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The Copper Canister
Robert turned sharply, his eyes narrowing at me. "Don't believe this old man so quickly, Alsean. They're all trained to manipulate the minds of Heirs.""I'm not asking for your trust, Robert," the old man said without turning. "But look at what has moved around you these past few days. Who leaked the artifacts' locations to you? Who held the attacking force away from the cemetery last night?"I froze. My memory raced back to the empty cemetery. "The black box truck across from the gallery.""That was our surveillance unit," the old man cut in. "We held back the northern branch's masked group so you would have enough time to finish searching the records of your grandfather's death.""Why would you do that?" I asked, my voice lowering. "What does your faction gain?"The old man reached into his coat pocket and took out a small copper canister with intricate engraving. He set it right beside the lantern. "Because only the Seventh Heir can open the underground seal in your grandfather's o
The Faction That Protects
"You are making too much noise in a place of our ancestors' history," the man said, his voice hoarse and calm, yet carrying an authority that pressed on my chest.The silence in the old museum hall suddenly felt thick, pressed down by the green glow of the ancient lantern held by the old man in the gray coat. The violet glow of the Heir's Ring on my finger and the golden flicker of Robert's bronze ring pulsed slowly, as if dimming out of respect for the figure who had appeared from behind the pillar's shadow."My name is not important, Seventh Heir," the old man said quietly, his eyes fixed on me before turning to Robert. "What matters is that you two have just touched the wrong memory seal.""What do you mean?" Robert reached toward his jacket pocket and nudged my shoulder lightly to keep us close together."History written by the victors is always flawed," the old man smiled faintly, a smile that carried deep sorrow. "You believe the Guardian Mark hunts you out of hatred. Yet some o
The Eye of the Guardian
"Take your hand off that wall, Alsean! Do you want us both to die a stupid death in this old building?!"Robert's shout echoed through the dim hall. He shoved my shoulder roughly, trying to break the contact between my left ring finger and the surface of the red brick mural.I staggered back two steps. My trembling hand clutched my left wrist. The heat of the Heir's Ring still burned my finger, but the violet light on the mural slowly dimmed into a faint, thin glow."The look in your eyes, you looked possessed, Alsean," Robert said irritably, glancing anxiously toward the stairwell."This mural isn't just an old wall painting, Robert," I answered, gasping for breath. I wiped my temple, wet with cold sweat. "The Essence Appraiser's Eye reads this entire wall as an active artifact.""An artifact?" Robert narrowed his eyes at the peeling brick. "What kind of madman builds an artifact the size of a house wall in the middle of an old New York museum?""System," I called inwardly. "Scan the
The Mural of Three Rings
"Don't touch that card with your bare hands if you still value your life, Alsean!"Robert's shout cut through the silence of the penthouse office, which was still thick with sulfur smoke. I stopped my finger a few millimeters above the surface of the black metal card and turned sharply toward the man beside me."Why? You think it's rigged with a contact poison?" I asked, my eyes narrowing in suspicion."Not poison," Robert replied, his eyes fixed on the row of small numbers finely engraved beneath the closed-eye symbol. "It's an encrypted location code. Look at those numbers."I tilted my head and studied the thin line of figures: 40.712776, -74.005974."What kind of code is this?"The Heir's Ring on my left ring finger suddenly gave off a high-frequency tremor, sending a warm pulse creeping up to my wrist."System," I called inwardly. "Scan this row of numbers."[CODE SCAN SUCCESSFUL][CONFIRMED: PRECISE GEOGRAPHIC COORDINATES][SYSTEM RECOGNIZES THE LOCATION AS AN INACTIVE ARTIFACT
The Second Phase of the Hunt
The blood surged hard through my veins. I clenched my left fist until the Heir's Ring burned hotter against my skin."You say you went out to eat at eight?" I tilted my head. "But the CCTV at the coffee shop next door never recorded you passing through the side alley."Leon kept his faint smile. His hands, still folded behind his back, shifted slightly. "Mr. Zeffran, you seem too exhausted after last night. Accusations without evidence like this could damage my professional reputation.""Empty your jacket pockets, Leon," Robert's voice cut in behind me. He already had his hand on the door handle, and he locked it from the inside with one turn of the iron latch.Alice and Rosse backed up two steps toward the wall."What is going on, Mr. Zeffran?" Alice gripped the sleeve of my jacket, her voice full of deep confusion. "Mr. Leon was recommended by a contact of the gallery last month.""Which contact, Alice?" I kept my eyes on Leon without turning away. "The Rockefeller Foundation?"Leon
A Mole in the Penthouse
The long night had turned into a haze of chaos by the time Robert and I returned to the Zeffran Heritage Fund building. The smell of burning, the dust of smoke, and the wreckage of the exhibition greeted us on the second floor. Yet what stabbed at my chest more than the physical damage was the knowledge that the enemy faction was always one step ahead, as if eyes were watching our every move from inside our own fortress.I called the core team to gather in the penthouse office as soon as the temporary safety line had been put up."The gallery door is smashed, the CCTV network went dead from the central server, and you still want to tell me this is just a coincidental technical failure?"I threw the network log report onto the glass table of my penthouse office. The papers scattered, landing between cold coffee cups and shards of a broken lamp that no one had yet cleaned up.Rosse, standing in front of the desk, twisted the hem of her shirt. "I'm the one who holds the main router passw
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