215 The Trail Is Gone
Selma Payne’s POV:
Our carefulness was like a joke in Mullwica’s residence.
The werewolf grandmasters had done everything they could do under the current conditions. Countless detection spells were stacked on suspicious targets, and the result was surprising – there was no protective spell in the residence of a legendary witch who had been hunted for life.
Dorothy even joked that she was prepared to carry a powerful curse for the rest of her life, but we couldn’t even find a small trap, let alone a curse.
“It seems like Mullwica was much stronger than we thought.” Master Mary sighed. “Being undefended is the arrogance that only the strong are qualified to show off.”
Ignoring the traces of blood and fighting, Mullwica’s residence was generally in good order. We didn’t even need to spend much effort to collect all the books, notes, drawings, and other paper items. This mission, which was supposed to take a day to complete, was completed in a single morning.
It wasn’t easy to imagine just how much of a learned person Mullwica was when she was alive. The pile of ancient texts alone was higher than Aldrich and mine combined. Not to mention the notes that she had written herself. Although she had not had time to organize them, Master Mary was sure there must be a lot of precious original information in them.
As the party involved, Dorothy did not need to participate in the follow-up work. She needed to read through the notes left by Mullwica, forgetting to eat and sleep and find clues about the Eye of Insight. Master Hayley would assist by the side and file the notes.
At night.
“Why do I feel like today is even more tiring than doing reconnaissance?” I lay on the sleeping bag, so sleepy that my eyelids were fighting. I didn’t do any physical work.
Dorothy handed me a hot tea and said, “Mental work consumes less energy than physical work. I feel dizzy after reading for a day, too.”
Yes, I also read books with Dorothy for a day, but I read the ancient books left behind by Mullwica. I knew every word, but I had to guess what they meant when they were put together.
I was a specialist in every field. I didn’t understand these books. Aldrich massaged my temple.
Dorothy was already used to our lovey-dovey selves.
Before the lights went out, a few werewolf grandmasters came.
“Good evening, children.” Master Mary said, “How was your work today? We don’t have to search for it in person tomorrow. The team members and the other werewolf grandmasters will take over sorting out the antiques. We only have to study the ancient books.”
“We might as well go to work!” I wailed.
Aldrich shrugged. “I’m not one of those who want to read. As usual, Frank is going to patrol the stronghold tomorrow. I have to take over the work of the temporary captain.”
I gave this bad boy a push.
“Speaking of Frank, we’ve lost all leads again.”
After we confirmed that the red shawl was needed to enter the real Mullwica’s residence, the theory that Frank disappeared into the folded space in the middle of the night was overturned.
Without the red shawl, there was no way that Frank could break through the illusion.
However, we didn’t have any other clues apart from this. The disappearance of Frank had become a mystery once again. Along with his identity, we didn’t know if it was true, but it had become a dark cloud lingering in our hearts.
“Don’t you guys think Frank’s disappearance is rather déjà vu?” I said, “When Frank, who was at the foot of the mountain, was recounting his experience, the Mullwica in his illusion had suddenly disappeared and reappeared like an NPC that refreshed at a fixed time. The tracks of this Frank on the mountain are too similar to this.”
“You’re trying to say that this is evidence to prove that Frank is a fake?” Aldrich asked.
My mind was a mess, and I couldn’t be sure. “I don’t know. I feel that these two things are related.”
However, the Mullwica in the illusion was fake, an illusion created, and Frank was also trapped in the illusion at the foot of the mountain. However, this Frank on the mountain was a real person. At least, he existed in reality. We couldn’t be trapped in a large-scale illusion for so many days like Frank at the foot of the mountain and only find out now, right?
With the experience of a snowy night, everyone was cautious. Even the werewolf grandmasters regularly tested the authenticity of the illusion. If we still couldn’t defend against it, then we didn’t have any other means to fight against it.
Master Mary comforted us, “Anyway, everyone is tired today. Let’s rest first. We’ll talk about it tomorrow. It just so happens that Frank is about to leave, and it’s a good opportunity for us.”
It was a dreamless night.
Early the following day, Frank set off with a few of his team members, and Yuri was among them.
He didn’t have a good internal reputation, and his abilities were average. Why did Frank bring him along?
“Sorry to trouble you, Aldrich.” Before leaving, Frank reminded Aldrich of various things to take note of. “Besides the base, I have to go to the public order squad to see the situation. I’ll be back in about three days.”
In the morning, there was a discovery in Mullwica’s residence.
