A Great Existence... Hearing Furner's words, some memories buried deep in
This made it hard for him to contain his fear, and his feet involuntarily stepped back a few steps.
In that archaeological expedition years ago, all the nightmares had started with a similar description!
As Barton's body trembled and he was about to turn and flee, Pacheco Dawn, the deputy director of the Compliance Department, unexpectedly took the initiative to ask Furner a question:
"Since you've already felt the will of that Great Existence, why not reconcile with the remnants of the Fourth Epoch who are pursuing you?"
Furner's breathing suddenly grew heavier, as if he were exhaling a faint, pale white mist. His voice also rose:
"They don't believe wholeheartedly; they still hold back!"
As Furner spoke, inside the half-collapsed house, a thin, barely visible pale white mist spread, emitting a strong smell of blood.
Barton seemed to understand something but had no mind to think.
He just wanted to leave this place, to escape the danger that was about to burst forth.
Pacheco, however, was quite calm. He looked at Furner and asked in a friendly tone:
"You've been visiting Mr. Barton and writing to the foundation. What kind of help do you hope to get from us?"
Hearing this, Barton was stunned.
In any other situation, he would have thought Pacheco was asking Furner what legal aid he needed!
At a time like this, weren't there only two options? Either run away and call the police, or pull out a weapon and shoot Furner or hit him with a club...
Barton was baffled by Pacheco's approach.
Furner, with pale white mist wreathing his nostrils and a faint gray glow in his eyes, had no objection to such conversation. His expression grew serious, and he replied with a hint of authority:
"Two things."
With that, Furner threw a narrow-necked glass bottle.
The bottle seemed very sturdy; even though it fell to the ground and hit a stone, it wasn't damaged at all.
And inside it was filled with a pale, thin, almost illusory mist.
At that moment, Barton keenly noticed that Pacheco, the deputy director of the Compliance Department, stiffened slightly, as if he sensed something unusual.
Furner didn't bother to observe their reactions and continued:
"Second, when you collect antiques, help me find items similar to this."
As he spoke, he took out a piece of paper from his bosom and unfolded it.
The paper depicted a strangely shaped lamp, like a miniature teapot with a wick extending from the spout.
"...No problem," Pacheco said after a two-second pause, his voice lower than before.
"Good, haha, don't you think our meeting isn't a coincidence?" Furner then dropped the paper, and with a leap, jumped up to a high spot in the half-collapsed house.
Like a baboon, he agilely climbed and jumped, quickly disappearing from Barton and Pacheco's sight.
"So what do we do now..." Barton turned to the deputy director of the Compliance Department.
Before he could finish, he stopped abruptly, because he noticed Pacheco frozen in place, breathing heavily.
Moreover, faintly, thick black curls of hair were growing on Pacheco's body, his muscles bulging, stretching the black wool coat tight.
...Monster... Monster... Barton's pupils sharply dilated, as if trying to see Pacheco's current appearance clearly.
But in a blink, the anomaly on Pacheco's body disappeared. He let out a long breath and said:
"Let's wait here."