Chapter 53: Trissy’s Discovery

Chapter 53: Trissy’s Discovery

Böklund Street, No. 100. Portland Moment’s residence, in a corner of the garden.

The many ants and tiny insects that had been converging there began to scatter. The gloomy, cold sensation grew weaker and weaker.

The supernatural ability user here probably doesn’t have much experience… Seeing that the desired effect had been achieved, Hazel gave the faintest nod, almost invisible, then lightly turned around and began strolling through the garden path.

She did not hurry back into the house. Alone, she enjoyed the crimson moonlight, the crisp, cold air, and the faint scent of flowers.

Only after quite some time did Hazel give up her walk, leave the garden, and enter the first-floor hall.

At this time, aside from the guests playing Texas hold’em, quite a few gentlemen and ladies had already taken their leave. Hazel had just found her mother, Madam Liana, when she saw her father, Councilman Macht, descending from the second floor with several gentlemen, chatting as they went, his expression quite pleasant.

“Ready to go home? You still need to visit a very important guest tomorrow morning,” Liana said, gesturing for her daughter to come closer while walking toward her husband with a smile.

Councilman Macht nodded.

“If not for that matter, I think I would have another of Portland’s cigars.”

Liana’s gaze swept over Willis, Dawn Dantes, and the others nearby. She asked casually, “What were you all talking about? The topic seemed very interesting.”

Macht turned slightly and laughed.

“Dawn said that while he was in the Southern Continent, he once encountered a ghost.

“He and his companion suddenly woke in the night. They wanted to open their eyes, but couldn’t. Their bodies felt terribly heavy, as if someone were pressing down on them.

“They used a great deal of strength and finally broke free of that state and left their beds, only to discover that the room was extremely cold. You may not know this, but the weather in East and West Balam is hot most of the time.

“Then Dawn and his companion each took a double-barreled hunting rifle and kept watch through the night. The moment the sun had just risen, they hurriedly left that small town.”

After listening, Madam Liana looked at Dawn Dantes’s face with great interest.

“Is that true?

“Do ghosts really exist?”

Klein smiled and shook his head.

“I cannot be certain. Perhaps my companion and I had only just gone through an adventure, our mental states were unstable, and our physical conditions were poor, so all sorts of problems arose.”

The story he had told actually came from one of Anderson’s experiences. That strongest hunter of the Fog Sea had encountered a ghost while exploring a temple deep in the primitive jungle, producing a grand-scale night run.

A ghost… Hazel turned her head and glanced toward the garden. The corner of her mouth curved slightly, only to be swiftly restrained.

She said nothing, quietly listening as her parents bid farewell to the acquaintances around them, then returned home together.

Deep into the night, Hazel, now changed into a nightdress, walked to the balcony. Standing behind the gap in the curtains, she gazed toward the sewer entrance on Böklund Street.

As she watched, her face gradually paled, as if she had once again recalled that experience filled with pain and fear.

She forced herself to withdraw her gaze, took two deep breaths, then turned around and walked toward the bed.

During this process, she lightly bit her lip and muttered soundlessly, “That should have been a Wraith… It must have been…

“I need charms or items in the domain of the Sun…”

While Hazel was looking toward the sewer entrance, Klein was also observing it.

So many days have passed. I wonder how that Witch Trissy has recovered, and whether she has left… Good thing Hazel was frightened by me and hasn’t dared approach the sewer entrance recently…

Klein’s gaze swept over the iron-black gas streetlamp posts, and he gave a very small…