Great existence … Hearing Vernal's words, some of the memories hidden in the deepest part of Barton's heart surged out.
This made it difficult for him to restrain his fear, and his feet uncontrollably took a few steps back.
In his archaeological activities many years ago, all his nightmares began with seeing similar descriptions!
Just as Barton's body trembled and he wanted to turn around and escape, Pacheco Dwayne, the deputy director of the Compliance Department, took the initiative to ask Vernal a question.
"Since you have already felt the will of the great existence, why don't you reconcile with the remnants of the Fourth Epoch who are tracking you?"
Vernal's breathing suddenly became heavier, as if he was spewing out a faint, pale mist.
His voice also became louder.
"They don't believe in it wholeheartedly. They still have some reservations!"
As Vernal spoke, in the half-collapsed house, a faint white mist that was so thin that it was almost invisible spread out, exuding a strong smell of blood.
Barton seemed to understand something, but he wasn't in the mood to think about it.
He just wanted to leave this place and escape the danger that was about to surge out.
Pacheco was quite calm. He looked at Vernal and asked in a friendly manner, "You've been visiting Mr. Barton and writing to the foundation.
"You've been visiting Mr. Barton and writing letters to the foundation. What kind of help do you want us to provide?"
Hearing this, Barton was stunned.
If it were another occasion, he would definitely think that Pacheco was asking Vernal what kind of legal assistance he needed!
At a time like this, shouldn't there be only two choices left? Either escape and call the police, or take out a weapon and give Vernal a shot or a stick … Barton was full of doubts about Pacheco's handling of the situation.
Vernal, with a faint white mist curling around his nose and a pale gray light flowing in his eyes, had no resistance to such a communication. His expression calmed down, and he replied in a slightly dignified tone.
"Two things.
"One is to take this item to the suburbs and return in the evening."
As he spoke, Vernal threw out a glass bottle with a thin neck.
The glass bottle seemed to be very sturdy. Even if it fell to the ground and hit a stone, it didn't show any damage.
And its interior was filled with a faint white, thin, and almost illusory mist.
At this moment, Barton keenly noticed that Pacheco, the deputy director of the Compliance Department, stiffened a little, as if he felt something unusual.
Vernal did not observe the reactions of the two of them and continued to speak.
"The second is to help me find items like this when I'm collecting antiques."
As he spoke, he took out a piece of paper from his bosom and unfolded it.
A strangely shaped lamp was depicted on the paper. It looked like a miniature kettle with a wick extending out of its mouth.
"… No problem," Pacheco replied in a slightly deeper voice after two seconds of silence.
"That's good. Haha, don't you think our meeting was a coincidence?" Vernal immediately dropped the piece of paper, then jumped to the top of the half-collapsed house.
Like a baboon, he climbed and jumped agilely, and soon disappeared in front of Barton and Pacheco.
"What should we do next …" Barton turned to look at the Compliance Department's Deputy Manager.
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly stopped, because he found that Pacheco was standing stiffly in place, breathing extremely heavily.
In addition, thick black curly hair grew on the surface of Pacheco's body. His muscles bulged, causing his black coat to tighten.
… Monster … Monster … Barton's pupils dilated sharply, as if he wanted to see Pacheco's current appearance.
In the blink of an eye, the abnormality on Pacheco's body disappeared. He exhaled deeply and said, "That's right.
He let out a long breath and said, "We'll wait here."
"… Do I need to pick them up?" Barton pointed at the slender-necked bottle and paper on the ground.
The corners of Pacheco's mouth twitched.
"You can pick them up.
"But you have to keep a distance from me after that."
Barton blurted out.
"The mist in that glass bottle will affect you?"
"There are some things that even if you can't be sure, it's best not to try rashly." Pacheco still didn't give a direct answer.
It's really tiring to communicate with him … Barton thought for a moment, took a few steps forward, and stopped in front of the slender-necked bottle and paper.
Just as he bent down and picked up the two items, a faint light suddenly lit up in front of him.
Immediately following that, a pair of boots appeared in his line of sight.
One of the boots had a pointed tip, while the other was similar to the popular round-toed boots. It was as if they belonged to two people.
Barton's heart tightened as he abruptly straightened his body and looked ahead.
Opposite him stood a lady.
The lady wore a long dress that was split into two, one complicated and the other simple. One side was filled with many colors, while the other was pure black.
Such an asymmetrical attire made Barton instinctively irritable. He wanted to tear off her clothes and give her a normal dress and a pair of normal boots.
Such an impulse didn't contain any of a man's desire to violate a woman, but purely stemmed from his disgust and disgust towards aesthetics.
After forcefully enduring the discomfort, Barton cast his gaze at the lady's head.
She had a rather beautiful face with a high nose bridge, plump lips, and a rare dark gray color in her eyes. She was about twenty to thirty years old.
Barton didn't find her stunning. Instead, he found her appearance indescribably strange.
After a few seconds, he finally understood the source of the strangeness.
The lady's face lacked expression. She didn't look like a real person, but more like a wax figurine.
"Vernal has already left," Pacheco, the deputy director of the Compliance Department, seemed to have completely recovered as he took the initiative to speak.
The lady's gaze swept across the bottle and paper in Barton's hand.
"What does he want you to do?"
"Take this bottle to the suburbs and return in the evening. In addition, help him find the item depicted on the paper," Pacheco replied rather frankly, putting on a stance as though he wasn't willing to make an enemy out of her.
The lady nodded and said, "Yes.
"Give me the bottle."
After she said that, Barton seemed to hear an order that he couldn't disobey. He instinctively threw the bottle at her.
"You're from the Tamara family?" Pacheco seized the opportunity to ask.
The lady caught the bottle and looked down at it.
"I didn't expect anyone to remember us."
Pacheco replied with a smile.
"In fact, since the end of the Fourth Epoch, there have always been members of the Tamara family active, but their numbers are very small.
"Have you heard of the Theosophy Order?"
"They are them, and we are us," the lady replied simply before her body quickly faded and vanished into thin air.
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