Chapter 269 Werewolves and Giants

The faint red light in Ye Zhi's eyes flickered for a moment, and then he answered casually: "That's not the case. I came back from Iris - after returning, I stayed in Glass Island for a few days before returning.

"I studied abroad in Iris for many years. I haven't been back to my hometown for a long time."

"International students..."

Haina's expression was a little subtle.

The reason is very simple.

Because this man looks to be at least thirty years old.

How long have you been studying abroad?

Even many lecturers at the Royal Law University looked younger than him - for example, the bishops.

Moreover, when Haina heard that he was going to study abroad at Iris, she felt inexplicably unhappy.

Because she didn't like the Iris people very much - compared to the Star Antimony people, she hated the pretentious, frivolous and dissolute Iris people even more.

As a result, she subconsciously felt that this Yeats might be a playboy, and the inexplicable sense of familiarity she felt when meeting a fellow countryman also weakened a little.

So she spoke in a calmer tone, paused, and then asked, "Mr. Yeats, what did you learn at Iris... music?"

She could vaguely sense a temperament similar to that of Her Highness Isabel from this tall man.

So she instinctively felt that this person might be an extraordinary person on the path of beauty.

——Obviously, we in Avalon also have our own path to beauty! There's no need to go abroad to learn this kind of thing!

"I studied screenwriting. Because I aspire to be a playwright."

Yeats sighed, his voice soft and low: "But now it seems that I am still better at writing poetry."

“Everyone has some things they are good at and some things they are not good at.”

Haina forced herself to be polite and comforted him, "I also went to school, even after graduation..."

——I realized that the path I am good at might be the path of transcendence.

Before she could finish her words, she was suddenly startled.

Her intuition once again gave her a strong warning, making her realize that she couldn't say this, and she completely woke up.

The second time she encountered the same situation, Haina finally became alert and looked at the person opposite her with a bad expression.

If the first time was a coincidence, then the second time it happened... Was I bewitched?

Yeats's charm was clearly far inferior to Mr. Aiwass's, yet she could readily speak to him what she would have been cautious not to say to him. It was as if some mysterious power kept her friendly toward this stranger.

She closed her mouth, looked at Yeats nervously and scrutinizingly, and narrowed her eyes slightly.

...the friendly art of the path of love?

"gentlemen……"

Haena was about to show the ceremonial sword she carried—train security had no right to disarm her—when she decided to arrest this strange man for "abusing illegal Tao abilities" and using friendly language with strangers.

But at this moment, the train slowly arrived at the terminal.

"What?"

Ye Zhi looked up innocently: "What's the matter?"

But that acting was far inferior to Mr. Aiwass's - having been used to seeing Aiwass pretending to be innocent in front of Sherlock, Haina almost immediately felt that Yeats was acting.

But she thought about it and decided to follow her intuition.

It is better to have less trouble than more.

——During this period, her experience in the Supervisory Bureau did teach her something.

Not only was the train cramped, but it was also filled with unarmed civilians. If a fight broke out, it would probably cause a disaster.

Furthermore, she was far from the capital and unable to request support. Her griffins hadn't arrived yet, and the regional forces in Muwan County were too weak...

She no longer viewed the Overseers as powerful figures upholding justice and fairness, as she had before graduation. Even on Glass Island, their home turf, the Overseer's office was attacked. The Overseer wasn't invincible. Since this person had silently cast a friendly spell on her twice, he was likely stronger than Haina.

Then at least Haina won't bring unnecessary trouble to her colleagues.

Instead of trying to show off your strength, you might as well write a letter to the teacher to report the situation here and what you have seen and heard - this should be more effective.

Anyway, Aiwass and Sherlock will be here tonight. If there is any conspiracy, just let smart people think about it and solve it.

She's not smart, so don't overthink it.

“…It’s okay.”

Thinking of this, Haina replied stiffly.

She looked deeply at the man with a fake smile on his face, memorized his appearance and features, then picked up her luggage and turned to leave.

When Haena left, Yeats remained sitting in his seat motionless.

He remained sitting upright in his seat until everyone had left.

But except for Haina, the other passengers seemed not to see him... and just walked right past him.

Not only did they ignore his presence. If Haina had been more sensitive, she would have noticed that when she and Ye Zhi were arguing, no one else even looked up to see them.

It was as if the moment she spoke to Yeats, she was also dragged into a realm of non-existence.

Just like before Ye Zhi took the initiative to talk to Haina, Haina had not noticed him at all.

Ye Zhi walked to the seat where Haina had sat before, lowered his head and took a deep sniff of the scent left by Haina.

As he inhaled, his pupils suddenly lit up a crimson. After he closed his eyes and absorbed the energy for a moment, the crimson glow gradually faded.

"...Interesting. A pure and upright character. His talent for the Path of Authority is quite good, almost reaching the fourth level at such a young age. He also has adaptability to Transcendence and Twilight..."

His voice was gentle and low. "Not only does she have Meg's wine flask on her, but she's also been in contact with Lancelot's descendants. She also has the aura of Alexander, Hermes, and Heracross... Is she the protagonist of this era?"

Coming here at this exact time, was it just a coincidence? Or was there someone behind this?

Yeats frowned in thought.

He took another deep breath, closed his eyes, and tried to distinguish the details.

Suddenly, Yeats frowned slightly.

He opened his eyes, a little surprised and uncertain: "This smell is... that guy Mathers?"

Yeats stood in the corridor of the train and thought for a long time.

When the train started moving again at the terminal, he had disappeared silently from where he was.

He clearly didn't pass through the window or door at all - but when he appeared again, he turned into a crow, flapping its wings and flying onto the branch of a giant tree.

Then he transformed into a gray wolf.

The figure was as thin as a shadow.

After he turned into a wolf, the branches beneath him shook slightly, but were not crushed by him.

The wolf's brown-yellow eyes quietly watched Haena as she walked further and further away. But Haena suddenly turned around and looked around... as if she had sensed something.

"What a strong intuition."

Yeats murmured in admiration.

And at this moment, his expression suddenly became serious.

Yeats suddenly turned around and looked in another direction, his eyes becoming deep.

"...Demonologist?"

He murmured softly, "Or a spellcaster?"

The wolf stood quietly on the branch.

It seemed like he stood there for a long time, yet it also seemed like only a moment—in the blink of an eye, he disappeared from the spot where he stood, just like he disappeared from the carriage.

At the same time, on the other side.

Muwan County, Bagpipe Town.

Two giants were standing in front of the town's public cemetery.

The exorcism ritual was in progress, allowing the red-robed demonologists to dig out coffin after coffin. Despite being so busy, no one noticed their presence.

"Your Highness."

The shorter giant said respectfully, "I checked again, and there really isn't anything."

"Of course there is."

The giant prince Wolfram said in a low and serious tone: "My beholder will not make mistakes - the book will appear in mid-December near Bagpipe Town in Pastoral Bay County, a place 'closest to death'. I must get it.

"If we can't find it here, look elsewhere—remember to bury the coffins and don't disturb the locals. It would be bad if the church found out... We need to buy time."

"So where do I take them now?"

"Send half of your men to infiltrate the morgues of all the hospitals in this town. Then take the rest of your men and search the cemeteries of the surrounding villages one by one.

"George is like a mad dog—he's still chasing me. I can't keep watching you... Help me find the book first, and we'll help you lure George away. Once you find the book, start the mirage ritual and contact me. If you can't find it in any of the surrounding village cemeteries, let me know too."

"Understood, Your Highness."

The shorter giant replied respectfully.

"Don't let me down again, Cassiem."

Wolfram's figure slowly dissipated like a phantom. Before disappearing, he warned again: "If you lose the Book of Law, you don't need to come to see me."

The giant known as Cassiem didn't fully stand up until Wolfram left.

He was lost in thought, while the people around him approached with some fear.

"My Lord...you saw it, there really isn't one."

"I know not. The leader just saw it himself... Have the brothers bury them again. And then take care of the traces of excavation here."

Kassim said expressionlessly, "Then you take a dozen people, working in pairs, to the morgue at the town hospital. I'll take people to the surrounding villages to look."

Update completed!

The meal is here, let’s eat!

(End of this chapter)