Chapter 214

214 The Lost Residence

Selma Payne’s POV:

“Frank lives in the Mullwica’s house. If we want to study this place, we can’t avoid him. Even if we used the excuse of patrolling the stronghold to send him away, he would return sooner or later. And we can’t hide it from the other team members. When the time comes, will they not tell their captain about our operation?”

I’d also considered whether I should hide it from Frank, but I couldn’t do it no matter how I thought about it unless I sent him back to the pack, which was not feasible.

“Besides, we still need to search for more red shawls. I’ve seen in historical fragments that there are at least three or four more red shawls. The witches had been evacuated in a hurry, so no one had time to go home and pack, right? Once the search begins, the commotion will be even greater, and we won’t be able to hide it even if we want to.”

“You’re right,” Dorothy said. “I’ll tell them the good news in a while.”

I spent the entire day in excitement. Although I wanted to explore Mullwica’s residence again, I knew I didn’t have much sorcery knowledge, so it was better not to ‘destroy precious cultural relics’. I would wait to learn more from the professional team.

We didn’t waste the rest of the time. We gathered all the team members in the ruins of the witch clan to search for the same or similar red shawl. After searching, we found quite a number of them. We found a total of eleven.

They were all red in color; the only difference was that the patterns embroidered with gold thread had subtle differences. There were twelve different flowers in total.

For example, I found the first one embroidered with marigolds, daisies, dahlias, roses, and so on. I didn’t know if they were just for decoration or if they had some other special meaning.

In the afternoon, Dorothy told me that Master Mary and Captain Frank were returning.

“That soon? Is there any progress in the canyon?” I asked in surprise.

“No, or rather, there won’t be any progress.” Dorothy was a little discouraged. “Space witchcraft is too much of a test of talent. Even an experienced werewolf grandmaster like Master Mary can only barely detect a trace of magic fluctuations based on the existing clues. I think space sorcery is like the Eye of Insight. Maybe it’s a special power left behind by some divine blood descendant. That’s why it’s so difficult to learn, and there aren’t even many related records.”

In the evening, Master Mary and Frank came back, covered in dust.

After receiving news of our discovery, the one who was the most excited was Frank. After all, he was the person in charge of the entire mission.

“How did you guys find this place?” He stood in front of the house, unable to believe that the house he had lived in for so long was Mullwica’s residence. The answer that he had been searching for was right before his eyes.

In the face of his question, I couldn’t possibly say, “Because I suspected something was wrong with you, I came to search your house. Ultimately, I accidentally found a clue and Mullwica’s residence.”

I gave him the excuse we had discussed earlier, “Due to Dorothy’s precognitive dream and the images I saw in the historical fragments, we guessed that the red shawls the girls wore 300 years ago might be the key to Mullwica’s residence. Originally, we were prepared to explore the houses one by one according to the direction of the historical fragment, but we didn’t expect that the first house was the lottery ticket, and we found Mullwica’s residence.”

Frank didn’t suspect anything. He shouldn’t suspect anything in the first place. We should be the ones suspecting him.

Ultimately, the twelve red shawls were temporarily lent to me, Dorothy, Aldrich, Frank, the three werewolf grandmasters, the other team members, and their werewolf grandmasters. As the first team to explore Mullwica’s residence, we should ensure that we had professional quality and the ability to move.

I could feel Dorothy, beside me, getting a little nervous. Of course, this was because there was a high possibility that Mullwica’s residence was hiding information related to the Eye of Insight.

“Don’t be afraid.” I gently held her hand.

“Everything will be easily solved.”

“Yes.” she nodded.

Without a doubt, this was a very warm house without the bloody traces. The living room on the first floor had the double functions of a living room and a dining room, just like most of the ancient civilian houses. There was also a tiny kitchen.

On the second floor were four small bedrooms, one of which had a large patch of dried blood on the bed. It seemed to be Mullwica’s room.

The other three rooms had distinct styles, and we easily identified the bedrooms of Mullwica’s children. The remaining empty guest room was used as a storage room. This was the place we focused on searching other than Mullwica’s bedroom, and it was likely to contain a lot of valuable information.

Before they sorted out Mullwica’s relics, everyone stopped in silence for a while.

Although 300 years had passed, the sorrow of Mullwica’s death was still lingering in the room like an old fog. Every guest couldn’t avoid being affected by this tear-inducing emotion. One of the emotional members even had red eyes.

“Alright, everyone. It’s time to get to work,” Frank said.