517 Come To Me
Benson Walton’s POV:
What kind of experience was it to travel with a ghost?
I had to say, there was nothing special about it.
Julie’s remnant soul would neither run around nor do evil. Kevin had sealed her in a crystal bottle and occasionally let her out for fresh air. Every time this happened, Julie would wander in the area that Kevin had set for her.
We’d been to many places, and according to the intelligence, we’d visited all the former forces of the Evaria Family, but Julie’s remnant soul didn’t respond.
It was still in the Lycan pack. I crossed out the last possible location. We only had one choice left.
I’d rather it be a wolf’s den or a tiger’s den than the Lycan pack. but compared to me, Kevin had instead fallen into an indescribable fanaticism.
He wasn’t overly excited and showed no obvious eagerness to try, but I could tell that a fire was burning in his heart, ready to burn the entire Lycan pack to ashes at any moment.
To be honest, this wasn’t good. From experience, losing one’s mind was the first step to failure. Moreover, the Lycan pack was not remote, where I had previously carried out missions. In that rich land, one wrong step would lead to eternal damnation.
However, Kevin did not listen to my advice, even though he seemed to understand my warning on the surface.
The closer he got to the Lycan pack, the more nervous Kevin became about the crystal bottle that contained Julie’s remnant soul. In the end, he decided not to let Julie out at all.
“How can she feel where her other half is if you’re like this?” I asked.
However, Kevin answered firmly, “It’s in the Lycan pack, yes.”
We’d return to this bustling city quietly. I needed to report to my superiors first. Since Selma had set off for the Spring Rain Pack, the current candidate had become Chekov.
“Good boy, welcome back safely.” When Chekov greeted his subordinates, he would always say, “I hope everything goes well for you.”
I organized the report and handed it to Chekov. The report was over after I described the mission. Chekov didn’t give me any new missions. He only said Selma had asked me to continue investigating the truth behind Julie’s death before she left.
Before I left, this mountain-like man warned me, “Finding the truth is your mission, kid, but be careful of your colleague.
“He is her Highness’s trusted minister, and after working together for some time... I don’t see any signs of his loyalty wavering.”
“I don’t doubt his loyalty. But sometimes, loyalty without reason is scarier than betrayal,” Chekov said.
I understood what he was saying. Kevin’s personal feelings for Layla might hinder our investigation.
That was all Chekov said to me. I didn’t stay any longer and went to the Sorcery Research Association to meet up with Kevin.
The Sorcerer Research Association and the Royal Academy of Sciences were located at two ends of the same street. These two equally tall but differently styled buildings had once become a popular tourist attraction for the Lycan pack.
However, the number of visitors to the Royal Academy of Sciences had dropped significantly recently. The former president who had resigned was the head of the Evaria Family, which slightly impacted the image of the Royal Academy of Sciences.
Since the previous president resigned, the dean of the Royal Academy of Sciences had been temporarily vacant, and there had been no new positions until now. It was hard to say if the higher-ups forgot or intentionally ignored it. However, from the information I received, the internal department of the Royal Academy of Sciences was going all out to fight for the position of dean.
This might be what the higher-ups wanted to see. No matter who won, the influence left behind by the previous dean would be eliminated. This would even save the higher-ups the trouble of doing it themselves.
Julie’s remnant soul had been transferred from the crystal bottle to a more secure device. Kevin and his colleague, Master Mary, were conducting ‘research’.
This might not be accurate because what they were studying was not the remnant soul but how to transform it into a ‘signal transmitter’.
“We can’t just walk around the street with Julie’s soul,” Master Mary said. “It’s too conspicuous. The power of the Lycan pack was a mix of good and bad, and many werewolf grandmasters were not officially registered. Even if they don’t serve the Evaria Family or any other forces, just the fact that they want Julie’s remnant soul as a good experimental material is enough to keep us busy.”
I couldn’t help much here, so I could only let them do their research. While they were busy ‘modifying’ their main force, I carefully inspected the Lycan pack I had not seen for a long time from top to bottom to make up for the information I had missed.
One day, I was having breakfast in a coffee shop that I often watched and suddenly remembered the old days.
In comparison, they could be considered two worlds. In the past, when I was sitting in the office and reviewing documents, I never dreamed that one day I would become a ghost wandering the land of the werewolf pack, silently observing the many secrets happening in the corners.
