Half an hour later.

Julius Reed got out of bed.

He was exhausted, drenched in sweat.

His body ached all over.

It was so difficult.

He walked to the window, picked up a glass of water, and drank while gazing outside.

An endless grassland stretched out before him, beneath a clear blue sky.

If possible, he truly wished he could ride a spirited horse across this prairie.

But alas, countless pressures surged in like a tide.

Watching Gabriel Abernathy, who was already sleeping soundly in bed, Julius picked up the blanket to cover her well.

He wanted to see Night Fairy's face.

To see the true appearance of this woman.

For men, the more mysterious the opposite sex, the more attractive they are.

Ever since Ivan Reed was accused back then, up until today.

Julius' interest in Gabriel Abernathy's true appearance had gradually deepened.

But after half an hour of effort, he found that Gabriel Abernathy's mask was completely unremovable.

Neither with fingernails nor a small knife.

That face looked exactly as if it was born on her.

A futile effort.

Or perhaps, Gabriel Abernathy was originally a man?

Julius looked at his own hand, shook his head.

Impossible.

After failing to see Night Fairy's true face, Julius pulled over a chair and sat in front of the table.

He examined the small figurines in front of him.

These figurines were carved out of wood.

Very exquisite.

Judging by the craftsmanship, it seemed very similar to his own work.

Only…

Julius thought his character would never carve out such useless things.

What's the significance in carving out insignificant opponents?

Six wooden figurines, lifelike.

Julius picked them up one by one, then put them down one by one.

But suddenly!

He stared at one of the figures, his pupils contracted sharply!

Because the features of this figurine looked very much like Pranay Martinez!

Turning it over, Julius found a turtle engraved with a knife on the bottom of the figurine.

There were words back then, but they were quite different from today's.

That battle back then had set civilization back.

Yet it also led civilization in a completely different direction.

The figurine with a turtle carved beneath, resembled Pranay Martinez closely.

Julius suddenly realized that Jesse River might be in danger.

Although Jesse River had already given him a note in the cave, Pranay Martinez trapping Jesse inside must have a reason.

A prophet can foresee the future and predict the past.

Looking at Jesse River's calm demeanor, he must have foreseen his future safety.

"Pranay Martinez, what exactly are you up to?" Julius didn't know how many identities Pranay Martinez might have, but what he could determine was, if Pranay Martinez was one of those six people back then, it meant he definitely had a hand in the revival of Pruitt Wilde.

And there's Graham Will.

For no reason, sending such a brocade box.

Julius took the box, opened it again.

Inside was a piece of gold foil.

The gold foil made of pure gold had lines of text.

On it was recorded the events of those years.

Some people disappeared, some were killed.

Extremely detailed.

These things were very useful to Julius.

At least they filled in the gaps in his fragmented memories.

Only…

Is the authenticity of these things reliable?

Julius put away the gold foil and figurines, leaned back in his chair to contemplate.

Recently, Graham Will had been very secretive, and it was hard to contact him.

Every time, Graham appeared as if on a mission.

After completing the mission, he vanished.

Half an hour later.

Julius filled a basin with water and splashed it directly on the bed!

Then, he left the room.

Someone wanted to revive Pruitt Wilde, but he was determined to stop them.

But just as he left the room, the phone rang.

"Who is this?"

Seeing the unfamiliar number, Julius was a little surprised.

Very few people knew his phone number, and it was on a special phone, unlike the ordinary kind.

Every number was verified by someone, only after approval could the call come through.

"I'm Logan Channing."

A female voice came through the phone.

After announcing her name, the caller said nothing more.

She seemed somewhat reserved.

"Logan Channing?" Julius thought for a moment, he didn't seem to know anyone by that name.

But the fact that the call got through meant there was some sort of connection.

Definitely no ordinary acquaintance.

"You've forgotten me?" Logan seemed surprised, but then said, "It's normal to forget, after all…"

"How could I!" Julius interrupted her, smiling as he spoke, "I was just curious why you suddenly called me."

Logan Channing!

Logan Channing!

Who exactly was she?

Where had they met?

Julius didn't want anyone to think they weren't respected.

Especially, when it came to a lady.

"Just hadn't seen you in a while, thought I'd call for a chat." Logan was arranged by her adoptive father, the Pope, to get in touch with Julius.

She didn't have much choice, and besides, this West Tower, whether in looks or skill, met Logan's ideal partner criteria.

Since the Pope had asked her to get along well with West Tower, Logan complied.

If she could truly bring such a master to the Funeral Alliance, it would be a gigantic achievement.

"Just chatting is fine, I thought you had something important." Julius thought about it, really didn't have any impression.

There was no way she called the wrong number, but for mere chatting, Julius really wasn't interested.

"You know, I actually know the ancient Nether Emperor." Logan stated directly, wanting to share a piece of her life.

Since the Pope chose to make his identity public, there were no worries, not afraid for others to know.

And West Tower occupied a top position in the martial arts world, so this news would eventually reach him anyway.

"Nether Emperor?"

Julius opened the brocade box, looking at a small, chunky black figurine, and glanced at the gold foil.

Indeed.

It was written that the Nether Emperor faked his death and disappeared.

The Nether Emperor had appeared, too?

But who exactly was this caller?

"I know you might not be interested in these matters, but I assure you, the name Nether Emperor will one day be known to everyone."

Logan laughed a little, continuing to speak over the phone, "By the way, I quite enjoyed our meeting in the mountains. If there's ever a chance, we could go back there for camping."

The people of the Funeral Alliance weren't overly reserved or particular.

They acted without scruples, completely based on preference.

"Yes, I also found the mountain trip quite interesting. Sakura, how have you been recently." Julius had a flash of realization.

Back then, he had walked with Sakura in Boulevard Mountain.

"Sakura?" Logan's tone changed noticeably. "Did you mistake me for someone else?"

Julius was a bit surprised internally.

In the mountains, wasn't it Sakura he met?

"Sakura is my dog, I was just talking to it, sorry about that, Carol."

Julius quickly adjusted.

Besides Sakura, perhaps only Carol was someone he had met on the mountain.

Too many people to distinguish clearly.

Yet how did these two ladies come to know the Nether Emperor?

"Is Carol your cat?" Logan's tone was very peculiar.

"Yes, Logan, you're really smart." Julius slapped his thigh, feeling like Logan from the Funeral Alliance, he had also met her in the snow mountain of Boulevard Mountain before, with Whitaker Dog present too!

"Logan?"

On the other end, Logan's face broke into a smile. "To think, you still…"

Before her 'you still remember me' was finished.

Julius said on the phone, "Yes, I also have a bird. This bird is named Logan…"

Beeeep…

Disconnected tone.

"Where is the Nether Emperor!"

Julius quickly redialed.

But.

No one answered.

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