I have a Tantric panel

[A moth that has not yet molted reveals its true form to you!]

[Optional]

[1. Leading her down a path of obsession!]

2. Drift her towards other criteria!

With an invisible hand, manipulate the destinies of others...

Xia En was stunned for a moment.

Clearly, this is another way to obtain [Soul Points].

Is it not just about "contact," but about changing the fate of superhumans?

Thinking about this, a dangerous idea popped into his head.

So, would killing the superhuman you come into contact with directly change your fate?

Shaun shook his head vigorously, banishing the dangerous thought from his mind.

It's not a question of whether or not one dares to kill.

Rather, he had a gut feeling that the panel wouldn't take this crude method into account.

Moreover, these lines of text are written very clearly.

The main methods are leading or deflecting!

To be honest, Shane wouldn't mind choosing option 1.

Even if Clara embarks on a seemingly dangerous and mad path, becoming a moth drawn to a flame and dying, it is her own choice.

But the problem is...

Shaun himself is not a superhuman, so where did he get the ability to guide Clara onto the path of enlightenment?

on the other hand.

The second path seems to be more sustainable and better in line with long-term interests.

Faced with the silence of Xia En.

Clara's beautiful brows furrowed little by little.

She sensed a dangerous aura emanating from the young man before her; a mysterious quality enveloped him.

Especially the gaze falling into the air, as if seeing things that ordinary people cannot see.

"Mr. Shane."

Clara's tone softened somewhat.

"I have no intention of being your enemy, but that painting is really important to me."

"We can absolutely cooperate for a win-win situation."

Composing himself, Xia En spoke.

"Excuse me, Miss Clara, what is your purpose in 'borrowing' this painting?"

The girl hesitated for a moment, but still answered honestly.

"I need it to exchange for something important from another person."

What is the purpose of that item?

Upon hearing this, Clara instantly became like a cat with its fur standing on end, displaying strong vigilance and wariness.

"This is my personal privacy, and I cannot disclose that information."

Xia En touched his chin.

The clues in my mind gradually came together.

"Your trading partner is an extraordinary individual, isn't that right?"

Clara crossed her arms in front of her chest.

This is a clear defensive stance, and it also shows that this statement hits the nail on the head!

Before the girl could answer, Xia En continued.

"I suspect he is not the extraordinary individual the Harrison family is familiar with, but rather a dangerous person you have been in contact with privately."

"At the same time, you actually knew about his danger, and you also knew about the hidden dangers and risks behind it, but you still did it—for a reason that you couldn't say out loud."

With each word Shane uttered, Clara's expression grew more tense.

By the time the last syllable fell, the girl's expression had become extremely unpleasant.

"Mr. Shane, what exactly are you trying to say?"

"What I'm trying to say is... rather than trusting a superhuman whose stance is unclear, it's better to associate with a more upright and trustworthy superhuman."

Xia En looked intently into her eyes.

"And I can introduce you."

Through the conversation just now, Shane realized that his advantage lay in—

Information gap!

It's easy to see that Clara is still a fledgling in the realm behind the curtain.

Her act of stealing paintings seemed more like a desperate attempt to find a cure.

She knew that "The Person in the Painting" was a mystical work, but she may not have known that Aurora herself was a true supernatural being.

At most, it's just speculation.

However, with the help of the panel, Shane had already seen this out, and even knew that Aura was a relatively lawful "heart" criterion.

Moreover, spending these days together has made Xia En understand even more.

The professor is a kind person who seems cold on the outside but is warm on the inside.

She should be willing to lend a helping hand if a student encounters trouble.

Clara was a smart girl and immediately understood Shane's hint.

"You mean...Professor Aurora?"

"It depends on your purpose."

Shane actually knew another superhuman—Lucius Moriarty!

However, the two were not very close, and it was unknown which area the detective was good at, so he could only be considered as a backup option for the time being.

At this moment, Clara hesitated, a conflicted look flashing across her face.

"I need to think about it."

Xia En did not try to persuade him further.

That's all he can do.

If Clara still intends to go down this path, then we can only let her be.

However, Shane glanced at the panel.

Offset: 2%

This seems to indicate that the girl's fate has already undergone some changes?

Before leaving, Clara gave Shane 5 gold crown coins as payment for the conversation.

Perhaps... it also implies hush money?

Feeling the weight of the gold crown coin in his pocket, Xia En felt a surge of confidence.

Even the way he looked at Clara became much friendlier.

This girl may be somewhat dangerous, but if used properly, she can yield amazing benefits.

With his hands in his pockets, Xia En hummed a little tune as he walked towards the red brick building, thinking to himself.

Tonight, I'm treating Ronan to a meal outside the school!

……

……

The Harrison family mansion stands silently in the twilight of the capital.

The main structure of the building is made of solid gray stone.

The reliefs on the walls are majestic and elegant, showcasing the heritage of the ancient nobility.

The double oak doors are engraved with the family crest—an ever-blooming iris.

"Miss, you're back."

The old butler, whose hair was combed meticulously, came out to greet them.

"Um."

Clara gave a curt reply and absentmindedly walked through the door.

The mansion was well-lit.

But neither the sunlight streaming in through the window nor the candlelight in the corridor could dispel the chill that permeated the air.

When they encounter Clara, the servants bow their heads in greeting, but their steps are always slightly hurried.

An indescribable sense of oppression enveloped every corner of the mansion like a fog.

Clara was already used to the atmosphere at home.

Her gaze swept across both sides of the corridor.

The wall originally displayed portraits of members of the Harrison family throughout history.

But now, there's nothing left there.

Moreover, careful observers will notice that there isn't a single oil painting hanging in this enormous mansion!

For the Harrison family, which has a long history of marriage alliances with the royal family, this is undoubtedly a very unusual phenomenon.

Clara's eyes flickered, and she suddenly stopped and walked towards a corner of the side hall.

There is a secret door leading underground.

However, before Clara could open the hidden door, the old butler blocked her way.

"Miss, please stop."

"Uncle Anton, you..."

"You've been 'visiting' too many times this month; the master will be unhappy."

Upon hearing the title "Master," the stubbornness in the girl's eyes softened little by little.

"Then at least let me hear her voice, okay?"

"Please go ahead."

The old butler, Joel, silently stepped aside and used his gaze to dismiss the other servants.

They waited until only the two of them remained in the side hall.

Clara pressed her ear against the hidden door, her golden hair falling down.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

From behind the door, a muffled sound, like smashing, could be faintly heard, accompanied by a hoarse and strange roar.

That didn't sound like a human could make.

But as she listened, Clara's tears flowed silently down her cheeks.

She whispered to herself:

"Mom, I will save you—no matter the cost."