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Compared with the other Pathways, the Hunter Pathway was relatively safe? Then it seemed I had made the right choice. ✊💚  ඏ☆

Unfortunately, the rest had been blocked due to Knowledge Authority. Still, it was not hard to tell that this Pathway had enemies.

The earlier statement was harder to understand. Some kind of Evil Spirit should not have characteristics? Forget it, I would leave that alone for now.

As for the other Watcher's reply, it was roughly the same as what the numbered Watcher had said earlier. So Mother's teacher's family was that formidable, only one step away from becoming a god. But this Watcher called "Garen" had also said, "Unfortunately, there is no chance anymore." It seemed the Abraham Family could no longer produce a True God.

As Sifa read, he let his thoughts wander and continued through the other replies.

"Number 20201127005040375: Abraham was an Angel Family from the Fourth Epoch. They were powerful and supported the Black Emperor. At the same time, they were also a cursed family. You do not need to investigate the source of the curse. They are cautious now, careful. Teaching your mother was one of their attempts. If you want to deal with them now, you need to establish contact with someone—the author of Wuthering Heights, Fors Wall."

"No_Words: If Abraham's ancestor breaks free of the seal now, it will mean the ritual is complete, and he will become a god upon landing."

Hmm, Abraham was an Angel Family from the Fourth Epoch? What was an Angel Family? Did it mean Angels existed within the family? Living Angels? The kind with wings on their backs and halos above their heads?

Teaching Mother was an attempt? Were they trying to escape the curse by instructing students?

To deal with them, I needed to establish contact with someone—an author, Fors Wall! That was indeed a useful lead.

Praise the Watchers. They always managed to help me.

As for the other Watcher's message—

This family's ancestor had been sealed away. Their ancestor was still alive? What kind of millennium-old monster was that!

The many replies on the Message Board revealed a vast amount of information. Sifa could not help closing his eyes to steady himself before turning to the biography's comments section.

There were some new messages here as well.

"Joker: In mid-July of 1349, go to Tingen and find Klein to help him. As advance payment to Wheel of Fortune, wait for him to exchange part of his knowledge ******. You can also learn from him how to use Provocation, *********."

Eh, it was that Watcher who had tipped a fellow transmigrator. Go to Tingen in mid-July? Unfortunately, I could not go now. I knew Klein was the protagonist of the original story. This Watcher was suggesting that I help him as advance payment to Wheel of Fortune?

I could wait for him to exchange some knowledge, and I could also learn Provocation from Klein? Did that mean my fellow transmigrator would soon acquire knowledge of the Hunter Pathway?

As expected of the original protagonist. He was someone favored by Wheel of Fortune. Hmm, I had to think about it. Once things here were over, I would hurry to Tingen and see whether I could latch onto him.

"Joker: Be careful of the Demoness, be careful of the Demoness. (Though his taste is really good.)"

You again.

Be careful of the Demoness? Fine, I would remember that. But why did it say "his" afterward? Was it a typo, or was the Demoness male?

The corners of Sifa's mouth twitched slightly. He felt his thoughts beginning to wander in a strange direction.

He wanted to keep reading, but a sharp pain suddenly stabbed through his head. It was a sign that his spirituality was about to run dry. He hurriedly closed the thick, illusory tome and did not dare continue.

He remembered Mother warning him not to let his spirituality run out lightly. That could easily trigger Loss of Control.

After dismissing the summon, Sifa sat on the sofa clutching his head, gently pressing his fingers against it to ease the pain.

After a while, it finally lessened considerably.

Through the Book of Mysteries this time, he had learned a great deal of information and gained a deeper understanding of the Abraham Family.

He also learned that if he wanted to know more about them, he could look for someone named Fors. Although Sifa did not yet know whether the author was male or female, the Watchers had provided a clue.

The author of Wuthering Heights!

With that clue, it should not be difficult to ask around.

In addition, the Tarot Club had knowledge about the Hunter Pathway, and a Watcher had previously provided relevant clues. With that, advancement through the low and middle Sequences should be possible.

Tap, tap, tap.

A knock sounded at the door.

After receiving Sifa's permission, Matthew, his personal male valet with dark skin and crimson pupils, opened the door and said, "Sir, Inspector Lewis and the others have arrived."

Sifa glanced at the clock. It was exactly two o'clock. Those "experts" certainly were punctual.

Because Lewis and the police had stationed themselves at the Baron's Estate, Enilu suspended the mysticism lesson the next day.

That afternoon, while Sifa prepared for the evening's press conference, he heard a brisk, forceful set of footsteps. The image of a blonde girl naturally surfaced in his mind.

Sifa smiled slightly, knowing his younger sister had arrived.

Sure enough, moments later, a brilliant glow illuminated the room. It was sunlight reflecting off Helibel's golden hair.

Today, the young noblewoman wore a sky-blue dress. The elaborate, luxurious lace trim and exquisite jewelry made her so dazzling that she was almost impossible to look at directly.

"Looking at you, are you attending some kind of banquet?"

Sifa was wiping down a dagger that gleamed with cold light. Tonight, he would appear as the Baron's son and could not carry a Beyonder weapon. So, aside from the Serpent-Scale Revolver, he had acquired a dagger for protection.

Glancing at the dagger in Sifa's hand, Helibel spoke rapidly. "Tonight, the mayor invited Father to dinner over the Municipal Construction Fund. Since you can't go, Father plans to bring Mother and me."

"Sifa, are you really going to do that foolish thing?"

Sifa smiled. "How could bringing an end to the bloody cases in our town as soon as possible be called foolish?"

Helibel snorted in disagreement. "You're really strange. Ever since you came back, you've completely changed. You never used to meddle in other people's business."

She stepped forward and slapped something onto the table. "Take it with you. Don't misunderstand, I'm not worried about you. I just made too many and had nowhere to put them. If you don't like it, you can throw it away."

After saying that, she turned and left. Just as when she had arrived, her footsteps quickly faded from hearing.

Sifa looked at the table and found a silver amulet. It was one of Helibel's "assignments." The mysterious symbols and incantations on it were not only beautifully drawn, but also appropriately sized. Her skill was far superior to Sifa's scribbles, which looked like ghostly scrawls.

She was clearly worried that her brother might be in danger, yet she had to make it sound as though she did not care at all. My dear little sister, you really are not honest at all.

Sifa gave a dry laugh, tucked the amulet away on his person, then called Matthew over to prepare some bullets.

After his experience on Awwabergen Mountain, and given that he could not bring a Beyonder weapon tonight, Sifa felt it was necessary to prepare as thoroughly as possible.