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Chen Lun declined Malediz's warm invitation and did not stay for dinner.

He said he was in a hurry to submit the materials to the "organization" and would contact them as soon as the matter was over to help treat his granddaughter's illness.

After he left,

the three people in the private room remained silent for a long time.

"Mr. Malediz, just letting him go like that, what if he deceives you?"

Xibert said with a worried expression.

Malediz's expression was emotionless as he lowered his eyelids and after a few seconds sighed.

"What else could keeping him here do?"

Xibert was slightly startled but soon understood his old supervisor's perspective.

The other party was a Transcendent from the Mystic Realm, and also a member of a supernatural organization; the three ordinary people really had no way to handle him.

"This is the helplessness of mortals…"

Pompey couldn't help but recall the supernatural incident his family experienced in Amber City, and he remarked emotionally.

If it hadn't been for Mr. Jack's timely assistance, his family would have been doomed.

"I hope he won't deceive me, otherwise… even if it ruins my reputation, I must contact my old friends and deploy Transcendents from the Shelter to suppress them!"

Malediz spoke wearily.

At that moment, a waiter knocked on the door with food in hand.

"Let's eat first; you two have worked hard, running around with this old man."

Malediz let the waiter in and then pointed to the food on the table, speaking to Pompey and Xibert.

"General, if it wasn't for your appreciation and promotion, there would be no Xibert today… Doing these insignificant tasks for you is no big deal,"

Xibert said with a smile.

Viscount Pompey, eating his steak, also expressed his gratitude to Malediz.

The old man just smiled and said nothing.

The three ate, but Pompey and Xibert simultaneously sighed quietly.

They had already realized that Mr. Malediz, troubled by his granddaughter's condition, was desperate.

He even sought help from an illegal supernatural organization that was involved in esoteric cult activities of worshipping a suspected Evil God… This was a typical act of desperation.

But they couldn't really say anything because Malediz wouldn't listen to advice.

Their old supervisor had always been a rather stubborn and obstinate person.

"I just hope that little Rey can truly be cured,"

Pompey thought to himself.

Outside the hotel building.

A figure was concealed beneath the trees across the street.

Chen Lun leaned against a large tree, looking at his compact mirror which clearly displayed the scene of Malediz having a meal.

He hadn't gone far at all but had hidden here to eavesdrop.

Their conversation hadn't missed a single word to his ears.

"Hmm…"

Chen Lun mused.

"I might as well follow them back to their place to see,"

Although he had obtained the Sunset Chrysanthemum Dew, he still wanted to continue monitoring to see if he could learn more about the "Pupa of the End."

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Late at night.

Malediz was escorted back by Pompey and Xibert to a villa in the center of Yellow Iron City.

Chen Lun fastened the "Black Patterned Cufflinks" and nonchalantly entered The Great Gate of the estate.

He watched as the three entered the villa and then moved to the other side of the building, looking up at a window on the fourth floor that was still lit.

In the room.

The walls were covered in pink wallpaper decorated with cute flowers.

An ugly girl, fat as a ball, sat sulking on a princess bed, the tear stains on her face not yet dry, clearly having just cried.

Knock knock...

The door was then knocked, and Malediz's weary yet tender voice came from outside:

"Rey, are you asleep?"

After a while.

"I've already slept, Grandpa Malediz."

Accompanied by a few light, relieved laughs, the door was pushed open, and Malediz walked in.

"Who answers questions while asleep, silly child… and the light is still on."

The old man smiled affectionately, looking at the girl on the bed.

Pompey and Xibert did not come in; they stood at the doorway, glanced at each other, ignoring each other, yet both looked rather gloomy.

"Grandpa, don't tire yourself out for my sake anymore; your hair has gotten whiter these past days,"

Rey turned her head away, not wanting Malediz to see the tear stains on her face.

But these were not hidden from the old man's eyes.

He sighed inwardly while maintaining a full smile on his face.

"Little Rey, rest assured, Grandpa has already found a way to help you recover normally… Does your chest still hurt?"

"Mmm."

The girl nodded slightly.

But not wanting to worry her grandfather, she then shook her head.

"It's just a little, not much."

Malediz took the girl's hand reassuringly and said gently:

"It will stop hurting soon, and Rey will be able to return to her cute, pretty self, go out with friends, and not have to worry about others' looks anymore."

"Mmm, Grandpa, I believe you,"

Rey nodded.

"It's late, go to sleep, child,"

Malediz stood up and turned off the lights in the room.

"Goodnight, little Rey."

"Good night... Grandpa."

The door slowly closed, and in her final glimpse, the girl noticed her grandfather's hunched back. She held back her tears and slowly lied down.

That way, the tears wouldn't fall.

Her parents had died in a war when she was very young, and her grandfather had raised her ever since, her only remaining family.

But because she had carelessly touched a strange object she shouldn't have, she had contracted a bizarre illness, turning into this loathsome form and burdening her grandfather with daily toil for her sake.

Guilt and anxiety swirled in Rey's heart.

She had even thought about ending it all but couldn't bear the thought of her grandfather's grief.

Complex emotions made it difficult for her to fall asleep at once; she thought of her former self, the friends from school, and places she had wanted but had never been to...

Suddenly.

The moonlight shining into the room dimmed, as if something was blocking the window sill.

Struggling to get up and look, she almost screamed aloud.

A figure was sitting on the windowsill, seemingly watching her quietly.

On closer inspection, it was a handsome young man with a black hat, holding a beautiful silver cane in his hand.

"Sir... who are you?"

Rey had always been brave since she was young and felt no fear.

After all, what could be scarier than her bizarre illness? She was nearly dying anyway...

"Oh, sweet girl, I am an angel from the god of foreigners, you may call me 'Black Messenger' Mister."

Chen Lun looked at Rey, deliberately adopting a strange chanting tone.

"Black Messenger... Mister?"

Rey muttered to herself, having never heard of any god of foreigners or Black Messenger, but she found it hard to resist his attractiveness.

After looking and looking, she spontaneously developed a fondness for this man.

"Is the god of foreigners an Evil God? And you don't look like the angels in fairy tales..."

Rey hesitantly asked.

"Oh no, the god of foreigners is certainly not an Evil God, He protects all those who wander... As for me, look."

Chen Lun looked at this girl who was actually in her mid-teens, feeling suddenly whimsical, and with a snap of his fingers, he jumped into the room, revealing two pairs of dazzling scaled wings emitting a white halo behind him.

"Wow!"

Rey exclaimed, then covered her mouth.

A few seconds later.

"You... you really are an angel, such beautiful wings!"

Chen Lun retracted his wings, smiled slightly, and with a flick of his cane, a chair flew over and landed in front of the bed.

He gently sat on it.
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"Black Messenger Mister, aren't you afraid of how I look now?"

Rey turned her head and asked shyly.

"No..."

Chen Lun smiled gently.

"Appearances are but illusions; your heart is pure and beautiful."

Upon hearing this, Rey smiled happily, her fondness for the Black Messenger growing even stronger.

Seeing that the timing was about right, Chen Lun began to ask Rey a few questions.

Convinced that Chen Lun was the angel of the god of foreigners and feeling a closeness due to her fondness, she obediently answered his questions.

It turned out, she had turned into her current form because a month ago, while out playing with friends, she had encountered a strange toy seller.

At that time, Rey was drawn to a black rose ornament at the toy stall, and after purchasing it and bringing it home, she accidentally pricked her finger on a spike on the ornament, starting her physical transformation and even causing severe pain in her heart.

She had always loved mystery studies and had collected many related trinkets, even forming a mystery club with her friends.

She had never thought she would actually encounter a misfortune from the Mystic Realm.

She hadn't dared to tell her grandfather the truth and had even hidden the black rose ornament in the garden.

"Little girl, I know all about your troubles... Now, please have a good night's sleep, and maybe in a few days, you'll start feeling better."

Chen Lun stored this information deep in his mind, then smiled.

"Black Messenger Mister, are you planning to use magic to cure me after I fall asleep?"

Despite her obese and ugly face, Rey had a pair of bright eyes.

Chen Lun was taken aback.

"Hehe, like the angels in fairy tales, they help others in this way,"

Rey said.

Chen Lun grinned deviously, deceiving kindly:

"Such a smart girl... I still need to chant a spell, a spell that mortals mustn't hear, or I'll be punished by the gods."

"Ah..."

As soon as Rey heard this, she quickly lay down and closed her eyes.

She murmured:

"Black Messenger Mister, I will sleep now; I can't let you be punished..."

A few seconds later, Rey's face showed worry.

"Black Messenger Mister... your magic spells require Strength, right? I know, um, if it causes you harm, then don't bother helping me, it's alright..."

She continued to whisper softly.

Chen Lun slightly smiled, inwardly moved:

'Such a kind-hearted little girl.'

He used the hypnotic power of "Mermaid's Song", gently blew a whistle tune, and let Rey gradually drift into sleep.

"Sorry to keep you in discomfort for a few days... but it's still too early to alert the presence."

Chen Lun murmured as he jumped out the window.

Rey's problem had already been thoroughly scouted by him; indeed, it was a curse, and eerily similar to Noah's situation, arousing some of his suspicions.

To confirm, he dug up the black rose ornament under a tree in the garden, based on the clues provided by Rey.

"Indeed..."

Squinting at the notification that popped up, Chen Lun narrowed his eyes.

"Cursed Object - Black Rose"

Item description: A cursed object imbued with a trace of desecration, taking the appearance of a black rose.

Supposedly, it is a burial companion flower for a Holy Sword, tainted with the desecration power from the sword.