Chapter 445: Clueless
Chapter 445: Clueless
If someone's fate is rewritten, how can one identify the mastermind behind it?
Facing this question, Lindsay and Valala sat in the room, staring at each other for a good while, but neither could come up with a feasible solution.
The fact was, they had no idea.
"Skills can be activated without being near the target."
"And even if fate has already been altered, those within it are unable to perceive the details."
"People themselves can't see their own fate, let alone whether it has been tampered with."
Lindsay covered his face with his right hand, feeling helpless.
Valala added from the side:
"Lindsay, according to what you said, this guy guided Anthony and Lina's fate. A person with such abilities must be a Writer at least at the Seventh Stage to possess such power."
Lindsay furrowed his brows and asked:
"So, if we don't have any other clues, how can we catch a glimpse of the perpetrator?"
Valala controlled her inner anger:
"Anyway, in this situation, let's analyze it calmly."
The girl, from the perspective of a native of Thousand Sails City, came to this conclusion:
"Since there's an Awakened at the Seventh Stage involved, it's best to inform Lina's family."
"After all, she's a member of the White Star Clan, and her father is a powerful figure at the same level."
But when she mentioned this, Valala's face fell:
"But that guy, most likely, doesn't want to see his daughter and Anthony elope, which is like breaking up their marriage, right?"
Valala was in a dilemma.
Lindsay then asked:
"What about informing the Art Association in the city?"
"No matter how you analyze it, they wouldn't allow such a thing to happen within their territory, would they?"
Valala shook her head with a bitter smile:
"The Art Association would naturally prohibit such things, but without solid evidence and not involving a critical figure in the city, they won't take action."
"..."
Lindsay lowered his head in thought.
Facing this clueless situation, it's best to leave the decision to those directly involved.
"Since that's the case, let's tell Anthony and Lina about the situation."
Valala shrugged, implicitly agreeing with this choice.
Then she jumped onto the bed with a 'plop', her whole body sinking into the bedding, lying spread-eagled:
"Lindsay, what kind of person do you think is pulling the strings of their fate?"
"And what's the purpose of doing this?"
Lindsay tried to explain:
"Perhaps that person has a grudge against the Kuwait family?"
"Anthony is just an ordinary person. Unless Lina has other suitors, why would anyone have a reason to cause trouble for him?"
Valala looked at the ceiling, blinking.
Lindsay then mentioned his encounter at the small theater while searching for Lina that night:
"Lindsay, do you remember that actress from the Fenbhrum Theater?"
Lindsay replied:
"She wanted to steal emotions to better portray her role in the play."
"Right, some people just don't make sense." Valala bit her lip, "You think the person who changed Anthony and Lina's fate might have done it for a similar purpose?"
Valala's musings suddenly reminded Lindsay of their encounter on the way to Thousand Sails City.
"Mermaid Island!"
"Valala, wasn't it when you went to investigate that you encountered a Fallen Artist on that island?"
Valala also jumped up:
"You mean—when Anthony was on that island, a Fallen Artist took notice of him!"
Lindsay nodded slightly:
"I think so too."
Valala said:
"Then it depends on the Art Association's investigation results."
"According to the distance of that island, it should take more than a week to get the results!"
"..."
Subsequently, Lindsay informed Anthony and Lina, who were still in each other's arms, about the situation.
After helping as much as possible, Wah Wah Wah and Lindz returned to their room to rest, ensuring they didn't stay up all day.
The next morning, the false sunlight in the Artisan Mansion rose from outside the window.
Lindz's excellent lifestyle was manifested through his Source Energy Fluctuation, and he blinked slightly before getting out of bed.
But when he turned to look to the side, he discovered Wah Wah Wah, with her upper body tucked into the covers and her lower body dangling off the bed.
"Your sleeping posture..."
Lindz approached.
Perhaps due to the poor sleeping posture, faint snoring with a rhythmic pattern could be heard from within the enclosed covers.
"Sigh..."
Lindz sighed.
He weakly moved the girl's leg back onto the bed and straightened her body.
Only then did he turn and leave the room, fetching hot water before heading to the manor hall to get two cups of milk, a loaf of bread, and two eggs.
When he returned to the room for the second time that morning, he found Wah Wah Wah had gotten out of bed, rubbing her eyes sleepily.
"Lindz..."
The girl stretched out her arms, swaying slightly as she spoke to Lindz:
"What time is it now?"
"You got up so early and didn't call me?"
Lindz walked over, placing the tray on his lap, and they ate together:
"You look tired, so I thought you should rest more."
Wah Wah Wah picked up a cup of milk and blinked at the eggs and bread, twisting her neck to the right:
"Can I have the bread? I don't like eggs!"
Lindz nodded naturally:
"Of course, no problem."
Breakfast time ended quickly.
After a busy day yesterday, Wah Wah Wah didn't have time to tidy up, and her hair was as messy as a bird's nest.
However, she was too lazy to care.
She patted her head, put on a straw hat, and considered her appearance sorted.
Meanwhile, Lindz, with his good habits, took out an ancient scroll and read it at the table in the guest room:
"A skill that can lead to different development paths. This secret was originally known only to the Divine Court, but a sinner revealed it to the world."
"The ruler sent out an army to hunt down the sinner in the Withered Stone Basin."
"The number of casualties was countless, and the Source Energy was tainted with the breath of death, transforming the battlefield into a graveyard..."
"The secret was exposed, and the path of tyranny was no longer the same. The essence of combat and the rise of defenders..."
"The avenger visits.'
'The Communicator intends to build a city, praying for the master to give shelter.'
'The master of the Divine Court, perished in the civil war...'
'...'
'Lindz, what are you reading?'
Wah Wah Wah leaned against him from behind, her whole body leaning on Lindz's back, her white arms wrapped around his chest.
The girl looked at the scroll on the table, her face full of question marks:
"What kind of gibberish is this?"
"It's not a common font, and it doesn't seem to be an artistic font either. Is this a script used in some remote area?"
This action caused Wah Wah Wah's hair to fall on Lindz's face, making him feel a little itchy.
Lindz felt embarrassed to remind her.
So he turned his gaze away, focusing all his attention on the scroll in front of him:
"This scroll is from a very distant past."
"I found it in an ancient ruin on my way to the Seven Seas Alliance."
Wah Wah Wah curiously asked:
"How long ago? How long?"
Lindz replied:
"At least several tens of thousands of years."
Wah Wah Wah was completely stunned by this number.
"Several tens of thousands of years?"
"Such ancient history, still passed down through writing to this day..."
Knock, knock, knock—
At this moment, there was a knock on the door.
"Mr. Lindz, Miss Wah Wah Wah." The waiter's voice came from outside the door. "In the hall, there are several Red Robe Enforcers looking for you. Would you like to come out and meet them?"
(End of Chapter)
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