June 23rd.
The early morning in Furman District.
A McLaren GT slowly entered.
Du Wei sat in the driver's seat, with a large bunch of roses on the passenger's seat—ninety-nine in total.
Yes.
He was here to see his girlfriend and had also prepared a familiar gift.
Besides flowers, he really couldn't think of anything else to give.
The reason he picked this ti to see his girlfriend was that the troubles plaguing Du Wei had been almost entirely resolved, and next up was the Antique Clock.
That ant a great deal of trouble.
It would likely take a long ti.
Therefore, taking so ti to accompany his girlfriend was not a bad idea.
Moreover, he had previously made an agreent with Alex to accompany her back to the Wittebach family residence and, by the way, to take a look at that mysterious Stele with his father-in-law, Lawrence.
Perhaps he could glean so useful information from it.
After that, it would be about ti to head to St. Bodia.
...
At this mont.
On the other side, the Wittebach family, located a thousand kiloters south of New York, on the southern shore of Lake Erie at the mouth of the Cuyahoga River, occupied the central region.
This family was an ancient financial dynasty.
They had a period of great glory in Europe, but later, for so reasons, they left Europe.
Today, this ancient family is hidden behind the scenes, influencing many industries.
To exaggerate a bit, if they decided to develop a new industry, they could instantly create tens or hundreds of thousands of job opportunities.
But the truth is, since the end of the last century, after the birth of Alex, the Wittebach family had gone silent, having earned more money than many could imagine.
Their power spread across various industries.
Their influence was so great that the most prosperous city in the central region had been built by the Wittebach family themselves.
However, this family did not reveal themselves to outsiders, instead constructing several ancient castles among the nearby mountains.
Looking over, those ancient castles were mottled and dripping, carrying an air of old-fashioned history.
But if one went inside to take a look, they would find these castles to be quite modern.
All sorts of electrical appliances were readily available.
What outsiders considered as history, the so-called sedint, was rely a part of life for the Wittebach family.
At this mont, within the largest castle, family mbers were dining.
Seated at the head was not Du Wei's father-in-law, Lawrence Wittebach, but a man over seventy years old.
The old man wore a wig, his skin full of wrinkles, and his face also bore age spots.
Even so, the old man's eyes were not cloudy, but held an indescribable authority.
Everyone was silent.
After finishing the al, the old man slowly said, "Lawrence, when is my most beloved granddaughter returning to the family? It's been a long ti since I've seen her."
Lawrence, sitting beside the old man, softly answered, "Father, Alex will be back in the next couple of days, and her future husband will co with her."
The old man thoughtfully said, "Du Wei? The hunter?"
Lawrence nodded and said, "Yes, and as far as I know, Du Wei is about to beco the head of the Tribunal and will also be the youngest bishop in the history of the church."
The old man snorted and said, "The Wittebach family pours quite a bit of money into the church every year, yet the only hunter was courted by my granddaughter herself."
Speaking, the old man frowned and asked, "The Wittebach family needs a hunter, but can that man nad Du Wei integrate with us?"
An ancient family's legacy is not just history and money; temperant, experience, vision, and more...
Ordinary people truly struggle to integrate into it.
Lawrence said with a laugh, "My son-in-law, he will surprise you. He's different from others. The church's internal assessnt of him is that he's a saint."
"A saint?"
The old man shook his head, "There are no saints in this world. If there were, it would certainly be my granddaughter Alex. The son-in-law of the Wittebach family shouldn't be a saint either."
"I'd rather he be more cunning."
...
Elsewhere.
In Du Wei's dream, Freddy had ended his tornt for the night.
Yes...
Doctor Ryan had been on the phone with him all night long.
Chattering, mocking, disdainful, insulting.
Annoying beyond endurance.
Freddy leaned against the dissecting room wall, his eyes blankly staring into the darkness ahead.
"Demon! Demon Du Wei! Why do you tornt so, what did I do wrong."
"Isn't it enough that I was wrong? Co back, give a quick end..."
Now, it regretted its previous actions to no end.
There was a chance for liberation.
But it didn't seize it. Not only did that devil block the path to seek the Demon Nun for suicide, but he also extracted the information he wanted from it.
"Oh God, oh Satan!"
"Please let that devil need to use again."
"Otherwise, I may never see him again for all eternity."
"If he doesn't show up, I can't even manage to die!"
Freddy murmured his prayer.
And as he did, he was crossing himself silently in prayer.
On the ground was a pattern of a pentagram.
The cross represented God, the pentagram represented Satan.
But after praying, Freddy cried.
"Damn it, what a shitty God, what a shitty Satan, I've prayed so long and it's been no use at all, might as well believe in Ryan, heck, even believing in the demon Du Wei would do."
...
"Huh? I feel like I heard soone calling my na."
Doctor Ryan, who was feeding Jas, cocked his head, "Jas, did you hear that?"
"I didn't hear anything, you must be hallucinating."
Sitting on the bed with his hand bandaged, Jas's face was very pale.
He had not been doing well these past few days.
For so reason, he had been constantly vomiting and suffering from diarrhea, completely dehydrated.
But he couldn't just not eat.
Jas hadn't forgotten the purpose of joining the church; he was an undercover agent and needed to recover his health. Otherwise, he might be gone before he could be of any help to the church.
So, he said impatiently to Ryan, "Feed a little more, I'm not full yet."
Ryan made an acknowledging sound and fed him another spoonful of soup, "Then drink more. Your Right Hand is recovering well. In another couple of days of nourishing your body, you basically won't need to feed you."
Jas was slightly touched, "Mhm... I know, even though I hate you, I won't forget how you've taken care of these days, later... Um, later I'll find a way to cure you."
What he ant was, once Dusk Bell returned to the church, he would send Ryan to a ntal hospital.
But Ryan just frowned and thought to himself, "This idiot is fantasizing about treating again. Damn it, do I, Doctor Ryan, look like I need his treatnt?"
"It seems the dosage isn't strong enough!"
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