"Was the operation a success?" Tracy failed to understand Abner's joke. Still somewhat groggy, she instinctively repeated his words while forcing her seemingly rusted brain to turn, pondering philosophical questions such as "Who am I?", "Where am I?", "What am I supposed to do?", and "What does he mean?"
It took her over a minute to finally recall what had happened to her before.
She tried to struggle upright, only to discover that she was too weak to even lift a finger. She could only ask in a dry voice, "Who are you... Where is this? Where's Gehrman?"
As she spoke, she used what little spirituality she had left to sense her body. Finding that she was clothed and felt nothing unusual, she finally relaxed a little.
"My name is Abner Braine. Since Gehrman had no solution for the poison in your body, he transferred you to me...
"And you are currently in my Ancient Vine Manor in Trier, Miss Tracy."
Abner answered her questions with a smile.
As it happened, early that morning, Abner had taken the Criminal butler whose mind was controlled by the Magic Mirror, along with the agent and lawyer provided by the Club, to complete the property transfer procedures.
So, it was perfectly legitimate for him to claim that Ancient Vine Manor now belonged to him.
Although Abner had paid nearly twenty thousand Verl D'Or for it, it had merely been money moved from one hand to the other. In reality, he had only spent a few dozen verl in handling fees.
Meanwhile, the Magic Mirror was still replacing him in handling the transfer of Mirror Apostle Herta's shares in the shipping company and Sushit Bank together with the lawyer and agent.
As for the luxurious villa Herta owned in Trier's Saint-Roland District, Abner had