Chapter 273 - OVIOR'S INQUIRY

"She is quiet, and her attitude is cold. She is wary of unknown people. Although she is a foreigner, she speaks in Lynnford language quite well. She was with a man who hid his face. He didn't talk till the end.

"Ah, I forgot to mention one thing. She has a pair of green eyes. They sparkle like gems. Her eyes are sharp. When she stared at me, I felt like she was reading my mind. It was a bit scary. Haha."

An unspeakable hope lit up in Ovior's heart. At that same time, his heart was full of doubt.

'It does sound like that's Veronica but tanned skin and swords? I don't want to believe it. It's not even a year. She can't suddenly change her demeanor.'

'What should I do? Should I tell Arthur, or should I call for Ironin? Arthur is so close to making a deal with the God of Underworld.'

'If we can't stop him on time, catastrophe will fall upon this earth. He won't listen to me even if I warn him.'

'He doesn't care about this unkind world. He only cares about his dead wife.'

'But, we are not sure if she is dead or alive. We haven't found any evidence. All we think is that she died after falling from the cliff. No one would be able to stay alive falling from there.'

'In any case, there is a high chance that the woman is Veronica. Not many women have this kind of unique hair and also, gem-like green eyes. I should be able to find out who the owner of this long hair is.'

Thinking of all pros and cons, Ovior grabbed the silver braid and told the magician, "You wait here. I'll test the hair and then give you money worth the product."

The magician's eyes lit up with greed. "Oh! Sure! Sure, Master Ovior. Anything you wish."

Ovior went back to his room and avoided meeting Catherine who was working with the papers.

He went to a small dark room. There was a black stone altar in the middle of the room. He placed the hair on the altar.

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Afterward, he used magic to bring his magical staff. With a single touch of the silver staff, the silver hair glowed.

Then, he recited some ancient language. The silver braid began to float in the air and Ovior envisioned a picture

It was a picture of Veronica.

The braid lost the glowing light and dropped on the altar. Ovior disappeared from the room.

He abruptly appeared in front of the magician, almost giving him a scare.

Pushing a pouch of gold coins, Ovior said, "This is your reward. You brought an excellent product. You may go."

The magician wanted to leap in the air. He never earned this much money for a single product in his life.

He grabbed the heavy pouch and thanked Ovior again and again.

"Thank you, master Ovior. Thank you! Thank you!"

Ovior didn't have time to give a glance at him. He disappeared abruptly, just like he appeared.

'I have things to take care of. I don't have much time,' he thought.

After he left, the magician put the pouch on the table and opened it. The golden coins were shiny.

His rapacious eyes gazed at the gold coins. He licked his lips as they were dry. He recalled Veronica's face.

'That woman, she must have had enough mana for her hair to be this worthy. I wonder how much each body part will be. If I break them into pieces and sell them in the tower, will I be rich enough to own a kingdom?'

As he thought, he decided to look for her.

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Meanwhile, Ironin went to Ovior's office and didn't see him anywhere. Relieved, he walked toward Catherine.

When he was in front of her table, Catherine finally noticed him. She raised her head to find out who he was.

"Ironin, sir, Master Ovior isn't in this room. He will be here shortly. Would you like to drink tea while waiting?"

Her voice was sluggish. She became thinner than before. Due to lack of sleep, she had dark eye bags under her eyes.

"I'm not here to meet him today. I'm here for you," his response was curt.

Catherine blinked. "What do you want from me?"

Without answering her, Ironin asked, "Do you remember the place where you last went with Veronica?"

Catherine lowered her eyes. Sadness filled her tired eyes.

"How can I not remember? It was the last trip with Ver. We went to the hilly area resort to enjoy our time there. I wish I could spend a little more time with her. If I only knew.."

She sobbed when she remembered it. "I miss her so much."

Ironin could understand how she felt but he already knew that she was alive. Thus, he showed no reaction.

He stated, "I need you to go there and spend some time there. Stay there for seven days."

Catherine dumbly stared at him. After a long time, she remarked, "You do realize that you sound absurd."

"It doesn't matter how it sounds. I don't care what you think. I told you my piece."

Ironin was ready to leave. In front of the door, he paused and turned around. "You will regret it if you don't go."

After he left, Catherine gaped at the door. "What is wrong with him? Did he lose his mind?"

Suddenly, she recalled Darius and Zinnia's gossip and gasped.

She wondered, 'Don't tell me he got a crush on Ver. That's just sad!'

She lowered her head and looked at her table. There was a bronze photo frame on the table. Veronica and Catherine's picture was painted there.

'Ver, you tell me. Should I go there? I don't want to go where you remind me of you. It hurts so much.'

Her heart cried for their good times together. She could not forget.

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A/N: I'm so sorry that I didn't upload chapters half of the month. As a punishment, you will get 3 chapters everyday from now on (except for Friday). Pray for my health since I get sick every 3 weeks.. It's kinda like a habit of my body. Wish me luck!