As Florent worried about his potion digestion journey, he suddenly heard the doorbell ring...
The sound echoed from the front door, which he had left open in his haste to read the newspaper.
Florent felt both surprised and concerned, but he had no immediate solution. He could only hope to determine whether the visitor meant well or ill.
'If only I were already a 'Trickmaster', I'd at least have the strength to fight. Ah, time… time,ʼ Florent thought helplessly.
Soon, he approached the door. Opening a door was always a moment of suspense, it could bring either a pleasant surprise or a terrifying shock. Countless horror movies and spy thrillers had proven this point, even in cartoons.
Florent opened the door. Fortunately, no one shouted, 'Open up! We're here to inspect your candlesʼ, nor was the terrifying maid from yesterday standing there.
Instead, it was a man whose handsomeness was almost enviable... Amadi.
"Hey there Florent, aren't you going to invite me in?" Amadi said with a smile.
However, Florent noticed the faint shadow of worry in Amadi's brow, as well as the lines around his eyes and the bloodshot veins, which indicated that the elder had expended a great deal of energy during yesterday's battle and had likely been busy all night.
Florent didn't delay. He politely ushered the elder into his home, glanced around, closed the door, and led the man who might now be the only Abraham elder in Trier inside.
He didn't take Amadi to the study where he had been reading the newspaper. Instead, he guided him to an unused living room.
Florent was still getting familiar with the villa which seemed too large for just three people.
Initially, he had been quite satisfied with his villa, feeling as though he had stepped into the home of a European noble from a bygone era.
However, after seeing the 'Melanie Villa' yesterday, he realized that his own home's decor was only slightly better than that of some commoners' houses.
Amadi glanced around the living room and smiled, "Florent, though we only met yesterday, the situation is special, so I'll address you more familiarly. The losses the Abraham family has suffered are immense. If you hadn't come, things might have been better, or maybe not."
Taking a deep breath, Amadi continued, "Florent, you're one of the successors Levi entrusted to me. I won't hide anything from you. I have both bad news and good news. Which would you like to hear first?"
Florent inwardly groaned, 'Not only do I have to deal with the door cliché, but now I'm getting this old-fashioned choice?' Outwardly, he replied calmly, "Let's start with the bad news. I already have a feeling something's gone wrong."
Seeing Florent's composed expression, Amadi chuckled, "Don't be so tense. The situation is serious, but it's not yet a crisis. In fact, this isn't even in the top ten most dangerous experiences the Abraham family has faced since our decline. No need to worry too much..."
He cleared his throat and continued, "Everyone who attended the gathering, except for the three of us, has died. All of them were subjected to soul-searching, and a large number of people were tracked down and killed as a result. The 'Witch' you identified wasn't just Sequence 7, she was Sequence 6 'Demoness of Pleasure'..."
Amadi noticed the brief flicker of distress on Florent's face before it quickly returned to calm.
He nodded inwardly, then continued, "But you don't need to worry too much. We killed her. If nothing unexpected happens, you should be safe. However, the 'Demoness of Affliction' who came with her might be harder to deal with."
Florent was both shocked by the resilience of the two Abraham elders and amazed by the power of a true god's family. The fact that they could casually deploy Sequence 6 and Sequence 5 forces was terrifying.
Suddenly, he remembered something and quickly asked, "Mr. Amadi, what about you? Your basic information must have been exposed. And what about the other Abrahams in Trier?"
Amadi waved off the concern, "Don't worry about me. They can't do anything to me. Since I revealed my basic information, I've already made preparations. I'm an experienced 'Astrologer', and I know every inch of Trier. They won't be able to catch me..."
"...I'm telling you all this so you don't meddle. Pretend you're not an Abraham. Your identity is Florent Freeman. Focus on digesting your potion. Once you become an 'Astrologer', you can contact me... Alright, time is short. I still need to make arrangements for the Abraham family. It's a shame about Levi, though."
After speaking quickly, Amadi fell silent, lost in thought.
Florent, seeing this, comforted him, "Don't worry. Levi's sacrifice won't be in vain. The resilience of the Abraham family is something no one can destroy. Believe in me, and I'll believe in you..."
Amadi quickly regained his usual playful demeanor and said in a lighthearted tone, "Alright, alright. I came here to comfort you, not the other way around. I've already thought things through. Just keep working hard. I won't contact you for a while– no, for a long time. But in ten months, I'll come to reinforce the divination barrier Levi set up for you."
As soon as he finished speaking, Amadi swiftly opened a portal and left, his decisiveness leaving Florent momentarily stunned.
"Am I that scary?" Florent thought, exasperated.
Turning back, he checked his pocket watch and saw that it was almost 11 a.m...
He wasn't eager to head to the Trier National Library now, but the upcoming literary salon made his head ache. It seemed he would have to rely on Quevedo for now...
Regarding the 'Demoness Sect' potentially targeting him, Florent could only lightly tap his forehead to ease the tension.
Forcing himself out of the chair, he reluctantly prepared to head to the Trier National Library, sighing, "What misfortune..."
After changing his clothes at lightning speed, Florent resolved to hire a temporary laundry servant today. Without a washing machine, doing laundry was time-consuming and laborious, and he was already racing against time.
Once outside, he hailed a carriage using his usual method. After stating his destination, he slumped into the seat, feeling utterly drained...
Today's carriage driver wasn't as talkative as yesterday's, but Florent felt only relief. He wasn't in the mood for conversation...