Even Abbott, an elder of the Pantheon and known as the 'black wizard', could not help but feel helpless at this moment.

Everyone has his or her own weaknesses, and he is no exception.

"Feel sorry."

Abbott sighed and said to the two of them, "I don't plan to sell this house."

"I'm sorry." The real estate agent Lin looked through the files in her hand and said with a smile, "According to the property registration information, the house here belongs to your youngest daughter Norma."

"You are only staying here temporarily."

"The sale of the house only requires Miss Norma's consent. You have no right to veto the sale process. Besides, it is not very convenient for you to live alone in such a large place."

?

Abbott's face darkened.

Today's 'dark wizard' was dressed in an ancient formal dress, holding a ceremonial staff in his hand, and he exuded an inexplicable noble air.

This kind of nobility is accumulated over the years, and it is so standard that every movement conforms to aristocratic etiquette.

At this moment, with her eyebrows slightly drooped, Lin suddenly felt a chill in her heart, as if she was being stared at by some terrifying existence. She subconsciously took a step back and hid behind Karl.

"Old sir, this is Miss Norma's order. She is in a hurry to sell the house, and Professor Karl also happens to need it."

"Professor Karl?"

Abbott's eyes moved slightly: "Professor Karl from Polytechnic University?"

"yes."

Carl smiled and nodded:

"I didn't expect the old man knew me too."

What a coincidence? Abbott narrowed his eyes.

He has been keeping an eye on the people around Professor Jim recently, including Carl who took over the laboratory.

"I heard that the project that Professor Carl is researching is very popular. I also invest occasionally, so I've heard about it."

Abbott smiled and said, "It is my honor that Professor Carl likes this house, but there are indeed many inconveniences here."

"It doesn't matter." Carl looked up and surveyed the manor:

"I will talk to whoever owns the property here. The property is now in the hands of your daughter."

"Can I take a look inside?"

Abbott's expression remained unchanged, his hand holding the cane tightened, and the spell circuits in his mind began to flicker.

Two ordinary people...

As someone who possesses third-order extraordinary abilities, he has plenty of ways to solve the problem.

"Abbott!"

Just as he was about to take action, a figure rushed into the manor, glaring with anger and shouting, "They are my guests, what are you going to do?"

The man was in his early twenties, wearing a white dress, and rushed up to Abbott with a menacing look.

She is Norma.

Abbott's youngest daughter.

But the relationship between the two was obviously not close, they even seemed like enemies, calling their father's name directly.

"Norma." Abbott frowned:

“It’s not for sale here.”

"Why not?" Norma raised her eyebrows. "This manor was left to me by my mother. You are only staying here temporarily. I ask you to leave now."

"Mr. Abbott!"

"Don't make me call the police to forcibly remove you!"

"Norma..." Abbott's eyes were complicated:

"Your mother's matter is not as simple as you think."

"I don't care!" Norma's eyes turned red. "No matter what the reason, you killed my mother, and you don't even want to give an explanation."

"Please leave!"

Abbott opened his mouth, his eyes fell on his daughter who looked angry, and finally sighed helplessly.

"All right."

"Please give me some time to pack my things."

"Of course." Carl walked into the villa, and the first thing that caught his eye was a huge portrait.

The portrait is of a beautiful woman.

"She is the first person in our family who needs to be commemorated. I hope Professor Karl will not touch anything here before the ownership of this house is resolved."

Abbott spoke up: "Especially the portraits here."

"..." Karl looked at the woman in the painting with complicated eyes:

Remiel! The messenger angel under the seat of the Lord of the Morning, the cardinal on earth, and later the archangel.

It turned out to be her.

* * * "Um!"

Barrow struggled to open his eyes, only to feel severe pain all over his body. He grimaced for a long time before he could stand up.

"What is this place?"

In front of him was a huge glass case. He was lying on white bedding with an IV hanging on his wrist.

"You woke up."

A familiar voice came: "As expected of a genetically optimized physique. A normal person would need to sleep for at least seven days and seven nights before waking up."

"Professor Jim!" Barrow opened his eyes wide, reached out to lift the quilt and looked in the direction where the voice came from.

Jim, who was wearing a safety suit and holding a tablet, nodded at him:

"Would you like to come down and take a walk?"

Barrow's clothes were similar to hospital gowns, and there was an IV in his wrist.

He followed Jim barefoot, observing the environment.

“What an advanced machine!”

"That's right."

Jim nodded, his eyes shining, "Here we have the most advanced genetic testing equipment in the world, as well as supporting scientific research equipment."

"Now……"

"They all belong to us!"

"Professor." Barrow said in a low voice, "You haven't told me where this place is?"

"Is it important?" Jim turned around, his eyes wide open: "Here we have you and me, various equipment, and many scientific researchers who can help with the research..."

"Does it matter where?"

?

Barrow opened his mouth.

He knew that Jim was obsessed with scientific research projects, but he didn't expect him to be so obsessed.

As long as I'm given what I need for research, I don't think it matters even if I'm locked up in prison.

"professor."

Barrow said, "Tracy doesn't know you're still alive. She's been very upset lately. You should tell her the news."

"Tracy..." Jim frowned, "She has grown up and should live on her own. She can't rely on me for everything."

"As a father, isn't it irresponsible for you to say this?" Barrow frowned and couldn't help but ask:

"Tracy has never received anything from you since she was a child. She even has to find a way to pay for her living expenses. No one can deny your achievements in scientific research, but you can't forget your family."

"That's enough!" Jim said with displeasure: "What's the point of these trivial matters at home?"

"You want to know where this place is? Then I'll tell you, this is a base of the Temple of the Gods."

"..." Barrow pursed his lips. He liked Tracy, and from Tracy's perspective, he was naturally dissatisfied with Jim's attitude, but it was useless to say these things at this time.

Take a deep breath now:

"The Temple of the Gods?"

"What's this?"

"A long, long time ago, this world had gods. At least the people in the Pantheon believed so." Jim shrugged.

"Some people came together to revive the gods, and they became the Pantheon."

"The Pantheon is also one of the three major organizations in the extraordinary world."

"Three major organizations?" Barrow asked. "What are the other two?"

"Night Watch, Blood Alliance." Jim said:

"The Night Watch is a supernatural organization of the Federation. Its purpose is to solve the harm caused by supernatural powers to ordinary people."

"As for the Blood Alliance..."

"A mysterious group of vampires. No one knows who is in this organization or where they hide. They are also the enemy of the Pantheon."

After taking a breath, Jim continued:

"In addition to these three major organizations, there are also some entities that have come into contact with supernatural powers. For example, the Bito Group has its own supernatural armed forces. Even the Night Watchmen in Fast City dare not provoke this group."

"Anyway..."

"The most powerful and wealthy people in the world have all come into contact with extraordinary forces."

(End of this chapter)