Chapter 1029: Chapter 581: The Honored Taiko Chapter 1029: Chapter 581: The Honored Taiko Logan could tell from the man’s flashy attire why he had been robbed.
Dressed so ostentatiously, it would have been strange if he hadn’t been robbed.
The two stepped forward to dispense justice, and with a few quick moves, beat up the bandits and rescued the man.
The chubby rchant had never imagined that he would be robbed while out and about, and was even more surprised that soone had co to his rescue, imdiately expressing his thanks over and over again.
Just as the pair were about to leave, the rchant suddenly spoke up.
“Heroes, seeing how agile you both are, you must be no ordinary humans. I beg you, save my daughter, I’ll pay whatever you ask!”
Upon hearing this, Logan turned his head, curiosity raising his eyebrows.
“What’s wrong? Your daughter wasn’t kidnapped by bandits, was she?”
The rchant’s head shook like a rattle as he explained: “Our town has recently experienced a strange phenonon, where young won frequently long to go to sea, refusing to eat or drink, only desiring to head to the waters.”
“My daughter is not the first to be bewitched. Before her, many girls have been compelled to go to sea, but every ti they do, they end up jumping into the waters. So have been saved, but others have drowned.”
“My wife and I had no choice but to take our daughter out to sea, but that wasn’t the end, for she, too, like the others, jumped into the sea. We struggled mightily to save her and have dared not let her near the sea since, keeping her at ho.”
At this point, the rchant sighed, his face etched with unresolved sorrow.
“But keeping her at ho hasn’t improved the situation; she has barely eaten in two days, and her body is getting thinner and thinner. We’re really at our wits’ end. If you heroes have any way, please help us.”
Moved by the rchant’s earnest plea, Logan decided to take on the task.
Mainly because he too was curious about this phenonon and wanted to see for himself what was causing it.
Shortly after, the two followed the rchant to the small town, which clearly showed the rchant was a nouveau riche.
His mansion was splendid and grand, the kind only the super-rich could afford.
Logan thought to himself that the world of the wealthy was indeed different.
He arrived outside the rchant’s daughter’s boudoir, and just as he reached the doorway, he halted in his tracks.
Seeing that Logan did not push open the door, the rchant beca anxious.
“What’s the matter, hero? My daughter is inside, shall we go in for a look?”
Though he hadn’t yet entered, Logan could already faintly sense an array at the doorway, but it was hidden with great cunning.
For a mont, he couldn’t pinpoint its source.
“Alright, let’s go in for a look.”
After saying this, Logan took the lead and pushed the door open, and saw a motionless girl seated on the bed, her eyes vacant and her fra emaciated.
“Hero, this is my daughter. Please, I implore you to examine her.”
Logan approached the girl who remained utterly still, seemingly soulless, staring blankly at the floor.
When he ca within two ters, Logan sensed that her body contained a Blood Formation and she had been ensnared by a Cursed Formation.
This cursing technique wasn’t used straightforwardly; instead, it stealthily siphoned the vitality of its victims.
The technique bore similarities to the art Logan practiced, differing mainly in application—his was used for attack, while the formation on the rchant’s daughter was stealing another’s Life Force.
Logan stood still and thought things over. Such a formation couldn’t have erged out of nowhere; soone must be manipulating it from the shadows.
He turned to the rchant and began by reassuring him.
“It’s not an entirely dire situation, but we must identify the root cause. How about I stay at your mansion tonight to investigate, and if I find anything, I will inform you imdiately.”
Hearing Logan’s responsible answer, the rchant readily agreed and instructed his staff to prepare a lavish dinner for both guests.
After dinner, back in their room, Sheron Perri scratched his head, asking with a hint of curiosity.
“Captain Logan, did you notice anything?”
Logan nodded and shared his speculations with Sheron Perri.
After listening, Sheron Perri was perplexed, not understanding much about arrays, so he decided to trust Logan’s judgnt.
“Although I’m not familiar with this area, if there’s anything I can help with, just let know.”
Deep in the night.
Logan sat in ditation, resting, when suddenly his eyes snapped open.
From the Divine Sense he had spread around the rchant’s daughter’s boudoir, he felt her leave the room and head towards the manor’s exterior.
Logan quickly got up, hastily gathered himself, and with Sheron Perri in tow, set out to track down the whereabouts of the rchant’s daughter.
After so searching, they finally found the daughter by the sea, her gaze empty as she walked into the depths.
By the ti Logan spotted her, the sea level had already risen to her chest.
One shuddered to think what might have happened had they arrived any later—whether the rchant’s daughter would have survived or not.
Without hesitating, Logan sprang into action, rescuing the nearly drowned girl and bringing her back to shore for Sheron Perri to watch over.
Yet, as wave after wave crashed onto the shore, Logan realized this was no simple matter.
If the one thing these won had in common was the need to go to sea, then there had to be sothing beneath the waves luring them.
As he dived into the sea, Logan imdiately felt sothing was amiss.
The sea possessed an odd quality; visibility was low, and the water wasn’t the clear blue one would expect. The deeper he swam, the darker and murkier it beca, as if entering a filthy mire, obfuscating the path forward and clouding all sense of direction.
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