The mysterious knowledge hidden beneath common sense, even knowledge that defied common sense, was difficult for ordinary people to understand. Even August, who had lived from three centuries ago to the present and devoted enormous effort to studying witchcraft and forbidden knowledge, still misjudged many things. He did not know the true form of the Wrath Spirit. He had merely judged from the voice he constantly heard in his hallucinations, believing that "the dark monster" had been split into two by the witch. One part had been suppressed deep beneath Siberia's permafrost, while the other was entangled with him. Based on this judgment, he decided to keep his distance from the Andre family, and, using witchcraft knowledge he had gathered from heaven knew where, strictly limited the frequency of his contact with them. That was the source of those strange, cryptic letters.
Many of the measures he had taken seemed ridiculous and useless to a true expert, but at least his decision to "stay away from Siberia" had been a wise one. Vivian became even more certain of that after he removed something from the room.
August carried a complicated black wooden box over to Vivian and presented it to her with both hands. "The stone is inside."
"What's this box for?" Vivian studied the wooden box curiously. "Why does it look a little familiar?"
August was astonished. "You've forgotten? This was something you gave me back then as well. You specifically told me and my descendants to keep the box safe, because you said that one day you might come to retrieve it. At first, I thought you had come specifically for this box."
"Did I?" Vivian frowned. "Oh. It looks like I've forgotten something else."
As she spoke, she opened the wooden box and saw the inconspicuous little