Chapter 385: Old Acquaintances
Chapter 385: Old Acquaintances
Nomah?
Even as an Elder of the Temple of the Gods, known as the 'Dark Wizard' Abbott, couldn't help but feel helpless at this moment.
Humans,
always have their weaknesses, and he was no exception.
"I'm sorry."
With a sigh, Abbott spoke to the two of them:
"I don't intend to sell this residence."
"I'm afraid not." The real estate agent, Lin, flipped through her files and smiled, "According to the property registration information, this residence belongs to your youngest daughter, Miss Nomah."
"You are only staying here temporarily."
"Selling the property only requires Miss Nomah's consent. You have no right to veto the sale, and it's indeed inconvenient for you to live in such a large place by yourself."
Abbott's expression darkened.
Today, the 'Dark Wizard' was dressed in an old-fashioned tuxedo, holding a cane, and exuded an air of nobility.
This nobility was accumulated over many years, and every move he made adhered to noble etiquette.
At this moment, with his eyebrows slightly lowered, Lin felt a chill in her heart, as if she were being watched by some unseen force. Instinctively, she took a step back and hid behind Karl.
"Sir, this is Miss Nomah's instruction. She wants to sell the house urgently, and Professor Karl happens to be in need of one."
"Professor Karl?"
Abbott's eyes flickered:
"Professor Karl from the Polytechnic Institute?"
"Yes."
Karl gave a faint smile and nodded:
"I didn't expect you to know me, sir."
What a coincidence, Abbott narrowed his eyes.
He had been keeping an eye on the people around Professor Jim, including Karl who took over the laboratory.
"I heard that Professor Karl's research project is well-received. I occasionally hear about it."
Smiling, Abbott spoke, "It's an honor that Professor Karl likes this residence, but there are indeed many inconveniences here."
"It doesn't matter." Karl looked up and examined the manor:
"I'll discuss it with whoever has the ownership here. For now, the ownership lies with your daughter."
"May I take a look inside?"
Abbott's expression remained unchanged, but his grip on the cane tightened, and his mental sea's spell circuit began to flicker.
Two ordinary people...
With Tier 3 supernatural abilities, he had ways to deal with them.
"Abbott!"
Just as he was about to take action, a figure rushed into the manor, her eyes blazing with anger as she shouted at Abbott:
"They are my guests. What are you trying to do?"
The newcomer was in her early twenties, wearing a long dress, and her fierce demeanor as she approached Abbott.
She was Nomah.
Abbott's youngest daughter.
However, the relationship between the two was clearly not close, and they seemed like enemies, directly addressing her father by name.
"Nomah." Abbott frowned:
"This place is not for sale."
"Why not?" Nomah raised an eyebrow:
"This estate was left to me by my mother. You are only staying here temporarily. I'm asking you to leave now."
"Mr. Abbott!"
"Don't make me call the police to evict you!"
"Nomah..." Abbott's eyes held a complex emotion:
"Your mother's situation is not as simple as you think."
"I don't care!" Nomah's eyes turned red:
"Regardless of the reason, you killed my mother, and you won't even give me an explanation."
"Please leave!"
Abbott opened his mouth, his gaze falling on his angry daughter, and finally, he sighed in resignation.
"Alright."
"Please give me some time to pack my things."
"Of course." Karl strode into the manor, and the first thing that caught his eye was a large portrait.
The portrait depicted a beautiful woman.
"She is the first person we want to commemorate. I hope that before we settle the ownership of this residence, Professor Karl will not touch anything here."
Abbott spoke:
"Especially the portraits here."
"..." Karl looked at the woman in the painting, her eyes complex:
"Okay."
"Remiller!"
The messenger angel under the 'Lord of Dawn', the Cardinal of the Red in the mortal realm, later known as the archangel.
It was her.
"Hmm!"
Barrow struggled to open his eyes, his entire body aching intensely. After gritting his teeth for half a day, he finally managed to prop himself up.
"Where am I?"
Before him was a massive glass enclosure, and he lay in pristine white bedding with an IV drip attached to his wrist.
"You're awake."
A familiar voice reached him:
"As expected of a genetically optimized physique, a normal person would've needed at least seven days and seven nights to wake up."
"Professor Jim!" Barrow's eyes widened, and he reached out to lift the covers and look in the direction of the voice.
Jim, dressed in a safety suit, held a tablet and nodded towards him:
"6◇9◇9◇"
"Do you want to get up and walk around?"
Barrow's clothing resembled a hospital gown, and there was still an IV needle on his wrist.
Barefoot, he followed behind Jim, observing the surroundings.
"Such advanced machinery!"
"Indeed."
Jim nodded, his eyes gleaming:
"Here, we have the most advanced genetic testing equipment in the world, along with complementary research facilities."
"Now..."
"They all belong to us!"
"Professor," Barrow spoke softly:
"You haven't told me where this place is yet."
"Does it matter?" Jim turned around, his eyes wide:
"Here, we have me, you, all the equipment, and many researchers to assist in our studies..."
"Does the location matter?"
Barrow opened his mouth, then closed it.
He knew Jim was obsessed with research projects, but he never imagined it would go this far.
As long as the research needs were met, he probably wouldn't care even if he were locked up in prison.
"Professor."
Barrow spoke up:
"Tracy still doesn't know you're alive. She's been very upset lately. You should let her know."
"Tracy..." Jim frowned:
"She's grown up. She needs to rely on her abilities and stand on her own. She can't depend on me for everything."
"As her father, isn't that an irresponsible thing to say?" Barrow frowned and couldn't help but say:
"Tracy has never received anything from you since she was little. Sometimes, she even had to figure out her own living expenses. No one can deny your achievements in research, but you can't forget about your family."
"Enough!" Jim's face showed displeasure:
"What's the point of family matters?"
"You want to know where this place is? Then I'll tell you. This is one of the bases of the Temple of the Gods."
"..." Barrow pursed his lips. He liked Tracy, and naturally, from her perspective, he was dissatisfied with Jim. But there was no point in saying these things now.
At this moment, he took a deep breath:
"The Temple of the Gods?"
"What's this?"
"A long, long time ago, this world had gods, or at least that's what the people of the Temple of the Gods believed." Jim shrugged:
"A group of people came together to revive the deities, and that's how the Temple of the Gods was formed."
"The Temple of the Gods is one of the three major organizations in the supernatural world."
"What are the other two?" Barrow asked: "What are they?"
"The Night Watch is the Federation's supernatural organization, established to address the harm caused by supernatural powers to ordinary people."
"As for the Blood Alliance..."
"A mysterious group of vampires, no one knows who's in this organization or where they're based. They're also enemies of the Temple of the Gods."
Taking a breath, Jim continued:
"Aside from these three organizations, there are others who have encountered supernatural powers, like the Bito Corporation, which has its own supernatural militia. Even the Night Watch in Fast City wouldn't dare provoke this corporation."
"In summary..."
"The most influential and wealthy people in this world have all come into contact with supernatural powers."
(End of Chapter)
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