Chapter 170: Chapter 153 Descendants of the Wolf Clan
“It’s really surprising, Mr. Jack,”
Bales said.
“Your fearlessness and composure inspire my admiration. Could it be that you can see your own destiny? Or did you anticipate today’s encounter and the descent of the curse?”
He shook his head slightly and leaned back on the sofa.
His gaze shifted to Chen Lun, and he spoke in an even tone:
“Don’t worry, Mr. Jack, I sought you out indeed because of a divination commission.”
Chen Lun silently watched him, clueless as to why this Sequence Five big shot had suddenly sought him out and presented him with a so-called test.
“What would you like to divine, Mr. Charles?”
He asked.
Bales suddenly smiled and inquired:
“Can you divine the content I wish to divine?”
“That falls under the category of mind reading technique, not divination, Mr. Charles.”
Chen Lun shook his head slightly.
“But I can guess sothing… perhaps it’s related to the Sun, the Moon, and the Empire?”
Charles’s pupils contracted imperceptibly, a change keenly captured by Chen Lun.
‘It seems Bales is indeed being pursued now… but I wonder how long this escape has been going on, or has it just begun?’
Chen Lun thought.
A hint of lancholy appeared on Bales’s face but was quickly replaced by a smile.
“Perhaps this is the guidance of destiny, sothing I once did not believe in but now hold no doubts about…”
He began to lean forward.
Chen Lun could even sll the fragrance of the yellow orchid on his chest.
“Mr. Jack, would you do the favor of divining whether the descendants of the Wolff family are in Amber City…”
Charles began.
His eyes were fixed on Chen Lun.
‘Wolff…?’
Chen Lun’s heart skipped a beat, recalling the false identity he used to enter the Inner City District created by the Iron Fist Gang… Floey’s noble lady title was, it seems, borrowed from the descendant identity of this “Wolff” family.
‘Bales Wolff… could it be that this Dark Knight is a person from that declining family?’
Chen Lun was startled.
“Allow to introduce myself, Bales Wolff, that’s my real na.”
Bales said with a faint smile.
“…This body is not mine; it died of heart disease a few days ago, I’m just borrowing it for a while. Mr. Jack, please divine the whereabouts of my kinsn.”
He gestured with his hand, hoping Chen Lun would start the divination.
Chen Lun took a deep breath, pulled out the deck of cards he had received from the forest cabin, shuffled them with a rustle, and with a sweep of his hand, fanned them out on the coffee table.
“Please draw three cards at random,”
Chen Lun said.
With a smile on his face, Bales drew the first, a middle one, and the last one.
Chen Lun took them, turned them over to show.
They were the “Spade Q,” “Clubs K,” and “Clubs Q.”
“All three suits are black, the divination suggests a negative… Mr. Bales, the Wolff family descendants may not be in Amber City,”
Chen Lun said gravely.
Bales stared at the three cards and said lightly:
“If they’re really not here, you should say that besides , there are no other descendants left in this world… because only I am left of the Wolff family.
But I can feel it, the Wolff na is being used by its descendant, she is right here.”
He raised his head and looked at Chen Lun.
“Even, she is right by your side, Mr. Jack.”
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Chen Lun left the Flower Sword Fighting Club.
Before boarding the carriage, he paused, turned his head, and looked toward a window on the third floor.
The curtain there was being slowly drawn.
“Huff…”
Chen Lun let out a breath.
Although Bales was only communicating with him in the shell of an ordinary person, the vague aura of the other party made him feel sowhat oppressed.
Just now, Bales had indicated that he ant no harm and had expressed gratitude for the divination.
He said he might stay in Amber City for a while longer and would seek him out for divination commissions again if needed.
Chen Lun recalled the three cards from the poker divination.
‘There could actually be another interpretation…’
He pondered.
“Spade Q” could represent Floey, “Clubs K” could stand for Bales, and “Clubs Q”—for Bales’s deceased wife, “Youlan” Ouget.
The main reason Bales was being hunted down by the three great supernatural forces was indeed this deceased wife.
‘Clubs symbolize friendship, fa, and popularity… they are also clover leaves, representing luck.’
Chen Lun thought.
‘Clubs K and Clubs Q… could Bales and Youlan beco my aids in the future?’
For the ti being, he hadn’t sensed any malice from Bales, but at least for now, the other party appeared to be a friend, not a foe.
‘It might be worthwhile to cultivate a relationship with Bales…’
Chen Lun decided.
‘And Floey, is she truly a descendant of the Wolff family? Could it be such a coincidence?’
Shaking his head, he was reluctant to believe it, but he did not dare to be certain, as fate often has a way of being more dramatic.
Imdiately, he stepped onto the carriage step and slipped inside.
The carriage slowly departed.
Floey’s Floral Sword Fighting Club, third floor.
In the reception room.
Bales stood quietly by the window, gazing at the curtain. It seed as though he was secretly observing the carriage below through the curtain.
“Youlan, all this is guided by the moonlight, leading to discover that the last of the clan is right here…”
Bales removed the yellow orchid that was tucked in the pocket of his shirt.
Fingering the stem, he gazed at the flower with deep affection and spoke slowly.
“The Wolf Clan will not perish because of , for I feel the presence of our ancestor within her… And this Mr. Jack, who deliberately hid her existence in the divination, seems to care about her too, which is good.”
The orchid swayed gently as if responding.
Bales showed a tender smile.
“Rest assured, I’m well-acquainted with the mbers of ‘Purple Moonlight’, they won’t find us… As for your forr comrades, the ‘Lamp Protectors’, I’ll try not to take action myself…
However, the ‘Executioner’ from the Shelter, hehe, let them co in hordes and be slaughtered all the sa.”
Suddenly, Bales rembered sothing.
“Ah… drat… I seem to have forgotten to pay Mr. Jack for his divination services.”
The orchid swayed.
Realizing sothing, Bales nodded and said,
“You’re right, Youlan, we can invite him to the club in a few days and give him a complintary VIP card… I’m the owner here now, aren’t I?”
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Evening.
When Noah returned to Jack’s manor, he found that all the team mbers had arrived and were sitting on the living room sofa, seemingly waiting for sothing.
“Ah, Noah, you’re finally back!”
Maggie jumped up from the sofa, her face flushed as she walked over and grabbed his sturdy arm.
“Co on, follow upstairs.”
“Upstairs?”
Noah looked puzzled.
Maggie, still brimming with excitent, patted his arm with a slap-slap sound.
“Yes, upstairs, and then into the room for an experint! I’m certain you’ll be able to take part in the ‘Great Elixir’ trial… It’s a project that the Leader values highly!”
“No… I don’t want to, Mr. Jack told to stay away from you.”
Noah scratched his head, gave a shy smile, and allowed Maggie to tug while his feet stayed firmly in place.
“The Leader is so nasty, talking behind my back! Huh… Noah, you’ve advanced to Sequence Eight?!”
Maggie exclaid in surprise.
Noah looked embarrassed and nodded silently.
“Hmm.”
The other mbers were all startled.
They hadn’t expected that among their group of Sequence Nine, it would be Noah who advanced first. But then, being the young owner of the Silver Dragon Trade Association, he surely lacked no Supernatural Knowledge… After all these years of accumulation, it was indeed ti for him to advance.
They imdiately felt a sense of urgency within themselves.
They couldn’t be too complacent; they needed to enhance their strength as soon as possible so as not to drag the team down.
Barton had co especially from the Outer City District sewers for the team dinner and for the eting the Leader would hold after the al.
He exchanged glances with Golov. As remnants from the Circus, the two of them were clearly not as important as Maggie, so naturally, they felt even more nervous, afraid they couldn’t keep up with the team and would be ruthlessly cast aside.
Floey sat quietly on the sofa, with Connie reading softly from a book beside her.
At that mont, Chen Lun ca downstairs and smiled at everyone, saying,
“Now that Noah is back, let’s start dinner.”
“Leader.”
“Mr. Jack.”
“…”
Everyone greeted him respectfully, and Chen Lun nodded, waving his hand in response.
Of course, the dinner was prepared by Floey herself.
Everyone enjoyed the al greatly, especially Noah; the empty plates in front of him piled up at a visibly rapid pace. This was only because Floey was well prepared; otherwise, the entire table’s worth of food might not have been enough for him alone.
Chen Lun watched him, contemplating.
‘One might say the Flesh Faction is the most suitable Sequence for him.’
Now that he had advanced to Gourt, able to enhance his physical qualities by eating, with Noah’s intensity and efficiency in consuming food, it wouldn’t be long before his Strength and Endurance reached the threshold of the Lower Sequence.
By further developing his Supernatural Power, he could even consu attacks from other transcendent beings, boosting his own strength mid-fight.
“Co, let’s all have a drink,” said Chen Lun as he took out two bottles of red wine from the Blood Poem Ring.
To add to the team’s atmosphere, he always brought out Supernatural Wine at such gatherings to enhance the mood.
“Cheers to the Leader!” Maggie cheered happily.
She quickly took a bottle, pulled out the cork, and poured herself a glass. Drinking it, her eyes lingered regretfully on Noah.
With such a robust physique, after drinking the ‘Beef Strength Potion’, the effect would surely be excellent, right…? she mused.
“After dinner, I’ll conduct a combat test for you all. This way, I can clearly understand your strengths…”
Chen Lun picked up his wine glass and sipped so milk.
“Of course, this is also a good way to enhance our rapport and communication.”
The mbers of the Circus looked at each other.
“A combat test…?!”
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