829. The Historian

Historian

Talin Kingdom.

Warren sat in the workshop, staring blankly at several sketches.

Fetch pushed the door open and entered, his face somewhat pale.

"Are you all right?"

Warren asked with concern.

"I'm fine. Several Bishops from the Appraisal Office have concluded that I've cleared myself of suspicion..." Fetch did not take off his coat. "What about you? Did you find that woman?"

"No... She seems to be invisible. There's no information on her at all... That's simply impossible."

Warren shook his head. "I suspect... she might be a high-level spy cultivated by the Free City-State Alliance..."

"Besides that, more than half the people in that town were infected. The Guardians of the Natural Church handled the aftermath... and the secret realm disappeared as well."

Fetch clapped his hands. "The only valuable intelligence we've obtained so far is that there's a portrait of a man named Turing in Storm Manor. You have no idea how much significance lies behind that clue."

"Hm? What's the problem?" Warren looked somewhat surprised.

"That Turing is too ordinary. We obtained his entire record from the Forest Kingdom. Aside from suddenly disappearing over a decade ago, his life was far too normal—too normal for him to suddenly appear at Storm Manor and make a prophecy..."

"Perhaps he became a transcendent during those ten years he was missing." Warren shrugged.

"That possibility can't be ruled out, but I know an obscure historian who has a different opinion. Haven't you noticed I haven't even changed clothes? Let's go!"

Fetch dragged Warren out of the laboratory and into a carriage.

"To the slums, White Phosphorus Street, Number 60."

At Fetch's command, the carriage immediately set off.

"Say..." Warren scratched his scalp. "This historian you mentioned lives in the slums?"

"Yes. His name is Uzwich Polundo. He used to