Wizard, I Have Another World

Chapter 385 Old Friends

Norma?

Even Abbott, an elder of the Pantheon known as the "Black Wizard," couldn't help but feel helpless at this moment.

people,

Everyone has their own weaknesses, and he is no exception.

"Feel sorry."

With a sigh, Abbott addressed the two:

"I don't plan to sell this house."

"Excuse me," said Lin, the real estate agent, after glancing at the files in her hand.

"According to the property registration information, this residence is registered under the name of your youngest daughter, Norma."

"You're only staying here temporarily."

"The sale of the house only requires Ms. Norma's consent. You have no right to veto the sale process, and it is indeed not very convenient for you to live alone in such a large place."

?

Abbott's face darkened.

Today, the "Black Wizard" is dressed in an ancient-style robe, leaning on a ceremonial staff, exuding an inexplicable air of nobility.

This air of nobility is accumulated over many years, with every movement conforming to aristocratic etiquette.

At this moment, with her eyebrows slightly lowered, Lin suddenly felt a chill in her heart, as if she were being watched by some terrifying being. She subconsciously took a step back and hid behind Karl.

"Sir, this is Miss Norma's instruction. She urgently needs to sell the house, and Professor Carl happens to need it as well."

"Professor Carl?"

Abbott's eyes flickered slightly:

"Professor Carl from the University of Science and Technology?"

"Yes."

Karl smiled and nodded:

"I didn't expect the old gentleman to know me."

What a coincidence?

Abbott squinted.

He has been keeping a close eye on the people around Professor Jim lately, including Carl, who took over the laboratory.

"I've heard that Professor Carl's research projects are very popular. I occasionally make investments, so I've heard about them."

With a smile, Abbott began:

"It is my honor that Professor Carl likes this house, but there are indeed many inconveniences here."

"It doesn't matter." Karl looked up, surveying the manor.

"I'll talk to whoever owns this place; right now, the ownership is in your daughter's hands."

"May I take a look inside?"

Abbott's expression remained unchanged, but his grip on his cane tightened, and the magical circuits in his mental sea began to flicker.

Two ordinary people...

With his third-tier extraordinary abilities, he has plenty of ways to solve the problem.

"Abbott!"

Just as he was about to make his move, a figure rushed into the manor, eyes blazing with anger, shouting:

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

The woman, in her early twenties, wearing a white dress, stormed up to Abbott with an aggressive air.

She is Norma.

Abbott's youngest daughter.

However, the two were clearly not close; they were even like enemies, with the former calling out the father's name directly.

"Norma." Abbott frowned.

"This item is not for sale."

"Why not?" Norma raised an eyebrow:

"This manor was left to me by my mother. You are only staying temporarily. I ask you to leave now."

"Mr. Abbott!"

"Don't make me call the police to forcibly remove you!"

"Norma..." Abbott's eyes were complicated:

"Your mother's situation is not as simple as you think."

"I don't care!" Norma's eyes reddened.

"Whatever the reason, you killed Mother, and you're not even willing to give an explanation."

Please leave!

Abbott opened his mouth, his gaze falling on his angry daughter, before finally sighing helplessly.

"All right."

"Please give me time to pack my things."

"Of course." Karl stepped into the villa, and the first thing that caught his eye was a huge portrait.

The portrait depicts a beautiful woman.

"She is the first person in our family to be remembered, and I hope that Professor Carl will not touch anything here before the ownership of this house is resolved."

Abbott spoke:

"Especially the portraits here."

"..." Karl looked at the woman in the painting, his eyes filled with complex emotions:

"Can."

Remiller!

He was a messenger angel under the Lord of Dawn, a cardinal on earth, and later an archangel.

It was her.

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"Um!"

Barrow struggled to open his eyes, feeling excruciating pain all over his body. He grimaced for a long time before he could prop himself up.

"Where is this place?"

Before him was a huge glass dome, and he lay in clean white bedding with an IV drip attached to his wrist.

"You're awake."

A familiar voice came:

"No wonder he has a genetically optimized physique; a normal person would need at least seven days and seven nights to wake up."

"Professor Jim!" Barrow's eyes widened as he reached out and pulled back the covers to look in the direction the voice came from.

Jim, dressed in a safety suit, held a tablet and nodded at him.

"Would you like to get down and walk around?"

Barrow's clothes resembled hospital gowns, and he had an indwelling needle in his wrist.

He was barefoot, following behind Jim, observing the surroundings.

"What an advanced machine!"

"That's right."

Jim nodded, his eyes shining:

"This place has the world's most advanced gene testing instruments, as well as supporting scientific research equipment."

"Now……"

"They all belong to us!"

"Professor," Barrow said in a low voice.

"You still haven't told me where this place is?"

"Does it matter?" Jim turned around, his eyes wide open.

"Here we have, we have all kinds of equipment, and many researchers who can help with the research..."

Does it matter where it is?

?

Barrow opened his mouth.

He knew Jim was obsessed with research projects, but he never imagined it would be to this extent.

As long as they are given what they need for research, they probably wouldn't mind being locked up in prison.

"professor."

Barrow opens his mouth:

"Tracy doesn't know you're still alive. She's been very sad lately, so we should tell her."

"Tracy..." Jim frowned.

"She's grown up now and should be able to live independently. She can't rely on me for everything."

"As a father, isn't it incredibly irresponsible of you to say that?" Barrow frowned, unable to hold back his words.

"Tracy has never received anything from you growing up, and sometimes she even had to find her own way to cover her living expenses. No one can deny your achievements in scientific research, but you should not forget your family."

"Enough!" Jim said, his face showing displeasure.

What's the point of household chores?

"You want to know what this place is? Then I'll tell you, this is a base of the Pantheon."

"..." Barrow pursed his lips. He liked Trish, and from Trish's perspective, he was naturally dissatisfied with Jim's attitude, but there was no point in saying these things at this time.

Take a deep breath now:

"The Pantheon?"

"What is this?"

"A long, long time ago, there were gods in this world, at least that's what the people of the Pantheon believed." Jim shrugged.

"Some people gathered together in order to resurrect the gods, and that became the Pantheon."

"The Pantheon is also one of the three major organizations in the extraordinary world."

"The three major organizations?" Barrow pressed.

"What are the other two?"

"The Night's Watch, the Blood Oath," Jim said.

"The Night Watch is a supernatural organization of the Federation, and its purpose is to address the harm that supernatural powers cause to ordinary people."

"As for the blood oath..."

"A group of mysterious vampires. No one knows who this organization is or where they are hiding. They are also enemies of the Pantheon."

Jim took a breath and continued:

"Besides these three major organizations, there are other entities that have come into contact with supernatural powers. For example, the Bitmain Group has its own supernatural armed forces, and even the Night Watch in Fast City dare not provoke this group."

"In short..."

"The most powerful and wealthiest people in the world have all come into contact with extraordinary forces."

(End of this chapter)