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Sacia took the notebook, flipped to a blank page, and lightly traced her fingertips over it. For the first time, clear astonishment appeared in her eyes: "It really... disappeared?"

Closing the notebook, she observed it carefully, trying to find some subtle difference, but the cover of the notebook looked exactly the same as when she had first obtained it.

"I tried before; no pen or ink could leave a mark on it. It seems it truly is a... very special item."

The disappearance of the dark red ancient hieroglyphs on the notebook did not disappoint her; instead, a flash of certainty and fanaticism crossed her eyes, making her even more convinced of the notebook's extraordinary nature.

She added, "This was well worth the price I paid to acquire it in the Southern Continent!"

Gallo watched her calmly. He picked up the Ceylon Black Tea that the cafe waiter had just brought and took a slow sip. Even though he knew the true origin of this notebook, he would not expose Sacia's lie at this moment; in his eyes, this woman was like a venomous snake lurking in the grass.

"Please rest assured!" Placing the teacup on the table, Gallo added at the right moment, pointing to his temple: "All the content has been completely recorded right here.

Before I began translating the contents of this notebook, I read through everything on it. The text disappeared after I finished reading, but fortunately, my Memory is quite good.

The translation in the envelope is the first draft I compiled based on my memory. If, after reading it, you feel that the expression of certain ancient characters might have translation discrepancies, or if you have any other questions, I can correct or explain them for you at any time. Later, I will also commission others to borrow historical books about the Askia Dynasty of the Southern Continent from the library to check for any potential errors."

Gallo continued: "Such follow-up services are free of charge. After all, you spent 50 Nalang; with that much money, I naturally have to provide proper supporting services."

He acted like a businessman who strived for perfection and valued his reputation.

Sacia gave Gallo a deep look, as if trying to discern something beneath his calm exterior.

A moment later, she carefully put away the blank notebook and the envelope, then took a Fengman Bank promissory note from her handbag and placed it on the table.

"This is the remaining thirty Nalang.

Your ability satisfies me. Just as you said, if I need follow-up services, I will come to find you again!" She stood up, her tone remaining flat, and then left directly.

Gallo looked at the promissory note, feeling little joy in his heart. He held the "small denomination" Fengman Bank note in his hand, which featured the bank's gold-stamped emblem.

He then tucked it into the inner pocket of his jacket. Two days ago, when Sacia first appeared before Gallo through Stur's introduction and entrusted him with this task, offering to pay 50 Nalang, Gallo had only felt excitement. But now, having been passively drawn into her unknown scheme, he felt only vigilance that the crisis had not yet been resolved.

However, since the other party held the documents Gallo had translated, he should be able to turn this passive situation into one that was favorable and controllable for him.

After Sacia left, Gallo observed through his Eye of Spirituality that Malcolm also stood up and followed her, though the remaining two people remained seated in their original positions.

As Malcolm left, Gallo's Inspiration sensed that the many hidden gazes in the dark were like a plucked spiderweb, shifting with Malcolm's departure.

So, who are these people watching Malcolm in the dark? What faction are they? Gallo closed his eyes, focusing his Inspiration as projected images flashed through his consciousness.

Eventually, the vision settled on the scene he had seen earlier while performing psychometry on the Human Skin Notebook: it was the moment Malcolm pulled out a fake "Clovin" ID to threaten Professor Vanason.

In Gallo's Inspiration, this fake Clovin ID was a key. When Gallo formed an uncertain guess about a matter, his Inspiration could find clues from past traces and link them together.

Then, the image flickered, appearing like blurred colored frosted glass before slowly becoming clear.

Gallo saw Malcolm lying on the ground, his long trench coat stained with large patches of blood, spitting out bloody foam, his eyes filled with a desperate craving to survive.

Through Malcolm's perspective, Gallo saw that the person opposite him was very cold, standing there like an iron tower. The person wore thin black leather gloves, and on the wrist of the glove was an emblem of an intersecting long sword and long shield, with a black iron cross star on the hilt.

"It's Clovin!" Gallo reined in his Inspiration. He had just seen a future scene involving Malcolm through remote viewing, and he also understood that these people tracking Malcolm in the dark were Clovin, the Imperial Security Committee.

After Sacia left the Moonlight Cafe, she did not go far.

She paused at a quiet street corner outside Lubo Lane, and soon, Malcolm caught up.

Sacia said very coldly: "You shouldn't have appeared there. Gallo has a very strong memory. If you appear in front of him a second time, he will definitely recognize where he saw you before."

Malcolm shrugged: "If the matter is finished, then there is no need to continue tracking the other party."

"I got the item." Sacia shook the envelope and notebook in her hand.

"But the text on the notebook has disappeared. I tested it before; it couldn't be written on, and the text couldn't be erased. So, something unknown to us must have happened during the translation process.

Perhaps the text disappears once someone has fully read and understood the contents of the notebook.

Or... the text on it has a shelf life, and it just happened to expire right after he finished translating it."

Malcolm raised an eyebrow: "So now we have to rely on that kid's translation."

"The notebook has indeed become blank; he couldn't have faked that.

Besides, he proactively offered free follow-up translation corrections." Sacia analyzed calmly: "His ability is genuine, and he might still be useful for our subsequent plans."

Malcolm took out a Fenso coin and toyed with it at his fingertips: "According to the original plan, we were supposed to wait until he finished, hand the translated content to the High Priest, and after confirming there were no issues, dispose of the kid. After all, unlike Vanason, that kid has grasped the secrets on this notebook.

But if the kid still has utility, we can wait a while..."

He flicked the coin up, caught it on the back of his hand, covered it, and then slowly moved his palm away—the side with the number was facing up.

"It seems luck is on his side," Malcolm said.