2023-05-30 23:09:37William smirked, blowing smoke from his mouth and nose. He shook his head and said, "Not now. Although he is the heir to all the wealth, he needs more time to understand. Let him grasp how life works; I don't want to suddenly reveal everything and spoil him with fulfilled desires. My task now is to guide him to control that power. So, keep it secret."
The black-suited man bowed his head once again to William and said, "Yes, Sir. I understood."
"Okay, please go ahead. Wake them up at five o'clock, we will go to the city for dinner there. I will introduce Andrew to some amazing people who can assist him in his future work," William said.
The old man then clapped his hands, and at the same time, all the curtains closed. Right after the man in black left, William, with his eyes closed, said, "Close the door."
The door of the room that was previously unseen emerged from above and closed the room perfectly.
***
Andrew still stood upright in front of the bedroom door. His face widened into a broad grin when he discovered the room given to him by William was truly spacious and magnificent. The wide bed with a canopy and tall support poles made Andrew feel like he was trapped in a palace. The large wardrobe also caught Andrew's attention.
"Woah!"
Andrew exclaimed in awe as the wardrobe opened, revealing a collection of clothes from world-renowned brands neatly arranged. For the first time, Andrew felt so honored by the attention given to him by William.
"I might not even be able to afford this wardrobe, even if I knew about it. He's truly insane. I feel burdened to heal him quickly."
Andrew took a plain black sweater, its fabric so soft that Andrew couldn't help but rub it before putting it on.
"Oh my Goodness, I could go crazy if I'm trapped here for too long!" Andrew brought the sweater, now on his body, in front of the mirror in the corner of the room.
The charm given by the black sweater was truly satisfying. Andrew felt handsome and more elegant. He smiled widely and didn't blink for several seconds as he admired his reflection in the mirror. Eventually, Andrew's eyes unintentionally landed on a black book lying on a small table next to the mirror.
"What book is that?"
Andrew approached and took the thick book. On the cover page, there was a strange sentence written in golden ink, 'Din udødelige kraft.'
Of course, this intrigued Andrew. For some reason, his blood quickened. His curiosity peaked as he slowly opened the book and widened his eyes when he saw a picture of a necklace on the first page.
"What?!"
Andrew focused his eyes on the book. He wasn't mistaken; the necklace depicted there was exactly the same as the one his grandmother had given him.
"Black Sapphire XV... This necklace has a name? This is insane, what does all of this mean?"
Andrew continued to flip through the book, finding blank pages for the next five sheets. However, on the sixth page, instructions and clues about the necklace and its power started to appear.
"When it merges, then it will become your controller – Black Sapphire XV. The cure one."
"The cure?" Andrew immediately read through the instructions written quickly. Once again, he was surprised by the evidence that this part was something he could use for healing. It was what he had been searching for to cure William.
Suddenly, Andrew closed the book and sat on the edge of the bed, a sense of confusion enveloping his soul.
"William knows about the power I possess, and he has this book. Does it mean he understands the power I have? Did he intentionally summon me to learn about this power and heal him? Shit!"
Andrew felt quite irritated, then he decided to approach William again. However, when he reached the door, his steps came to a halt.
"But... if he really knows about this power, why didn't he come to meet me earlier? We only met yesterday. Could it be that this book has nothing to do with William?"
Andrew returned to his bed and reopened the page where the section about healing was written. His restlessness gradually diminished, considering the last question as another reason.
His eyes now focused on a passage that outlined the steps for healing a deadly disease.
- Take a strand of your hair, place it in a container, and add five drops of blood.
- Stir and add three drops of water.
- Press the edge of the jaw of the person to be healed and give them the mixture orally.
- Concentrate and exert your power on the sick person.
Andrew stared at his hands and slowly nodded. He then reopened the book page by page, with each instruction neatly written, including one instruction labeled "the Death One," which was intended to end someone's life.
Andrew's heart instantly pounded, and the surprise he received was something he never expected. The power that initially felt enjoyable had now turned into something horrifying. Andrew closed the book and swallowed hard.
"I have to keep this book, whether it was intentional or not by William, I can't just leave it behind. I need to refocus on my goal here; I just need to heal him and leave. Yup! I just need to do that."
He then stored the book under his pillow. As if nothing had happened, Andrew went back to the wardrobe and started trying on other luxurious clothes.
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