Shade frowned slightly, while Mr. Bernhardt stared in astonishment.
"Wilson, do you know what you're saying?"
"I saw it all. Yes, I saw it all. The wise man will lead Destruction. No one can stop any of this. It is destined! Oh! Oh!"
He groaned several times in succession, struggling to rise, only to collapse back into his chair. The breaths forced from his lungs sounded utterly strange, and he himself seemed to have lost all strength.
Fortunately, Mr. Bernhardt had cast a Silence Charm beforehand. Otherwise, everyone on the entire floor would have known that a madman lived here.
"Shade, what do you think?"
Seeing that Mr. Wilson had become impossible to communicate with again, Mr. Bernhardt turned to Shade.
Shade remained silent for quite a while before finally speaking in a low voice:
"How about having this gentleman tell The Church about it?"
"No, I won't go to The Church!"
The middle-aged man with messy yellow hair suddenly shouted. Mr. Bernhardt helplessly explained to Shade:
"When he was young, he made some small mistakes. He was pursued by The Church and fled here to seek protection from his fellow Bloodkin. Although his record has been cleared now, there's no way he can go to The Church."
Seeing Shade's strange expression, Mr. Bernhardt hurriedly waved his hands again:
"Not drinking the blood of living people. We don't accept that kind of Bloodkin. Most of them are on the New Continent, mixed up with the Blood Spirit School. He was simply foolish when he was young. Because he knew divination, he ran to the entrance of the Nature Church at night and threw dead chickens and ducks there to provoke them. Then a Ring Arcanist Squad returning from a mission at the church caught him red-handed."
"Then go to the