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"Doctor, is it Vivian...?" Marquis Holmes, hearing that Grayson wanted to speak with Benjamin alone, assumed it was still about Vivian and quickly stepped forward to interrupt.

Grayson turned to Marquis Holmes, shook his head, and said, "Vivian is fine now. If you're worried, you can go into the room to check on her, but she just woke up, so I suggest you don't stay in there too long. You need to give her enough time to rest."

After saying that, Dr. Grayson looked at Benjamin and gestured for him to come with him to the next room.

Upon hearing Grayson's explanation, the Marquis of Holmes's worry lessened considerably. He quickly stepped forward, gently opened the door to the ward, and quietly entered.

Benjamin's gaze briefly met Grayson's before he turned and walked toward the next room.

In the corridor, only Chase and three men in black remained.

Chase watched Benjamin and Dr. Grayson walk into the next room, glanced at the closed ward door, and then looked back at the three men in black not far away.

In the end, he did nothing but stand there, rubbing his heels against the hospital's terrazzo floor to pass the time.

Inside a bright, luxurious hospital room.

After entering the house, Grayson took off his mask for the first time, revealing the face of a middle-aged man with a bluish stubble around his mouth.

He looked at Benjamin and said seriously, "The people from Crossbell contacted you, right?"

Benjamin's eyes flickered upon hearing this, and he nodded slightly.

"They want me to go back and inherit the title."

"You refused?"

"Um."

"What use is a title to someone who could die at any moment?" Benjamin said with a rare hint of self-deprecation, "especially since it came from his own nephew..."

As he spoke, a hint of reminiscence flashed in Benjamin's eyes.

About two weeks ago, he received the news. His nephew, who was fifteen years younger than him, had passed away recently.

The main branch of the Hall family is located in Crossbell City. Even without any extraordinary individuals in the family, they are still affected by the curse, and few male members live past the age of 30.

Even married women of the Hall family, and boys born to outsiders, could be affected by the curse.

His nephew, the current viscount of the Hall family, is now dead, and his eldest child is only 12 years old. Before his death, he made a will, wanting Benjamin to inherit the viscountship and return to Crossbell to take charge of the Hall family.

Viscount Hall knew Benjamin's identity as a torchbearer and also knew that it was best for members of the Extraordinary to avoid frequent contact with the main line, let alone live together. He made this arrangement for the sake of the family's continuation.

Over the years, almost no male member of the Hall family has escaped the curse. With an extra extraordinary person inheriting the title in the main branch, the family's situation can't get much worse, no matter how bad it gets.

Of the living male members of the Hall family, Benjamin is undoubtedly the most outstanding and the longest-lived.

For Viscount Hall, he preferred to pass the title to his distant uncle rather than to his brothers who had long since given up and were only interested in enjoying life.

Over the years, much of the Hall family's business has been seized by their maternal relatives.

However, the Hall family is a special case. Even though they are just a viscount family, they have always received a lot of care from the empire.

Crossbell is the capital of the Im Empire, and the imperial high command has always kept an eye on the Hall family, so those relatives of the empress dowager dare not go too far.

Benjamin refused mainly because there was no way to break the family curse.

Even he himself didn't know why he had been able to live for so long.

In fact, more than a decade ago, after his 30th birthday, Benjamin had already prepared himself to face death at any time.

For someone who could die at any moment, going back to inherit a title and getting involved in the power struggles of the nobility would be a complete waste of his remaining precious time.

but……

The image of that mysterious space and the stargazer's incarnation flashed through Benjamin's mind.

For him now, the situation is somewhat different.

Seeing Benjamin lost in thought, Dr. Grayson didn't disturb him.

He had known Benjamin for so many years, and this was the first time he had ever seen Benjamin show such an expression in front of outsiders.

He was also very curious about what Benjamin was thinking at that moment.

As expected, the other party still can't let go of family matters.

Benjamin abruptly turned his gaze away from the void in front of him, his eyes instantly regaining their composure. He looked at Grayson and asked, "Is that all you wanted to tell me?"

Grayson's expression didn't change much when he heard this.

He suddenly raised his right hand and snapped his fingers silently.

A transparent spiritual barrier instantly enveloped the entire ward.

"You missed the last gathering," Grayson said, his tone subtly changing as he looked at Benjamin.

Benjamin met Grayson's gaze directly, without flinching.

"Something came up and I was delayed."

"What about what we agreed on before?" Grayson pressed.

Benjamin remained silent for a moment after hearing this.

He suddenly shifted his gaze to the side, took two steps forward, turned his back to Grayson, and said casually, "It's not convenient to talk about this here. Let's discuss it at the next gathering."

After saying that, Benjamin walked out of the ward without looking back.

Grayson watched his departing figure, his gaze flickered, but his face remained expressionless as he silently put his mask back on.

……

In the dimly lit room, Chris suddenly stretched and opened his sleepy eyes.

He let out a lazy hum.

He slept very comfortably.

But the next second, Chris suddenly remembered something, immediately sat up, and patted himself all over.

Upon discovering that his pocket watch was not on him, he quickly got out of bed and hurried to the door.

He didn't know how long he had slept.

There are no windows here, so we don't even know if it's day or night outside.

Chris recalled the instructions Benjamin had given him.

He discovered that the other party only said not to leave here, but did not say that he could not leave the room.

Chris took a deep breath, gripped the doorknob, and slowly opened the door a crack.

He peered through the crack, constantly adjusting the angle, and got a general idea of ​​what was happening in the hall outside.

At this moment, there was only one person sitting with his back to him at the long table in the center of the hall.

Although the person's face was not clearly visible, judging from their build and hairstyle, it should be the same man with the gun from before.

If nothing unexpected happens, that person is Sean.

He had never interacted with the other party, either in his dreams or in reality.

Chris's understanding of Sean was limited to the fact that the man followed the Iron Law Anvil Holy Path and seemed to enjoy engraving exquisite patterns on his weapons.

Based on his understanding of the ironclad path of morality, those who walk this path are mostly people with extremely strong principles. Dealing with such people should be quite easy, as long as you don't always think about breaking the rules.

Chris slowly opened the door and took a small step outside.

The leather shoes made a very soft sound as they stepped on the floor.

The man sitting with his back to him suddenly turned his head and looked in Chris's direction.

Chris's gaze had been fixed on him, and their eyes met at that moment.

"Hello there."

Chris gave a friendly smile and was the first to greet him.

A hint of curiosity flashed in the man's eyes as he looked Chris up and down before saying, "Come and have some breakfast if you're hungry. The company just delivered it."

After saying that, the man with a strand of white hair on his forehead turned his head away and ignored Chris.

Upon hearing this, Chris looked away from him and quickly scanned the rest of the hall to confirm that Sean was the only one there.

He slowly walked over to Sean, pulled out a chair a space away from him, and sat down.

Chris glanced briefly at the steaming plates on the table.

Without any hesitation, he picked up a piece of bread that was still steaming hot from the silver plate, then used the silver tongs next to him to pick up a piece of meat of unknown origin, placed it on the bread, and put it directly into his mouth.

At the same time, he picked up the white liquid in the glass pitcher next to him and poured himself a glass.

He can tell it's milk just by looking at the color and smelling it.

Sean, who was standing nearby, saw all of this but didn't say anything. He just quietly held a cup of hot milk and took a sip every now and then.

"My name is Chris, what's yours?"

Chris noticed that Sean had been looking at him, so he turned around and asked casually.

"Sean, Sean Archer."

"Oh... my name is Chris, Chris Kraft." Chris immediately added after hearing Sean's formal self-introduction.

After exchanging names, neither of them spoke again, and the hall returned to silence.

"What time is it now?" Chris asked suddenly after silently finishing his bread.

Although he didn't know the exact time, he knew from Sean's words that it was morning.

This sudden question was simply a way of wanting to talk to the other person a little more.

Judging from the other party's behavior, Benjamin probably didn't give him any strict orders to keep an eye on him.

Chris estimated that his current situation was probably similar to what he had expected, not too serious.

Sean didn't answer his question immediately, but simply raised his head slightly and looked to his left front.

"7:25," Sean said casually.

Following Sean's gaze, Chris noticed that there was a clock hanging on the opposite wall.

Just as Chris was wondering when he would be able to get out of here.

Suddenly, a door on one side of the hall was pushed open.