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Chapter 73 Cecil (Seeking first subscriptions! Seeking monthly votes!!)

Although I set a goal with the professor to pursue a higher degree.

But in reality, Shane's life didn't change much.

Continue to perform teaching assistant duties as usual.

After class, he read the documents that Alara had found for him.

I practice my writing occasionally.

Isn't this exactly his original lifestyle?

That evening.

Instead of going home with Eileen, Shane took something with him, got into a carriage, and went to a coffee shop on a street corner in Zurich.

Ringing—

The oak-framed glass door was pushed open, and the wind chimes by the door rang out crisply.

The warm, roasted aroma of coffee beans wafts through the air.

Xia En's gaze fell on a small round table by the window in the shop.

Beside the lavender by the window, a melancholy-looking blond youth picked up a cup of coffee and took a small sip.

"Mr. Cecil."

Xia En stepped forward and greeted them.

"You've arrived?"

Cecil nodded. "What would you like to drink? The café au lait and mocha at this place are pretty good."

Xia En looked at the waiter beside him.

"A mocha, please."

After taking his seat, Cecil got straight to the point.

"Tell me, what do you want from me?"

As he spoke, he looked Xia En up and down, his eyes narrowing slightly.

It's only been a few days, but the young man in front of me seems to have changed again.

Posture, eye contact —

It inexplicably reminded him of his older brother, bringing a sense of oppression.

This kind of temperament is not something a painter/teaching assistant could possess.

Of course, what surprised Cecil even more was...

Shorn actually approached him, claiming that he had something very important to discuss.

That's why he was waiting for the other person to arrive in this coffee shop.

That's right.

Xia En began, "A few days ago I received a painting and an anonymous letter."

"The letter said to give this painting to Clara."

"But Miss Clara still hasn't come to school, and we don't know when she'll be free from her confinement."

"I thought that dragging this on like this couldn't go on, so I thought of you, Mr. Cecil."

"Oh?"

Cecil raised his handsome eyebrows: "A painting for Clara?"

He looked at something next to Shane that was wrapped in black cloth and resembled a picture frame.

"Why not send it directly to the Harrison family mansion instead of coming to me?"

Xia En's reasons were also quite valid.

"The letter said that it was essential to deliver the painting to Miss Clara herself."

"I heard that Clara's relationship with her father is not good."

"If it's sent to the Harrison family, I'm afraid—it won't actually reach her."

Cecil frowned even more deeply.

What stage has Clara's relationship with this guy reached?

How did you even know about this?

He then asked, "Can I see that painting?"

"certainly."

Shane handed over the picture frame, adding, "But it's best not to do it here."

"You know, this painting might be related to that side."

"I see."

Cecil nodded, and without lingering any longer, quickly got up and left.

Watching his departing figure, Xia En stroked his chin.

The panel did not indicate which criterion Cecil was a potential superhuman.

This suggests that he is likely in the middle state of the nine criteria, just like his junior, Shay.

I haven't decided which path I want to take yet.

As for whether the painting can be delivered to Clara?

Xia En couldn't be sure.

It's not impossible that Cecil, after viewing the painting, might have determined it to be a dangerous item and confiscated it.

But that's all Xia En can do.

If it were sent directly to Clara's house, there's a very high chance it would be intercepted by her father.

There's still a chance if Cecil hands it over.

The question is whether this painting will reveal his entry into Clara's dream.

Xia En wasn't too worried.

On the one hand, he had already learned from Aurora.

Those extraordinary individuals who follow the Path of the Gate (Opening) and the Path of Echo (Heart) also possess the ability to enter the dreams of others.

This is not a particularly taboo or frightening secret.

on the other hand.

Even if Clara guessed that Shane was the one who had entered her dream.

The two were not enemies, but comrades-in-arms fighting side by side.

simply put.

There is some risk of exposure, but it is not high.

In order to obtain a Soul Point with an Offset of 100%, and incidentally resolve Clara's family background issues.

This level of risk is still within an acceptable range.

At Harrison's mansion.

Cecil, carrying the picture frame, went straight to his bedroom.

The maids in the house saw this but didn't say anything.

It's not unusual for Cecil, the second son of a painter, to bring a painting home.

Lock the bedroom door.

Instead of immediately unwrapping the black cloth covering the picture frame, Cecil took out an antique-style gold coin from the bedside table.

He placed the gold coin on the back of the picture frame, and the etheric fields of the two gradually merged.

After a few seconds of silence, Cecil picked up the gold coin and tossed it into the air.

The gold coin spun and leaped into the air before falling back down.

The intricate patterns face upwards.

It's the front.

Cecil's expression relaxed a little.

This is a simple test based on "ancient gold coins".

If the painting carries a dangerous spirit, the gold coin will land face down.

Conversely, it is positive.

He pulled back the black cloth, and his expression immediately changed.

After staring at the painting for a long time, Cecil made up his mind.

He rewrapped the picture frame, tucked it into his waistband, and walked toward Clara's room.

"Young Master, what's wrong with you—?"

As they approached Clara's door, the butler Joel appeared out of nowhere.

"What? Can't I even see my sister?"

Cecil took a hard line.

"It's one thing to not let Clara go out, but at least she should have the right to move around freely within this house, right?"

Joel sighed helplessly, "After all, this is the master's order."

Cecil knew there was no point in getting angry with the butler, so he quickly shook his head and went into the room.

"Second Brother?"

Clara, dressed in casual clothes, looked surprised.

"Why are you here?"

"I want to see my dear sister."

Cecil smiled gently as he observed his sister's expression.

Although she had been confined to her home for several days, she was surprisingly in good spirits and did not seem to be feeling bored, anxious, or worried.

It was as if she had developed a brand new fighting spirit and belief, and was willing to put it into action.

Cecil was both surprised and somewhat speechless at this change.

envy?

Strange, why would I be jealous of my own sister?

Cecil frowned, cleared his mind of distractions, and handed over the picture frame.

"There's one more thing. Someone asked me to give this painting to you."

"painting?"

Clara paused for a moment, her heart starting to race.

She thought of the prophecy in her dream.

The kind and familiar man, whose face was obscured, said that someone would bring him a painting that would be the key to saving his mother.

And now, it's right in front of us!