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"Achoo!"
Fors sneezed for the sixth time, holding a cup of steaming tea in bewilderment. "I don't have a cold, do I?"
Even for a pathway like Apprentice, which had almost no combat capabilities, potions strengthened the body. Fors hadn't fallen ill for years after becoming a Beyonder.
"Perhaps you caught a chill staying up late to finish your manuscript and drinking cold water last night."
Xio placed a kettle of freshly boiled water on the coffee table near Fors, looking like a mother earnestly admonishing her disobedient, rebellious daughter. "Drink more hot water. Don't keep using being a Beyonder as an excuse to sleep irregular hours, and you can't eat unhealthily either!"
"Oh."
Fors obediently took a sip of tea, then immediately covered her mouth with a handkerchief. "Achoo!"
Under Xio's stern gaze, Fors hurriedly finished the large cup of tea, then filled it again and asked cautiously:
"Have you encountered any repercussions since Mr. X died?"
Xio sat down in an armchair and recalled, "There have certainly been repercussions, but a week has passed, and the investigation isn't as intensive as it was in the first few days... I've felt someone secretly following me lately. Perhaps they're members of the Aurora Order."
"If they were certain it was me, they wouldn't be following me. So I need to act all the more naturally."
The True Creator took over as host, inviting Mr. Dwayne Dantès to sit in the quiet study upstairs, and said solemnly:
"Let's talk."
Click. With a soft sound, the study door closed automatically, separating the inside from the outside.
Klein tried hard to breathe deeply and not think about how much this resembled the scene of a locked-room murder. In a slight daze, he also wondered whether this little villa had suffered an