“Of course! Ask away!” replied Lucian with a nod. “Well… Miss Lindsay… She never returned since she left, correct?” asked Gerald with a slight frown, though after talking twice to Lucian about it, he felt that the man truly didn’t know a thing about all this. What more, with how fondly he spoke of Lindsay, it was hard to imagine Lucian to be her kidnapper… “…What do you mean by ‘returned’? Weren’t you and Aiden the ones who came with her?” replied Lucian, clearly startled to hear that. Shaking his head, Gerald then replied, “No, I meant after that…” “Well… Ever since you left together, she’s never returned… Besides, Mr. Lawrence never mentioned anything about sending his nice back…” muttered Lucian in response. “I see…” “Though… Where’s this coming from? Could something have happened to Lindsay…?” asked Lucian in a serious tone. He, for one, wasn’t the head of the family for nothing. “Unfortunately, yes,” replied Gerald. “What? Why haven’t I heard about this? Actually,

“This isn’t about Frey… It’s about Lindsay. She’s apparently gone missing on her way here! Also, since Frey’s harassed her before, Gerald’s asking for his men to come over to see if they’re involved!” replied Lucian with a sigh. “…W-what? She’s disappeared?!” exclaimed the butler, clearly shocked by the news. “Indeed… Also, if any of his men refuse to come, call the police to conduct a search on them! We have to ensure that Lindsay’s disappearance has nothing to do with our family!” ordered Lucian. Nodding in response, the butler then quickly rang all of them up, telling them to gather there. Once he was done, however, the butler couldn’t help but ask, “Um… Why haven’t I heard that Miss Lindsay was coming over, master…?” “I was just made aware of this myself,” replied Lucian. “…If that’s the case, then why would the other family members know about this? Could one of the Grubbs know someone from the Lawrence family…?” muttered the butler as he scratched the back of his head.

Knowing that looking for her this way was no different from looking for a needle in a haystack, Lucian couldn’t help but feel slightly helpless. It certainly didn’t help that the longer they took to locate her, the higher the chances of her being in danger… “Then… should we just call Mr. Lawrence for an explanation…?” asked the butler. “I attempted to, but Gerald stopped me earlier, stating that if the Lawrences were already refusing to elaborate to the Weston special forces, there was little chance that they’d give us any more details. With that said, however, I believe that Mr. Lawrence must be in quite a pickle. Since he probably won’t provide us with any necessary information, let’s just try our best to save Lindsay. Even if we fail to do so, at the very least, we can say we tried our best. That way, it won’t be too embarrassing for me to meet him in the future,” replied Lucian as he shook his head. “Speaking of which, the organizers for the big auction sent us three admissio

“Don’t worry, they haven’t been worn before,” replied the old man in an indifferent tone. Sheepishly nodding in response, Gerald then hung his clothes by the fire before sitting in front of the old man as he asked, “So… Do you know why I’m here, senior?” “Do you think I know divination techniques or something?” replied the old man as he rolled his eyes. “…Well… I’m here to uncover the secrets of Yearning Island. From what the descendants of the Seadom tribe told me, all the important records of their tribe were kept here…” muttered Gerald with a sigh. “…Yearning Island? Seadom tribe?” replied the old man, looking slightly confused. Seeing that, Gerald was prompted to ask, “…Perhaps… I could look around myself…?” “By all means. As I’ve said, everything in here is yours since you have the Herculean Primordial Spirit within you. I’m just here to guard your belongings,” replied the old man as he continued warming himself by the fire. Nodding with a sigh, Gerald then got to hi

Watching as the old man then pushed the chicken toward him with a grin, Gerald simply nodded before saying, “I appreciate it, senior.” Biting into a drumstick, Gerald couldn’t help but feel that it was a special treat to be able to enjoy a piece of hot and crispy fried chicken in such cold weather. Regardless, once he had his fill, Gerald sat by the fire to rest. Seeing that, the old man then got up to start looking for the book that contained information about the Northbay Sea... After a while, Gerald couldn’t help but feel bored. Staring at the fire before him, he was suddenly reminded of the old man’s ability to conjure fire out of thin air. Since Jobson could do the same, Gerald was prompted to ask, “Say, senior? Do you know anything about ninjas?” “No idea what they are,” replied the old man as he picked another dusty book up before starting to flip through it. “I see… Well, back when I was in Japan, I met an elder who was capable of summoning fire out of thin air, just li