An unexpected turn

"So, I persevered for several more years, tormented by self-blame and illness, until she graduated from medical school. I used my connections to get her a well-paying job, and only then did I accept the Psychiatrist's advice to stop corresponding with her and start a new life."

"But considering that she has just started working and may face financial pressure, in order to prevent her from being deceived by some bad boys, I will transfer a sum of money to her mother's bank account every month, ranging from tens to hundreds of pounds, depending on the profit of that month."

"This money won't allow her to live a life of extreme luxury like a true aristocrat, but it will certainly far exceed the standard of most middle-class people."

"Hoo..." After saying that, Falken let out a strong breath, as if he had unloaded a heavy burden, and a relaxed expression appeared on his face.

Why haven't I heard her mention the remittance? Lorry frowned almost imperceptibly, and asked again under Sir Wall's slightly puzzled gaze:

"I overheard your neighbors talking about it privately. Your son hasn't shown up for several days, and it seems he might have been kidnapped?"

Falk has a six-year-old son who usually likes to play football in the Villa's yard, but he hasn't been seen much lately.

Pali overheard this story by chance, when she visited the gentleman, pretending to be interested in the plantation.

"Kidnapping?" Falken was taken aback, then said angrily:

"That's a despicable curse!"

Lorry's heart skipped a beat:

"But I saw in the Newspaper that you seemed eager to sell your assets."

"Indeed, but this has nothing to do with my son."

Falken took a sip of his drink. "He went to visit his grandfather, while I sold assets to obtain more working capital and expand the business."

After saying that, he said irritably:

"Police Officer, this matter doesn't seem to be related to the case you're investigating, does it? Can you tell me the specific details of this case now?"

"Of course." Lorry nodded slightly, finished his "Golden Sunlight" drink, and smiled. "Madam Wall. Fors Wall is suspected of defaulting on her water bill. The water company has already notified her in writing that she must pay the 3 soli of water bill, including interest, within one week, or they will formally Crime Report."

This is true.

Lorry found it when he checked the mailbox after walking the dog this morning.

"If you can contact her, please tell her to settle the bill as soon as possible."

As he spoke, he stood up, placed his hand on his chest, and bowed.

Goodbye, sir.

Sweet dreams tonight.

Falken stared in astonishment, his mouth agape. He remained frozen on the leather Sofa like a wax figure, his gaze fixed blankly as the pale-faced Police turned and left.

A moment later, anger flashed across his face, and he strode after him, ready to use his increasingly rusty fighting skills to give his opponent a good beating.

As he was venting his anger by punching and kicking, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his wrist.

In the Real World, at 101 Bairang Avenue, a detached Villa, a loud "thump" was heard from the headboard of the pine bed in the luxuriously decorated Bedroom.

Falken Wall woke up instantly in pain, clutching his wrist and looking around blankly.

Beside him, his current wife was also awakened and asked groggily:

"What's wrong?"

Upon hearing this, Falken's lips twitched slightly, and he said irritably, "I dreamt of an annoying jerk, and when I was beating him up, I might have swung my arm a little."

"You can keep sleeping, I'm going out to get something to drink."

After saying that, he got out of bed in the dark, tiptoed out of the Bedroom, went to the Kitchen to make himself a "Golden Sunlight" drink, and sat on the leather Sofa to sip it.

The dream I just had was so real... Thinking about it now, I still have the urge to punch someone... Falken thought to himself as he swallowed a mouthful of golden liquor.

Then, rubbing his throbbing forehead, he murmured, "Is Fors asking me for help in a dream? She can't even come up with 3 soli...?"

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Meanwhile, at a Manor Alese City.

In the fragrant boudoir, Pali Beria Lorry sat on the edge of the bed, her hands supporting her chin, her gaze fixed intently on the woman opposite her.

Two meters away, Lorry sat beside the Tea Table, his attention equally focused.

Their gazes fell on the Illusions of the "Seer," which had a slightly scholarly air about it, as it held two pieces of brown hair, one long and one short, and performed divination.

The shorter one came from Falken Wall, who used "Flash" to pluck it from his head when Lorry ended his "Nightmare" state.

"The owners of these two strands of hair are related by blood as father and daughter."

Repeated seven times in a row.

The Yellow Crystal swayed dramatically clockwise as if launching itself.

This represents a positive result!

"I told you you were being redundant..." Pali was about to glare at Lorry when she suddenly remembered the rules of acting she had just summarized, and quickly stopped herself.

"Cross-validation yields more accurate results," Lorry said calmly.

"I think you're just naive, and you've already brought Fors's hair with you." Pali chuckled, crossing her right leg over her left.

"What's that saying again? 'Since we're already here,' right?"

As if he hadn't heard, Lorry retrieved the "Serial Killer" characteristic from another Dimension and placed it on the Tea Table: "What you wanted."

"That's fine then." Pali nodded gently.

What's the next step?

"As for you, continue investigating Gibson," Lorry said, having already considered the situation. "Also, Advancement to Sequence 5 as soon as possible."

"You think I don't want to?" Pali complained irritably. "I've already completely digested the ' Devil,' but I just can't find the materials for Advancement."

She paused briefly and asked:

Advancement ceremonies are not a problem for me.

"A large number of members of the ' Rose School ' are active in the Southern Continent. Their hands are stained with blood, perfectly meeting the criteria of ' Fallen ' for serial killing rituals."

"I won't feel any guilt about using them as part of my Advancement, but I'm afraid you'll need to get ' The Sun's ' help with the Potion."

Lorry, however, was not as optimistic as her, and shook his head slightly, saying:

"I'm afraid it will be difficult. He is the ' Solar High Priest ' of Sequence 7, and it will be hard for him to accumulate enough Merit to exchange for Beyonder Characteristic of Sequence 5 level in a short period of time."

"Instead of relying on the ' Sun,' we should place our hopes on the Temperance Faction; perhaps they can provide the corresponding attributes or items."

"Moreover, I happen to possess a ' Wraith ' attribute."

He thought for a moment and said:

"Give Klein a few more days. If he doesn't respond soon, I'll go to the ' Bravehearts ' bar myself and make the deal with Sharron."

This morning, when we were on the boat to Graggs together, Lorry casually mentioned it to Klein, asking about his friend's interest in buying it.

Klein replied that he would respond within the week.

"I only care about the result." Pali shrugged, parted her red lips as if about to say something, but her expression changed slightly as she slowly exhaled:

Looks like you're not making it home tonight.