Chapter 527 - 527: Sparring

Chapter 527: Sparring

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Selma Payne’s POV:

With the cooperation of many parties, Aldrich recovered very quickly. In just a month, he was able to start receiving some simple training.

To avoid exposure to the outside world, Aldrich had to train the muscles worn out on the hospital bed as soon as possible. That was why I was acting as his temporary instructor.

It was a wonderful feeling. When 1 first met Aldrich, he was the teacher in training me, but now everything was reversed.

His deep sleep caused the sharpness and power that he was so proud of to deteriorate. After being caught by me multiple times for his fatal flaws, Aldrich couldn’t help but feel a little dejected.

“It feels like a hundred years have passed.” He wiped his sweat-drenched hair and looked lonely. “My joints are as slow as gears that haven’t been lubricated for a hundred years. They creak with every slight movement.”

‘That’s normal,” 1 tried to comfort him. “You’ve been lying down for too long. If it were someone else, getting out of bed and running around would be good enough. You just need time to train to return to your original state, just like you did the first time.”

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Aldrich was silent for a few seconds before suddenly asking, “While I was unconscious, Frank, he…

This also reminded me about Frank, and 1 could only give him a disappointing answer. “No, there’s no news. I’ve interrogated the cultist captives, but I got nothing.”

In fact, after such a long time, we could roughly guess in our hearts that the hope was already very slim. It would probably be difficult even to find an intact corpse of Frank.

It was unknown what method Frank had used to merge into the black cocoon that Linda had condensed and that black cocoon now seemed to be related to the cultists and even the demons.

I did not doubt that this familiar cocoon would become some kind of medium. One day, it might breed evil and death, just like I broke out of the cocoon, and some kind of existence would be born.

I was more afraid that my guess had already been proven correct. The sacrifices the evil cultists risked their lives to obtain could very well be for the black cocoon. On the other hand, we had no idea if the black cocoon had received enough sacrifices or how long it would take for it to hatch.

In short, the short break like a paradise is over, and 1 have to return to Lycan pack in early January.

In addition, there was an episode during this period: Benson had found Julie’s ‘other half’, and with Kevin, they had caught the person who might have provided the evidence. He was not a suspect because he was not born when Layla committed suicide over twenty years ago.

“Sisley Evaria.” I couldn’t be more familiar with an unfamiliar name and a family name. This made me frown. The young man in the photo looked familiar to me. 1 felt like I had seen him at my wedding.

“Oh, you still remember him.” Jordin shrugged. “Do you still remember those children who spoke rudely at your wedding? You didn’t punish them, you just drove them away. This kid is one of them; I even personally returned him to his angry father!”

Now that she mentioned it, 1 had an impression of him. He used to be the one who was the most popular among the group of children. He was a close friend of Cast! Woof Anca.

1 was guessing that he was the one Casti went to see that night. He also dared to hide it from me because of him.

But I remembered that Sisley was only a junior high school student then. Why did the information say that he was already twenty? How many years had I been married?

“You were so busy with the wedding and coronation that you didn’t notice this. Emma, Dorothy, and 1 helped you choose the list of concierges.”

Jordin added, “You know how the nobles do things. They fight for a position for themselves no matter what. They try to fool details like age if they can. Many children have their parents lie about their age, including him…”

“You can pass by lying about your age?” Only then did I find out that there were such details of the wedding that I didn’t know about.

Jordin shook her head helplessly. “How can we decide if we can pass or not? The name list placed on your table results from many parties’ gamble. We can only stamp your seal symbolically, which wall be considered settled.”

At this point, his identity could at least be confirmed. The Evaria Family chose him to be the concierge for my wedding, so the family must highly value him.

In addition, he also could control the mind, so there was a high probability that he was blood-related to little Sunflower. This meant that the boy, introduced as the youngest son of an inconspicuous Evaria Family member in the document, was likely to be the descendant of that illegitimate child.

However, compared to the more troubles about to come, a certain worry occupied most of my current worries – if Sisley and little Sunflower were blood-related, what would they be? Brothers, or perhaps…. Father and son?