As night fell, Yothur City, which had been busy for the whole day, gradually became quiet.
As an old street located at the edge of the lower city, Cleansing Street was always unsafe due to its proximity to the slums. Not many people would come here during the day, and the night was even quieter.
But on this night, a magnificent carriage suddenly drove into this long street.
Countless evil eyes stared at the carriage in the dark, but they all lowered their heads when they saw the insignia on the carriage.
A headland under the moonlight.
The insignia represented the city lord's mansion, which meant the carriage came from there as well.
The coachman was a young man wearing a noble's robe. He also saw the evil eyes in the dark, but he didn't show any fear. Instead, he waved his whip and showed a disdainful look.
Neet and Angor were inside the carriage.
Neet lowered his head in embarrassment. "Mister Padt, I'm from the Anrum Dynasty. Aureum is a vassal state of the Anrum Dynasty, but due to historical reasons, the nobles of Aureum don't care about our titles. So I had to ask Charles for help. "
"Charles is a friend of mine when I was studying in the academy. He knows the local nobles best."
At this time, the curtain of the carriage was pulled open, and the head of the young man with the horsewhip poked out. He looked into the carriage and said, "Master Wizard, please don't worry. If you want to find someone with a profound history, I will definitely be able to help. No noble in Yothur City would dare to offend the Manson Family. "
It was a serious crime for mortals to talk about history in Aureum. Apart from nobles, it was hard to find anyone who knew about history.
Angor nodded. "Young master of the city lord's mansion. Thank you."
The young coachman was the noble friend Neet mentioned — Charles Manson, the son of the city lord. As a local tyrant, Charles had more influence in Yothur City than Neet.
"No problem, no problem at all." Charles grinned from ear to ear, revealing his two canine teeth. The freckles on his cheeks were clearly visible under the candlelight on the carriage door.
Charles slowly lowered the curtain and winked at Neet.
Not long after, when the moon slowly rose to the middle, Charles's voice came from outside, "Sir, we're here."
They were standing in front of a small courtyard. In the courtyard, there were large patches of garlic flowers and a few unknown fruit trees. The wind carried a faint fragrance. A two-story house made of stone piers stood in the middle of the flowers and fruits.
"There's a retired teacher specially hired by the Aurelia royal family. His name is Gurman, and he has the title of Viscount. He used to be a professor at the Capital's Ivy Academy and has a deep understanding of history. " Charles tied up the carriage and knocked on the iron gate while explaining.
A crisp sound echoed into the courtyard. Soon, a middle-aged woman dressed as a maid walked out.
"You are?" The middle-aged maid looked at the people outside in confusion.
"Does Professor Gurman live here?" "I have some questions for you, Professor Gurman." Angor nodded.
"It's already late, and Master is about to go to bed. Please come back tomorrow."
Before Angor could say anything, Charles already yelled, "No way! We want to see Gurman right now. That old man lives on the second floor, right? The lights are still on. Tell him to come out. "
Angor didn't say anything about Charles' attitude. He was planning to leave for now and go to Gurman's room. But since Charles had already made such a fuss, he might as well stay put.
The maid didn't dare to refuse Angor's kindness. But seeing Charles's playful behavior, the maid began to hesitate.
Gurman used to be a teacher hired by the royal family, but that was all in the past. She could tell that this man was a noble. Gurman lived in Yothur City for the rest of his life. If they offended one of the nobles here, they would be in big trouble.
With that in mind, the maid looked back at the window on the second floor.
Because the argument was too noisy, at this moment, the window on the second floor, which was covered with ivy, was gently pulled open. The old Gurman looked outside and noticed Charles first.
He looked confused as if he had seen this young man before. But soon, his attention was attracted by the middle-aged man standing behind Charles.
His pupils shrank, and he looked a little surprised.
Before the maid could say anything, Gurman spoke first, "Open the door and let our guests in."
Since the master said so, the maid didn't say anything else. She opened the door and bowed. "Please come in, my guests."
Charles proudly lifted his head at Neet. Neet chuckled, while Charles looked at Angor eagerly, hoping to show off in front of this mysterious wizard.
Angor, however, was only looking at Gurman on the second floor. He didn't notice Charles' behavior.
If he wasn't mistaken, Gurman's expression changed a little when he saw Angor.
It was obvious that he didn't know the middle-aged man he created on a whim. Then why did he reveal such a look of surprise?
Following the maid's lead, they entered the room.
A red stove was emitting a warm aura, which dispelled the chill from their bodies.
"Please have a seat. I'll get you some hot tea." The maid led them to a sofa near the stove. She then took several cups and a teapot from the stove and poured them some tea.
Gurman, who was wearing a thick robe, slowly came down from the second floor with his cane.
Gurman sat on the opposite side of the sofa.
When everyone was done, Gurman asked the maid to leave the room. Angor looked at Neet and Charles, who both took their teacups and left the room.
Soon, only Angor and Gurman were left in the living room.
"Sorry to disturb you so late, Professor Gurman," Angor apologized.
"It's fine. What do you need, sir?" Gurman looked gentle and elegant. Even a simple wave of his hand was enough to show that he was a gentleman.
Angor raised an eyebrow. The way Gurman addressed him was … interesting.
"The supernatural world is far away from mortals. But as someone who once worked for the royal family, I know a little about it. Sir, I can sense something that doesn't belong in this world. You must be someone from the supernatural world, right? " Gurman spoke slowly, but his voice was filled with persuasive power.
"Something that doesn't belong in this world?" Angor was confused. "Can you explain, Professor Gurman?"
"Sir, your presence is weak. No one would notice you if you were in a crowd. However, Sir's group was outside just now. If they had noticed Sir, Sir's presence would have increased instead. Naturally, you'll be able to find out what's wrong, "Gurman said.
Angor nodded.
He didn't activate Infinite Reticence yet, but it still worked. It was one thing for others not to notice him, but after the commotion caused by Charles, Gurman naturally paid attention to everyone outside, including him.
It wasn't hard for Gurman to notice his presence.
"I see." Since he was already exposed, he decided to admit it. "Yes, I'm a supernatural."
Gurman knew from some ancient records that Extraordinaires were extremely powerful, but they were selfish and would often kill without saying a single word. As such, Gurman carefully chose his words as he spoke, "My Lord, may I know why you've come to look for this old man? I'll tell you everything I know. "
Angor didn't ask about Lucas right away. "Professor Gurman, have you heard about the story of Naya the Fair?"
Naya the Fair? Gurman considered for a moment. "Sir, are you asking about legends or historical facts?"
"I don't care. Just tell me everything," Angor changed his posture and spoke lazily.
"There are two versions of Naya the Fair. I'll start with the folklore. No matter which version it is, the story of Naya the Beauty happened more than two thousand years ago in the Age of Silver … "
Gurman told Angor about both versions of Naya the Fair in one breath.
What Gurman told Angor was almost the same as what Angor knew. According to the folklore, Naya the Fair was framed by her sister and sent to a slave ship. In the end, she told her story on the ship and died at the bottom of the sea.
According to the historical facts, there was an evil Naya who envied those who were prettier than her. She killed them and bathed herself in their blood. When her husband found her, he executed her and threw her body into the sea.
"Which one do you think is true and which one is fake, Professor Gurman?"
Angor expected Gurman to deny the folklore outright. To his surprise, Gurman considered for a moment and said, "No one can tell which one is true. Maybe they're both fake, and maybe they're both real. "
"I can understand that. But what do you mean by 'both real'?" Angor asked.
"Maybe the folklore is true. Naya the Fair really did sleep at the bottom of the sea. Or maybe the historical facts are true. That evil Naya is actually Naya's sister in the folklore. Since they're twins, no one can tell the difference between the evil Naya and the kind Naya. So, that's what the story is all about. "
Gurman's words were similar to Angor's own theory. Perhaps the combination of these two stories was the real story.
"Furthermore, I actually know a piece of unofficial history." Gurman continued, "The Nayaki people did indeed exist in history. She was the wife of a viscount. According to some records, before she married the viscount, she was known as a kind-hearted woman in the area. But according to the historical facts, her personality suddenly changed after she married the viscount. "
"Such a change is rare. Maybe Naya the Fair Maiden was harmed by her sister and replaced by her."
Angor nodded. "This unofficial story may not be true, but it can prove the connection between the two stories."
Gurman was still trying to recall if he had any other useful information about Naya the Fair Maiden when Angor suddenly changed the topic.
"Let's put Naya the Fair aside for now. I have something else to ask you. Have you ever heard of Lucas, Professor Gurman? "
Gurman was surprised by Angor's question.
"Eh, why is it Lucas again?"
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