New Discovery

An awkward atmosphere began to spread, and Aaron looked up at the sky speechlessly.

It was another historical issue left over from the original owner.

You're talking about Aaron, what does that have to do with me, Qin Ming?

Although Alice had known about this for a long time, she couldn't help but glare at Aaron.

She had just arrived in Leyden City and thought she would be able to find Aaron and the Albert Family quickly.

After all, no matter how much a family declined, wouldn't they still have an estate?

But who would have thought that Aaron would dare to sell his home?

What's more, the only Prophet in Leyden City, Tien, was dead, and the last way to find people was gone.

Without an address or a portrait, finding someone in the vast Leyden City could only be a matter of luck.

"But that's all in the past," Degas patted Aaron's shoulder. "At least you've changed a lot from your past self."

"Have we met?"

"It's just that I've seen you. I saw you from afar once. It seems the Goddess of Fate is truly omnipresent."

Degas glanced at Lord Bals intentionally or unintentionally, then casually took out a parchment scroll and handed it to Aaron.

Aaron took it subconsciously and quickly skimmed through it under the light of the magic crystal above.

Magic runes flickered faintly on the parchment, forming a cross-world transcendent anti-counterfeiting mark.

It was the land deed for the Albert Family's estate, which had now been returned to its rightful owner.

Alice subtly pinched Aaron's arm. He understood and quickly said, "Thank you, Mr. Degas, oh no, Uncle Degas."

Degas nodded with satisfaction and patted his shoulder again. "The doors of the Iris Merchant Guild are always open to you. I have some matters I need to discuss with you..."

He deliberately drew out the end of his sentence, his eyes filled with even more amusement. "It's about your wedding with little Alice."

Aaron could clearly feel Alice's relaxed muscles stiffen again.

He turned to look at Alice, only to find that she, uncharacteristically, did not refute Degas. She lowered her head, her expression hidden.

"Alright, alright, we'll talk later. If we delay any further, Lord Bals will blame me." Degas winked at Aaron, then continued, "I'll go down and wander around, chat with some old friends. Oh, right, this is Garcia."

He pointed to the blue-haired young man leaning against the wall not far away. "He's from the Northern Kingdom, a great young man. Perhaps you two could get acquainted."

Aaron subconsciously looked over and saw the blue-haired young man raising his wine glass, nodding to them.

"Uncle, I told you, I don't need protection," Alice said, frowning as she glanced at Garcia.

"Little Alice, you might not need it, but Mr. Aaron will," Degas coughed dryly and changed the subject. "Lord Bals, I heard that something happened to little Alice in the sewers earlier?"

He still looked at Lord Bals with a smile, his tone casual and leisurely, as if reminiscing, but also as if inquiring.

"This is the Lord's Mansion, Guild Leader Degas."

After nodding to Alice and Aaron again, Degas turned and left.

The blue-haired young man named Garcia was still standing quietly not far away, but his gaze had begun to assess Aaron, and the wine glass in his hand had been casually set aside.

"I wonder why Lord Bals wants to see us again?" Alice's attitude turned cold as soon as Degas left.

It hadn't been long since the battle in the sewers, and she clearly remembered Tog's words.

Regardless of whether what he said was a lie, Tien's death was definitely related to Lord Bals.

"Firstly, it is to express my apologies," Lord Bals said, as if not noticing Alice's cold expression. "After all, I am very sorry for that incident."

Alice's tone softened slightly, and she was about to speak again when Aaron interjected coldly, "Perhaps it's because we're still alive that we can hear your apology?"

The impact of these words was too great, and for a moment, even Lord Bals's composure faltered. "Mr. Aaron, what do you mean by that?"

"I later heard from Sart that you, Lord Bals, were involved in the design of the Leyden City sewers, weren't you?"

"Of course, but that was a long time ago."

"I also heard that you only arrived at the scene after Tog died?"

Aaron looked at Alice, who hesitated for a moment and then slowly nodded.

Lord Bals's tone changed subtly. "Mr. Aaron, perhaps you've noticed that Tog and the Crawling Hands you fought were ordinary ones. Those with transcendent powers were all dealing with me."

As he spoke, he casually took out several Heretical Cult cards of different colors, including Black Iron, Bronze, and even Silver. Each card depicted a severed hand with a unique design.

"Tien's card hasn't been completely corrupted yet, but these Crawling Hands are quite troublesome."

Aaron was stunned, his eyes narrowed as he scanned the scattered cards, but he couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

Since the system didn't prompt him, it meant these cards couldn't be converted into Knowledge Points either.

Of course, that wasn't his goal.

"Then, perhaps we should go back?"

Aaron looked at Lord Bals with a half-smile. "Then, Lord Bals, why don't we go back and take a look?"

Alice frowned, looking at Aaron in surprise, not knowing what he and Lord Bals were talking about.

Lord Bals cleared his throat. "A Heretical Cult incident occurred there, and it's temporarily sealed. I can't let the Heretical Cult's aura leak out."

"That's right," Aaron agreed, nodding. A sharp glint flashed in his eyes as he casually dropped the remark, "So why not let Sart and Siosand handle it?"

The Gold Coin Path, Sword Affinity, Holy Grail Path, and even the Scepter Affinity—every class had its methods for clearing out heretical cultist energy. However, only the Gold Coin Path, or rather, the Gold Coin Path Transcendants of the Star Tower, could completely gather and contain such energy.

In Leyden City, there was no one more suitable than Sart and Siosand. Yet, for the past few days, these two had practically stayed in their room, not venturing out!

The conceited Siosand had inadvertently mentioned this matter, complaining that Lord Bals looked down on the people of the Star Tower. He also took a jab at Sart, believing that Sart was definitely the reason the Lord's impression of the Star Tower had been dragged down.

"I'd bet my bottom dollar, Lord Bals, that you walked here instead of taking the fastest, simplest route through the passage."

Aaron said with a smile, but his nerves were on edge, constantly wary of Bals making a sudden move. His skill, "Dream Speech: Language Distortion," was even in a ready state, prepared to be activated at any moment.

"So, Lord Bals, is there anything more important than rescuing two apprentices—one a direct descendant of the Yagrant Kingdom and the other the Tower Lord of the Star Tower?"

Also, everyone can probably feel that the story is entering its final stage...

I don't know how the story I've laid out for nearly a hundred thousand words will wrap up.

It might be great, or it might be terrible...

But I'm still very grateful to you for reading this far~

I've also made some adjustments based on feedback from readers in the review section. The pace might pick up just a tiny bit going forward...

(Don't expect me to speed things up by a lot...)