Would the Executive Like to Travel?

North Borough, St. Samuel Cathedral.

Leonard pushed a cart through the corridor.

"Rattle..."

The cart wheels made a sound as they rolled. Three crates were stacked neatly on top, making it somewhat laborious to push, though they were not as heavy as metal.

Leonard knew well that curiosity killed the cat, so he did not open the crates to see what was inside. Although there was no one else in the corridor, he kept his eyes straight ahead as he walked toward his destination.

Without slowing his pace, his mouth did not stay idle either. "Old Man, have you remembered anything from the past? Have you recalled who that ancient aura belonged to?"

Clearly, Leonard was still preoccupied with that peculiar middle-aged man.

Official files indicated that the man's name was "Dwayne Dantès," a wealthy businessman who had found success in the Southern Continent. Yet the Church's internal investigation had uncovered deeper information—Dwayne Dantès was actually an adventurer from the Southern Continent, and much of his income involved gray areas.

Leonard did not believe it was that simple.

That mysterious being had been able to notice Old Man and identify his nature and origins... He could not possibly be just an ordinary adventurer!

"No."

Pallez's aged voice sounded in his mind, seemingly carrying a trace of impatience.

"Is it really that you haven't remembered, or are you afraid?"

Leonard sensed the perfunctory tone in those words and could not help needling him.

"Aren't you afraid?"

Pallez Zoroast's voice rang lazily through his mind with mockery. "If you weren't afraid, you wouldn't have deliberately pretended to be ill and let someone else conduct the dream examination of Dwayne Dantès in your place."

"You sure talk a lot of nonsense."

Leonard could not help rolling his eyes, ending the conversation himself.

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