He looked at Victor: "Do you want to come together? We'll hire a carriage and travel, and we'll no longer be in poverty from now on."
Having just received the commission money, he looked confident and confident.
"Okay..." Victor moved his buttocks and was about to stand up, but suddenly, he sensed the fluctuation in his mind coming from the Taoist temple.
Someone entered the secret residence and lit high incense to contact him!
Then, there was a cry of nervousness and anxiety.
"help me……"
Victor's expression suddenly changed. As soon as he stood up, he squatted down and covered his stomach, making a painful gesture.
"Hey! Watson! This is a critical moment, how can you let go?" De Gaulle noticed Victor's state, frowned and knelt down to look at him, "What's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"
Victor showed a wry smile and replied: "Maybe it's because of the reversal of work and rest in the past few days, and the lack of nutritional intake. I should... uh... I think I should go find a clinic. I'm sorry, Shaklo."
"Okay! Okay! This is your part." De Gaulle stuffed a bunch of faka into Victor's jacket pocket, "Young man, if you want to be a qualified detective, you must work with an inquiring mentality. You
There is still a lot to learn... I know you want to run away, forget it, I will treat it as a day off for you today."
De Gaulle obviously saw that Victor was pretending to be ill, but he didn't care too much, thinking that Victor didn't want to do anything without profit after getting the money.
After all, continuing to investigate would be too troublesome.
Afterwards, Victor held his stomach and left the office.
He quickly found an inexpensive hotel, booked a room with the receptionist, immediately went in and sat cross-legged on the bed, holding the key in his right hand, and quickly fell asleep.
…
In the quiet woodland outside the secret lodge, Abigail anxiously waited for the response from the existence. She felt that people from the Inspection Bureau would find her soon.
At this moment, the surrounding space shrank and folded, and the ruined and pure Taoist temple appeared in front of her like a teleport.
Abigail looked at the Taoist temple, with tears in her eyes, and rushed in regardless.
Victor was wrapped in yellow clothes and sat on the futon in the middle. He looked at the lady running towards him anxiously. He was a little confused. Fortunately, the shadow wrapped in the yellow clothes helped him hide his expression.
"Mr. Yi...please...please save me..."
Abigail fell to the ground with a thud, her face full of pain and grief, and everything was covered with tears.
The originally delicate face became distorted in Victor's eyes, as if Abigail's self-perception was being shaken.
"I will listen..."
He only replied calmly, but in his heart he felt uneasy along with Abigail.
"Mr. Yi... I didn't do anything... I didn't do anything..." Abigail's emotions seemed to be on the verge of collapse, "I was framed... They wanted me to bear the sins of the Yotun Catastrophe.
…But you know, it wasn’t me! It wasn’t me…”
Later, Victor listened to her tell everything without saying a word, including the fact that Aunt Rachel went to the judge to plead for Abigail, but unfortunately died outside the other party's house.
The more I listened, the more shocked I became!
Victor hasn't contacted Abigail for a long time. He knew that the other party was a victim of the Jotun disaster and was very pitiful, so he let her rest well last time and tried not to come forward. He searched for her while hiding herself.
Gradually detect the coming Immortals.
Who knew that the Greybean government would actually engage in such an outrageous operation!
Push out a woman who has suffered so much to bear the sins of the entire country.
Victor's breathing quickened unconsciously, and it took a lot of effort for him to stabilize himself.
In front of her was Abigail's desperate plea, and she became her only hope.
but……
What exactly can Victor do?
His true self is just a small person, and even if he is a seer, he is only a secret transmitter.
No matter how powerful the fire spell is, can it blow up the entire Greybean Empire? Not to mention that they are thousands of miles apart, with a terrifying sea of silence in between.
Powerless, insignificant, pathetic...
Victor felt intense guilt in his heart.
These people...these people who entered the Taoist temple and were "fooled" by me.
Abigail, Michael, Adolph.
They trust themselves so much and regard themselves as the supreme existence hidden in the dark, especially Abigail. When she was investigating the blood-vengeance ritual, she almost did whatever Victor asked her to do, and she also shared her own secrets.
Information gained through risk...
Now, she is about to be burned to death!
And it all started because she trusted herself!
Victor's feeling of powerlessness became stronger and stronger. This feeling was just like watching Father Sang die in front of him at the bottom of Rose Lake.
Abigail was still crying there, but Victor could no longer hear any sound in his ears.
Is this the insignificance of mortals?
Neither one can change the trajectory of the general trend, nor can one fight against high-ranking extraordinary beings. If one relies only on cleverness and cunning, he will eventually be crushed by the real authority...
After a long time, he raised his head and sighed in the yellow shadow.
Abigail froze when she heard this sigh, as if she had seen the day when she was about to be executed.
However, Victor finally said to her: "As you can see, there are ten places in this assembly. Only those chosen by fate are qualified to establish contact with me. You are the core member here, Miss Writer, so as a
Master of the Taoist temple, of course I will..."
Before she could finish her words, Abigail suddenly looked frightened, and her body disappeared instantly.
"Protect your safety..."
As soon as the last words came out of his mouth, Victor immediately stood up, walked to the location of the spiritual tablet, and touched Abigail's spiritual tablet with his finger.
As the ripples in front of him spread, he saw that in the dark prison, Abigail was anxiously hiding a sheep skull statue in the corner, and outside her, several uniforms and soldiers from the Saiguo Inspection Bureau
Somewhat similar investigators are carefully examining a body with a slit chest.
This confirmed Abigail's situation. She was now as scared as a wounded wild dog.
Stopping observation, Victor sat back on the futon, feeling unable to calm down for a long time.
Calm down and think about it carefully, what kind of madness has Gray Bein got so mad that he wants to put such a woman to death?
What is the value of Abigail?
Is it because the article is well written?
No, that's not right...
Victor suddenly came into contact with something.
Abigail's value, her implicit value, isn't it that she can communicate with herself?
Could it be...
Thinking of this, Victor suddenly became frightened.
Yes, the immortal who descended on the Western Continent was not Crow and Downey.
Maybe the other party doesn't know anything else except that some part of themselves was taken away by external forces during the descent.
At least he didn't know Victor's specific location, otherwise he would have killed him long ago.
So, did He discover some secret hidden in Abigail, suspect that she was communicating with him, and wanted to lure him out through her?