Build an ancient-level power in the nightmare world

Inside the apartment at 037 Nottingham Street.

After seeing Commissioner Smith and Orion off, Chris closed the door, strode into the bedroom, and dragged out a large suitcase from under the bed.

He opened the box, and there it was, the unassuming secret box, still lying quietly among a pile of leatherworking tools. Only then did he slowly exhale.

At this moment, the secret box was empty, and the star card was still on his person.

After a moment's thought, Chris did not put the star card back into the secret box.

It's fine to just carry it with you like this.

He closed the secret box, fastened the suitcase, and pushed it back under the bed.

Chris sat down on the edge of the bed and couldn't help but recall the events of the previous night.

A moment later.

Chris got up and went to the living room to take another careful look at his apartment.

The thought of moving soon filled him with a sense of melancholy.

Although the apartment was old, the neighbors were all well-behaved, making it very peaceful. During his time living there, he didn't actually find anything wrong with it.

Today is Chris's day off.

According to his original plan, he was going to the Housing Authority today to check the information of the previous owners of the apartment building before Imbank took over.

I mentioned this matter, intentionally or unintentionally, when I spoke with Commissioner Smith earlier.

The other party's reply instantly dashed Chris's hopes.

Smith told him that the other party had already reviewed all the relevant documents about the apartment before they arrived.

The documents show that before Imbank took over, the apartment building had two previous owners, neither of whom left any records.

To be precise, the places on the record where the owner's name should have been written were all turned into black ink stains.

There are no spare copies of these documents, and now probably no one knows the identities of the first two owners.

Of course, Smith added that Imbank might still have the previous owner's information.

Orion didn't interrupt, but naturally steered the conversation back to the demolition issue.

Chris had previously dealt with staff at Im Bank in order to investigate the previous owner's affairs, and he knew very well that they wouldn't easily give him the previous owner's information.

The reason is simple: to protect customer privacy.

For the bank, this reason is simply irrefutable.

Chris had no choice but to temporarily abandon the idea of ​​investigating previous owners.

Besides this, Chris had also planned to go to 1102 Happiness Avenue today.

Go find Logan and see if you can ask him where to get knowledge about semiotics.

Logan, as a deacon of the Church of the Obsidian Tongue, is not an ordinary person.

Chris is no longer an ordinary person, and the two of them sharing some occult knowledge does not violate the terms of the agreement.

But out of caution, Chris decided to wait a little longer.

Even though so many things happened last night.

But life goes on.

The most important thing for Chris right now is to find a new place to live as soon as possible.

This time, he doesn't plan to buy a house.

After signing the house sale contract the day after tomorrow and receiving the cash, he plans to rent a place to live first.

Chris decided to go out and explore for the rest of the day, looking for suitable apartments to rent.

……

Two days later.

Chris rode in Jonathan's car to a magnificent villa on the outskirts of Rom.

The vehicle was parked on a lawn outside the villa.

There are already more than a dozen cars parked here.

On another lawn not far away, several horse-drawn carriages were parked.

These carriages were exquisitely designed and decorated with intricate carvings. Even the horses pulling them were draped with silk ribbons printed with beautiful patterns.

Compared to the cars here, which are almost identical in shape and color, these horse-drawn carriages look much more luxurious.

After Chris got out of the car, he couldn't help but take a few more glances.

Jonathan walked over to Chris and emphasized again, "At the party later, talk less, drink less, grab something to eat if you get hungry, stay in the party area, and don't wander around."

Jonathan had been repeating this phrase over and over since he arrived at the company that morning.

In fact, Chris had absolutely no interest in the party itself.

He understood the principle better than anyone: don't force yourself into circles that don't belong to you.

But there was nothing he could do; it was Miss Constance's invitation, and Jonathan insisted that he go with her.

Chris received a considerable sum of cash from the demolition compensation. After signing the contract in the morning, Im Bank transferred the money directly to his account.

However, there are no stable and reliable investment channels in the world yet, and a job that can bring a continuous income is still essential for Chris.

Two days ago, he thought he had a chance to be recruited by the torchbearer.

But there's still no news. It seems he was just overthinking things.

So he could only hold onto this job for now and follow Jonathan's arrangements.

The nobility of this era theoretically had no special privileges, but who can say for sure what they actually were like?

Just as Chris was following Jonathan toward the villa gate, a jet-black carriage with exquisite carvings was speeding toward the gate.

Chris suddenly sensed something and turned to look. He was shocked to see that the two black horses in front of the carriage had their eyes slightly red and were charging straight toward him and Jonathan.

The horses showed absolutely no sign of slowing down.

Chris pushed off with his feet in advance and quickly dodged to the side.

Jonathan reacted a beat too slowly and was about to be hit.

Without hesitation, Chris reached out his right hand, grabbed Jonathan's collar, and yanked him back sharply.

Jonathan was suddenly pulled and fell backward uncontrollably, landing hard on his backside on the gravel-paved main road in front of the villa gate.

The galloping horses barely grazed Jonathan's feet, kicking up a gust of wind mixed with dust that covered Jonathan's face and body.

The area affected by the strong wind was not large, but it was enough to impact Chris.

Chris felt the rhythm of the airflow around him, and subconsciously, the strong wind carrying dust suddenly changed direction around him, part of it hitting Jonathan and part of it blowing towards the open space behind him.

He was able to notice something was wrong with the carriage a few seconds earlier because he sensed an unusual airflow disturbance that suddenly appeared not far away.

Even if one does not actively use the power of the Holy Path.

It will also passively make the Holy Path Walker different from ordinary people in some aspects.

This is a gift of extraordinary power, and one of the reasons why extraordinary powers attract each other.

Even if you don't actively use your power, it still exists; its very existence is an influence.

"Ah~"

Suddenly, a scream came from in front of Chris.

He looked closely and saw Jonathan clutching his right foot, groaning in pain.

His brand-new, high-end leather shoes had a deep rut pressed into the toe area.

The carriage that had just sped past, though the horses avoided Jonathan, still had its wheels run over the toes of his right foot.

Looking at Jonathan's shoe toes, which were already flattened, Chris couldn't help but wiggle his right toes, as if he also felt a sharp pain.

The carriage was about to rush into the villa gate when it suddenly stopped.

Two glossy black horses suddenly reared up and let out a high-pitched neigh.

The men, dressed in black suits, who had been guarding the door, finally realized what was happening.

Two of them rushed to Jonathan's side to ask him what was wrong.

The others stood around the stopped carriage with serious expressions and wary eyes.

The commotion quickly attracted the attention of the party guests nearby.

Everyone turned to look in their direction.

Several figures dressed in exquisite formal attire were walking briskly toward the villa gate.

"What happened?"

Of the group that arrived, the one walking the fastest and leading the way was a middle-aged man with neatly combed, slicked-back black hair. He looked at the carriage parked in front of the gate, his tone turning serious as he asked a young man in a black suit beside him.

"What's going on?"

The young man quickly told the middle-aged man everything he had seen.

After listening, the middle-aged man looked at the carriage with an unfriendly expression.

Even now, no one has gotten off the carriage.

More and more people gathered around.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man turned to the young woman standing a little distance away, dressed in an exquisite white dress and holding a black cat, and said in a requesting tone, "Miss, we're afraid we need to inspect this carriage."

The young woman addressed as "Miss" also raised her head with a slight frown and looked towards the carriage.

The carriage was enclosed, with the exquisitely carved black wooden doors tightly shut, making it impossible to see inside.

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go up and check. What if someone is inside and hasn't come out yet? They might be injured."

The young woman holding the black cat spoke with a hint of urging.

Upon receiving the order, the middle-aged man did not let the young men in black suits around him take action. Instead, he personally walked around the two horses that seemed to have calmed down and carefully approached the carriage.

He first gently knocked on the car door, but there was still no response from inside. He then carefully observed the car door to confirm that it opened outwards, and tried to pull it open to both sides.

The car doors were unlocked, with the two door panels tightly closed and equipped with ingenious spring devices on both sides, so even if they were not locked, the doors would not be easily flung open.

The middle-aged man pulled the car door open from the outside with a little force.

The carriage windows were all drawn with dark curtains, and only a little light from outside peeked through the gaps in the curtains.

The moment the car door opened, the middle-aged man's pupils constricted sharply after he saw what was inside.