Under the sunlight, ivy leapt over the garden wall on Xilin Street, and clusters of white unripe berries gently pulled it down, hanging over the side of the street. When the round-faced, dark-eyed young girl stepped off the carriage and saw the berries, her face lit up with surprise.
She had seen them before!
More precisely, she had seen these berries in a daze last night.
So, what cos next...
Linda Camille's gaze turned this way.
Imdiately, Linda caught sight of Arthur, and a gleam of excitent appeared in the girl's eyes, but it quickly turned sowhat dim.
Without a doubt, when Ms. Yevna Kledos Camille left ho, she had made sure to tell her daughter everything to prevent any unnecessary problems that might arise in the future.
Undoubtedly, Ms. Camille knew her daughter very well; she did not wish for the fourth generation of the Kledos family to beco too 'Pureblood'.
They were not like those 'ambitious' nobles.
Of course, there were so things that Ms. Camille could not have foreseen—
Arthur was looking at Linda Camille... no!
More accurately, he was looking at his young aunt.
The young 'Spirit dium' felt increasingly embarrassed.
Clearly, the young 'Spirit dium' had yet to figure out how to interact with his aunt, who was a year younger than himself.
'Damn Old Charlie, what a 'gent(leman)' you truly are!' Arthur thought to himself while his gaze towards Linda Camille carried a hint of inquiry.
It was not surprising for the Camille family to be acquainted with the Bernice family, given their wealth.
However, Arthur was concerned about Linda's initial expression, that mixture of joy, relief, and eager anticipation which he found intriguing.
But Arthur didn't imdiately ask about it.
Before him stood an important client—
"Mr. Bernice, this is not about the money!"
As Arthur faced Mr. Bernice, who was filled with a murderous intent borne of the grief of losing a son, he softly replied while pointing at the 'ritual tracks' concealed beneath Fresh Blood.
Although it was not very effective, Arthur still chose to refer to those lines created from a mixture of salt and turning powder as 'ritual tracks'.
Mr. Bernice followed Arthur's finger and inspected the lines closely.
As the businessman discerned what was made from the salt and turning powder, a deeper darkness clouded his eyes.
Undoubtedly, this businessman knew sothing.
Not much, but enough for him to make a correct judgnt—
"20,000 Gold Coins to find the person who killed Clay!"
The amount offered as a reward remained the sa, but its value had doubled.
"No. 2 Cork Street, the Spirit dium Parlor is at your service—please give so ti, and I will provide you with a satisfactory answer."
Even though Arthur was eager to get directly involved in the Bernice family's 'warehouse business,' he was well aware that the ti was not right.
And 20,000 Gold Coins was already the limit for the businessman.
Entrepreneurs like him would not squander money as the second generation does; they calculated the value of every Coin carefully.
Because they knew all too well how hard it was to earn money.
"I look forward to it."
Hearing Arthur's words, Mr. Bernice nodded slightly and turned to walk toward his wife, consoling her in a low voice with an arm around her shoulders.
Arthur then approached Linda Camille.
Seeing Arthur walking towards her, Linda instinctively felt inexplicably flustered—Arthur was embarrassed, and Linda even more so.
That naïvely sweet feeling, shattered by her mother's words 'you are his aunt.'
Linda was completely overwheld by indescribable emotions and felt lost and bewildered.
But it was during this ti that so bizarre incidents began to occur. In such a state, she 'saw' quite a few things.
Not complete events, just fragntary snippets.
So were like dreams, yet Linda was convinced she was awake.
So, after her mother's departure, Linda beca utterly engrossed in this unprecedented experience.
Until this morning—
She saw her good friend Edith lying in a pool of blood, mixed with several images, which chilled her to the bone.
At the sa ti, to verify what she had 'seen,' she had gone early to seek out her friend Edith.
And with the jumbled visions being confird one after another, she knew her 'Spirit dium' Bloodline had Awakened.
At this realization, the young girl was both thrilled and lancholic.
Who doesn't wish to be extraordinary from birth?
Being able to awaken the "Spirit dium" Bloodline is naturally exciting, but it also proves that one is none other than Arthur's little Aunt...
Alas!
A heavy sigh in the depths of her heart made Linda's expression grow increasingly complex.
"Hey, Linda, good morning."
Arthur greeted her.
The title of little Aunt was still a bit hard to say, so he kept it to the familiar form.
And this relieved Linda.
"Good morning, Arthur."
Linda responded in the way she had before.
Then, the young girl pulled Arthur to one side and began to recount her experiences in a quiet voice.
As Arthur listened, his expression grew serious.
"Have you experienced anything bizarre around you?
Like feeling a chill?
Or hearing so whispering by your ear?"
Arthur inquired.
"No, it's just that occasionally I can see so images—a very chaotic kind, like last night, I clearly saw you holding Pan Zheng in your sleep, but the next mont you turned into a gigantic snake, one so large it was terrifying, bathing in endless thunder, with wings sprouting feathers, and then in a short while, more and more heads began to erge on your neck..."
The girl shook her head, but her following words caused all of Arthur's features to tense up.
At this mont, Arthur had confird that the girl before him had likely experienced a Bloodline Awakening, and moreover, it was a Bloodline that could see "the future."
This...
It fit well with the characteristics of a 'Spirit dium.'
aning, her words could indeed be fragnts of the future.
'Turning into a snake, could be related to the "Dark Serpent Bloodline."
Bathing in thunder, must be from obtaining the "Glory Potion" from the hands of that Countess, completing the "Dark Serpent Bloodline."
Heads sprouting from the neck?
Could it be that my aliases are increasing?'
Arthur made reasonable explanations to himself.
But there was one thing he couldn't explain—
'If Old Charlie is a fake, then why can Linda Camille awaken a Bloodline?
Uncle Drake and Aunt Cassandra didn't have a Bloodline Awakening either, right?
It can't be that I'm the only Muggle in the family, can it?
To protect my feelings and to prevent the sa fate as the 'Blood Marquis' family, did everyone conceal everything from ?
No! No!
The Kledos family are all normal people, it must be Linda's mother, Ms. Camille's family that has so extraordinary ancestry, and Linda, stimulated by sothing, only then experienced the Awakening!
Yes, it must be so!'
Arthur emphasized in his heart, continuously nodding to reassure himself.
When he noticed Linda looking at him with confusion, Arthur said softly—
"These are all normal phenona for the Kledos Family when a Bloodline Awakens. I have gone through sothing similar myself. After a while, you will be able to gradually master this ability."
"This ability?
Are there other abilities?"
Linda let out a relieved breath, then followed up with expectant inquiry.
Arthur nodded affirmatively and naturally said.
"Of course, the Kledos Family is born extraordinary!
Having the Bloodline of the Kledos Family, you were destined to stand out from the rest!"
Saying this, Arthur paused for a mont.
Then he changed the subject—
"So, now for a little test, let ask you...
When you saw Clay's corpse, what did you 'see'?"
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