Wizard: Adventures in Two Worlds-Chapter 654 - 12: Old Acquaintance

Norma?

Even Abbott, the elder of the Temple of Gods and known as the ’Black Wizard’, couldn’t help but feel helpless at this moment.

People,

always have their own weaknesses, and he was no exception.

"Sorry."

Sighing, Abbott spoke to the two of them:

"I don’t intend to sell this house."

"Apologies." The real estate agent ’Lin’ glanced at the file in her hand and smiled:

"According to the property registration information, this house is under your younger daughter Norma’s name."

"You are just temporarily staying here."

"Selling the house just requires Miss Norma’s approval, you don’t have the right to veto the sale process, and living alone in such a big place is indeed inconvenient."

?

Abbott’s face darkened.

Today, the ’Black Wizard’ was dressed in ancient formal wear, holding a staff, exuding an inexplicable nobility.

This nobility was accumulated over long years, precise to the point that every movement conformed to aristocratic etiquettes.

At this moment, his brows slightly lowered, ’Lin’ suddenly felt a chill running down her spine, as if being stared at by some terrifying existence, instinctively stepped back to hide behind Carl.

"Sir, this is Miss Norma’s instruction, she is eager to sell the house, and Professor Carl happens to need it."

"Professor Carl?"

Abbott’s eyes slightly moved:

"Professor Carl from the Polytechnic University?"

"Yes."

Carl nodded with a faint smile:

"I didn’t expect you would know me, sir."

Such coincidence?

Abbott squinted.

Lately, he had been paying attention to the people around Professor Jim, including Carl, who took over the laboratory.

"I heard the project Professor Carl is researching is very popular, I occasionally invest, so I’ve heard of it."

Smiling, Abbott spoke:

"It’s my honor that this house attracts Professor Carl, but indeed there are many inconvenient aspects here."

"It doesn’t matter." Carl raised his head, examining the estate:

"Whoever holds the ownership here, I’ll talk with them, right now the ownership is in your daughter’s hands."

"May I see inside?"

Abbott’s expression remained unchanged, but the hand gripping the staff tightened, and the magic circuit in his spiritual inner sea began to flicker.

Two ordinary people...

With his Third Tier extraordinary ability, he had many ways to solve this.

"Abbott!"

Just as he was about to take action, a figure rushed into the estate, eyes glaring, and shouted:

"They are my guests, what are you doing?"

The visitor was in their early twenties, wearing a white dress, aggressively confronting Abbott.

It was Norma.

Abbott’s younger daughter.

But the relationship between the two was obviously not close, even resembling enemies, calling the father directly by name.

"Norma," Abbott frowned:

"This place cannot be sold."

"Why can’t it?" Norma raised an eyebrow:

"This estate was left to me by Mother, you’re just temporarily staying, I now ask you to leave here."

"Mr. Abbott!"

"Don’t make me call the police to forcefully evict you!"

"Norma..." Abbott’s expression was complicated:

"Your mother’s matter is not as simple as you think."

"I don’t care!" Norma’s eyes reddened:

"No matter the reason, in the end, it was you who caused Mother’s death, you didn’t even bother to offer an explanation."

"Please leave!"

Abbott opened his mouth, his gaze landed on the angry face of his daughter, finally sighed helplessly.

"Alright."

"Please give me time to pack my things."

"Of course." Carl stepped into the villa, first to catch his eye was a large portrait.

The portrait depicted a beautiful woman.

"She is the first person in our family needing commemoration, I hope that before resolving the ownership of this house, Professor Carl doesn’t touch anything here."

Abbott spoke:

"Especially the portrait."

"..." Carl looked at the woman in the painting, his gaze complicated:

"Okay."

Remiller!

The Messenger Angel under the ’Master of Dawn’, the Red Cardinal in the mortal realm, and later the Great Angel.

It was her.

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"Ugh!"

Barro struggled to open his eyes, feeling intense pain all over, groaning before managing to sit up.

"Where is this place?"

In front was a giant glass capsule; he lay in white bedding, his wrist connected to an IV drip.

"You’re awake."

A familiar voice said:

"No wonder your constitution is genetically optimized, a normal person would sleep at least seven days and nights to awaken."

"Professor Jim!" Barro’s eyes widened, hurling the blanket aside and turning towards the voice.

A Jim, dressed in a safety suit, held a tablet, nodding to him:

"Do you want to come down for a walk?"

Barro wore clothes similar to hospital patient attire, with a needle in his wrist.

He followed Jim barefoot, observing the environment here.

"Such advanced machinery!"

"Precisely."

Jim nodded, eyes gleaming:

"Here, the world’s most advanced gene testing instruments and supporting research equipment are available."

"Now..."

"They all belong to us!"

"Professor." Barro spoke in a low voice:

"You haven’t said what this place is?"

"Does it matter?" Jim turned, eyes wide:

"Here, there’s me, you, various equipment, and many researchers to help with research..."

"Does the location matter?"

?

Barro opened his mouth.

He knew Jim was obsessive over research projects, but hadn’t expected the obsession to reach this extent.

As long as the research requirements were met, even being locked in prison seemed indifferent.

"Professor."

Barro spoke:

"Trish still doesn’t know you’re alive, she’s been very sad lately, you should give her this news."

"Trish..." Jim frowned:

"She’s grown up, she should rely on her own ability to live independently, can’t rely on me for everything."

"Isn’t saying this as a father too irresponsible?" Barro raised his eyebrows, couldn’t help but say:

"Trish has never gained anything from you throughout her life, she even sometimes had to figure out living expenses on her own; your achievements in research are undeniable, but don’t forget the family."

"Enough!" Jim’s face showed displeasure:

"What significance do family trivial matters hold?"

"Do you want to know where this place is? Then I’ll tell you: it’s a base of the Temple of Gods."

"..." Barro pursed his lips, he liked Trish, naturally wasn’t satisfied with Jim’s attitude from her perspective, but saying anything now was useless.

Taking a deep breath at present:

"Temple of Gods?"

"What is this?"

"A long time ago, this world indeed had gods, at least that’s what Temple of Gods thinks." Jim shrugged:

"Some people gathered together aiming to revive the Divine, thus forming the Temple of Gods."

"Temple of Gods is one of the three major organizations in the Transcendent world."

"Three major organizations?" Barro pursued:

"What are the other two?"

"Nightwatcher, Blood Alliance." Jim replied:

"Nightwatcher is the Transcendent organization of the Federation, existing to solve the harm Extraordinary Power brings to ordinary people."

"As for Blood Alliance..."

"A mysterious group of vampires, no one knows who are in this organization, where they hide, it’s also an enemy of Temple of Gods."

Sighing, Jim continued:

"Apart from these three major organizations, there are also existences having encountered Extraordinary Power, like BHP Group has its own extraordinary weaponry, even in Fast City Nightwatchers wouldn’t dare provoke this group."

"In short..."

"The most powerful and wealthy in this world have all encountered Extraordinary Power."