Chapter 711: Chapter 609 Rose Madeline
Holy Eagle Nest City, Lovec District, where the residents are generally tycoons, prominent lawyers, and legislators, who belong to the upper class. Their residences are mostly exquisite and luxurious, situated in an exceptionally clean, peaceful environnt, with even fresher air.
At this mont, deep into the night, within one of the houses that was slightly smaller compared to the surrounding extravagant villas, in a study room by the window, a lady of unparalleled elegance was bent over her desk, writing sothing.
She wore no jewelry, donned only in a blue pleated skirt with her blond hair tied up, and sporting refined won’s glasses. She appeared to be in her mid-thirties, exuding a sense of strength and wisdom that seed to co only after overcoming hardship and the passage of Ti.
Yet, at this mont, she appeared to be in a state of sudden fright, as if she had just realized sothing unspeakably horrifying.
Inside the room, the sound of rustling echoed.
Deep down, the lady clung to a sliver of hope:
“I have other thods, other channels of seeking help. Mr. Tang has always given the impression of being trustworthy and reliable. Even though I have never t him, perhaps this is a mistaken decision. I should verify so things before notifying him, but I have no Ti left. The Knowledge Seeker is failing…”
“Thump thump~”
“Ssshh”
In the tranquil deep of night, the abrupt knocking startled the already agitated lady, her hand trembling instinctively as she set the quill down, sending the incomplete ssage through the Curios to an unknown recipient.
A pale ghost light, like an eraser, wiped away the ink she had just written on the white paper.
Watching this happen before her eyes, she instantly noticed a trace of “Horror.”
A small spot of ink remained on the paper.
It was incredibly minute, nearly impossible to detect without close inspection, and unlike the rest of the information, it was not transmitted to Tang Qi.
“Has the Knowledge Seeker also been blocked?”
Despair and Fear surfaced in the eyes beneath the lady’s glasses.
Despite possessing the potential to challenge the title of Great Polymath, she did not hold any Extraordinary Professions, and until that point, her body was no different than that of an ordinary woman.
However, being the owner of the “Curios,” she could see its State.
The glaring ink spot, the dimd ghost light, both confird: the Curios had temporarily lost its effectiveness and could no longer send out any information.
Before she could be relieved that the distress signal had been tily sent, the door made of spiral red grapefruit wood behind her was knocked on again, this Ti more urgently.
Also accompanying this was a familiar yet chilling voice that made her body tremble uncontrollably.
“Darling, it’s Ti for bed.”
The voice was gentle and carried an attractive magnetism, even a hint of a theatrical accent cherished by ladies and young girls of Holy Eagle Nest City’s high society. These usually signified that the voice’s owner ca from a distinguished family, having studied the most challenging classical dramas from a young age, a mode of education no longer practiced by the newer generations and only popular decades ago. A mature social butterfly would imdiately discern that beyond the door stood a charming middle-aged noble gentleman.
Indeed, it was so.
Beyond that door adorned with red, spiral patterns stood a middle-aged man in a white nightshirt. His lips were thin, and there were so wrinkles on his forehead and around his eyes, but none of these detracted from his handso features nor the depth and wisdom in his eyes.
He made no effort to hide the affection on his face as his gaze seed to penetrate the door, directly seeing his “wife,” who was in a state of panic.
Soon after, his wife, Rose Roland, hastily tidied herself up, but instead of coming to open the door for him, she took a deep breath, looked toward the door, and adopted a busy, dismissive tone:
“Ah, dear, you go on to sleep. I might spend the night in the study, as you know, I’ve been researching a new topic.”
Her tone was perfect, but Rose still couldn’t help the trace of unease appearing on her face.
She knew that no matter how well she disguised it, it was futile.
That “thing” had long known she had beco aware.
But it chose to continue wearing the familiar “skin,” playing the part of a loving couple, reunited after a long absence.
She felt like an insect caught in a spider’s web, unable to break free from this cage no matter how hard she struggled. That thing did not even deign to hide in the shadows, rather it looked down upon her from a lofty position, as though it was playing a ga, indulging in her act.
But she dared not stop, nor dared to expose it outright. Although she was not a Transcendent, the deep Knowledge in her mind told her:
“That’s an unspeakably terrifying entity, no, It’s more akin to an Abnormality from another dinsion. It wearing Howard’s skin must not be for my sake. It has a sinister plan, and I need to stall It for the Ti being.”
As the thought crossed her mind, a strange silence fell on the other side of the door.
The excruciating “waiting” comnced—one second, two seconds, three seconds… During this process, part of her consciousness dived into a special area of her mind.
There, several “symbols” were Floating.
Each symbol represented a terrifyingly powerful entity.
This was her final asure prepared as a “polymath.”
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