Chapter 14 - 14

Chapter 131 DeathTitle of the Book:Secret: The Story Hidden Under DestinyAuthor: Little Fish Listening to the RainChapter word count: 2618 wordsUpdate time: 2024-10-16 17:30:09

Without any extra words, Drinker Augustus glanced around coldly and spoke first:

"Here, the power of extraordinary items is weakened, and the negative effects are enhanced."

His voice was calm, but full of irresistible pressure. The air around him seemed to become heavy at this moment, and even the light of the red moon seemed even colder.

Bernadette's expression did not change at all. She knew what kind of opponent she was facing and had no choice but to retreat. Without any hesitation, she took out a pale mask from her arms and slowly put it on. As the mask fitted her face, an invisible force spread from her body, as if the god of death had come in person.

At that moment, Grellint felt an irresistible chill spreading from the soles of his feet to his entire body. The breath of death seemed to tightly envelope him, icy and piercing. His body instantly became stiff, and his consciousness seemed to be stripped away by an invisible force, and he lost his perception of his surroundings. The scene in front of him quickly blurred, as if the whole world was slowly closing in front of him.

He seemed to have fallen into deep darkness, his body could no longer move, and the fear of death completely engulfed his consciousness.

Bernadette did not look back at Greylint, all her attention was focused on Drinker. The power of the mask was completely released at this moment, and under the pale mask, her eyes were still as cold as ice.

"Come on," Bernadette's voice came from under the mask, carrying the echo of death, striking directly into the opponent's soul, "see if you can withstand the gaze of death."

Suddenly, there was a strong fluctuation in the air, as if some unfathomable power was activated in this world. A complex and mysterious symbol appeared in front of Bernadette, it seemed to have its own will, exuding a cold and oppressive breath that was irresistible.

The symbol gradually materialized, carrying with it some kind of indescribable mysterious power. Every detail exuded an incomprehensible and obscure energy, as if representing an ancient and untouchable rule.

Drinker Augustus sensed the danger instantly, his eyes turned cold, and he tried to use his own strength to resist this sudden change. However, his movements froze in an instant.

The materialized mysterious symbol sealed him with a silent oppressive force. The time and space around him seemed to be frozen. Drinker's body was instantly locked by a powerful force, as if the whole world was suppressing him.

There was a flash of disbelief in his eyes. Although he possessed great power, he was unable to break free from this mysterious symbol. His movements stagnated, as if he was bound in some invisible shackles, and his spirituality and extraordinary power were suppressed to the limit.

Bernadette's eyes were cold and her gaze did not waver. She knew that this complex symbol was the final killer move she had prepared to deal with such a powerful opponent, which came from her supreme understanding in the mysterious field.

"You are too confident, Drinker Augustus." Bernadette's voice was low and cold in the power of the symbol. "Here, your power is out of control."

Bernadette's face turned pale instantly. Although the mask exuded a cold breath of death on her face, her body began to show signs of fatigue and stiffness. Her slightly trembling fingers and slightly slow movements revealed that she had reached the limit of using this mask.

This pale mask is one of the most powerful extraordinary items in her hands, but every use comes with a huge price. It not only gives her the power to seal and suppress powerful enemies, but also brings great backlash. At this moment, she can feel the backlash eroding her body bit by bit and oppressing her spirituality.

Bernadette knew this very well. The power of the mask was extraordinary, and she was about to be overwhelmed. She gritted her teeth and forced herself to stay calm, her eyes still cold and determined. She knew that if she couldn't end this confrontation quickly, she would probably be dragged down by the power of the mask first.

But now is not the moment to be weak. Bernadette tried to stand more steadily. Although her body was stiff, her consciousness was still clear. She had to find a solution to the current dilemma as soon as possible, because even if Drinker was temporarily sealed, his power would not be easily destroyed.

"Time is running out." She was alert in her heart, and her spiritual sense could sense that the power of the mask was rapidly fading.

Bernadette's face became paler, her body trembled slightly, and her movements became stiff. She knew very well that facing an opponent like Drinker Augustus, a short-term seal was the limit of what she could do. The opponent's sequence was far above hers. How could a being like the Royal Duke not have a powerful extraordinary item in his hands?

"We can't delay this any longer." Bernadette warned herself secretly. She had already used up too much strength at this moment, and continuing to stalemate would only put her and Greylint in a more dangerous situation. She gritted her teeth and made a quick decision - she had to evacuate immediately.

She glanced at Drinker, who was sealed for a short time, with a cold look. The seal was only temporary, and such a strong man would not be trapped for too long. Even if the seal was temporarily effective, the opponent's powerful extraordinary items and spiritual reactions could reverse the situation at any time. Bernadette was well aware of the danger of this confrontation.

"Grelint, we have to leave!" she said in a low and hurried voice. Although her voice was calm, it carried an unquestionable command.

There was no expected response. At this moment, Bernadette finally realized that she had overlooked a crucial issue - Grallint's condition.

As a Sequence 7 detective, Grellint simply couldn't stay awake in a confrontation with a high-level Beyonder. Although Bernadette had already noticed this, she underestimated the situation based on her past experience. Drinker's cold warning, "Here, Beyonder items are weakened and negative effects are enhanced," echoed in her ears again, making her realize that she had overlooked the more sinister details of this battle.

She thought that Grellant was just standing far away on the edge of the battle, but she forgot that in such a field, even if he did not directly participate in the battle, he would inevitably be affected. The power brought by the pale death mask not only acted on her and Drinker, but Grellant was also strongly affected.

Bernadette turned her head quickly and saw that Grellint's body was so stiff that he seemed to have lost his vitality. His consciousness had stopped and even his breathing had become slow. The shadow of death was gradually enveloping him, silently eroding his vitality like a poisonous snake. Even though he was just standing aside, the breath of death was already devouring him bit by bit - that was the negative effect from the mask, interacting with the suppression field created by Drinker, which was completely beyond her expectations.

Grellint is gradually approaching the brink of death.

Bernadette's eyes were fixed on Grallant's gradually stiffening body, and she immediately realized that there was a conspiracy in this confrontation from the beginning. Drinker Augustus's target was not her, but Grallant.

Her heart sank, and her eyes swept to Drinker who was still sealed in front of her. Through the pale runes, she saw the faint curl of Drinker's mouth, and a deep sense of crisis instantly surged in her heart - the other party had already calculated everything, and Greylint was just a "rat who sneaked into the territory" in Drinker's eyes, an existence that he didn't need to spend much time to deal with.

Bernadette understood Drinker's intention in an instant. He didn't need to know why Greylint was here. The simplest way was to get rid of this "intruder" directly.

Bernadette gritted her teeth and quickly took out a rune scroll from her bosom. She knew that there was not much time left to seal Drinker and she had to act immediately. Even if Drinker was temporarily sealed, she knew that the royal family had never lacked powerful extraordinary items, and they could not hesitate any longer.

She tore the small scroll open with force, and the runes immediately flickered with a faint light, and an invisible force spread out, covering Bernadette and Grallint. The space was slightly distorted, and the surrounding scene instantly became blurred.

Under the shining of the red moon, the figures of the two people quickly disappeared, as if they had completely evaporated from this dangerous street.

At the same time, the runes that sealed Drinker Augustus began to vibrate, and the air around him seemed to be twisted under his power. The oppressive atmosphere became stronger in an instant, indicating that the seal was about to break. The sneer in his eyes did not disappear, as if he had already expected Bernadette's retreat.Chapter 132 AbnormalTitle of the Book:Secret: The Story Hidden Under DestinyAuthor: Little Fish Listening to the RainChapter word count: 2148 wordsUpdate time: 2024-10-17 17:30:03

Bernadette brought the stiffened Grallint to an unfamiliar street. She quickly looked around, and her uneasiness gradually increased. There were no street lights, only the strange red moon hanging in the night sky, shedding blood-red light. The surrounding architectural style was also different from the place they were just in, and it looked more ancient and unfamiliar.

Her expression turned slightly grim as she realized a terrible fact—they were still in this world. The life-saving rune scroll that was supposed to take them away had apparently become ineffective, or worse, had been distorted by some force.

Bernadette bit her lower lip gently, and calmed down secretly. She had always been confident in her means of saving her life, but in this strange world, even such means seemed to have lost their effect. All this showed that they were trapped in a certain power domain and could not escape easily.

"It's distorted...an abnormal force is interfering here." Bernadette whispered to herself with a frown.

She looked down at Grellint beside her and found that he was still affected by the "Pale Death", his body was stiff and his breathing was weak. Although he was still alive for the time being, if he didn't get out of danger as soon as possible, he would soon be completely swallowed up by this breath of death.

Bernadette knew that this was not the time to panic. Even if their means of retreat failed, they had to find other ways to deal with the situation. She quickly scanned the surroundings, trying to find any possible clues - since they couldn't leave, they had to find the secrets hidden in this world as soon as possible, or find a safe place to temporarily avoid Drinker.

The blood moon was still hanging high in the sky, and the surrounding streets were empty and silent, as if the whole city was sleeping under the red moon. But Bernadette knew that the dangers in the dark were still around, and time was running out. She adjusted her breathing, forced herself to calm down, and prepared to deal with any changes that followed.

Bernadette's eyes quickly swept around and she made a quick judgment in her mind. The most important thing now was to leave this world. As long as they could successfully escape from here, Drinker Augustus would find it difficult to track them down.

She took a deep breath, trying her best to suppress the fatigue in her body and the anxiety in her heart, forcing herself to stay calm. Although the rune scroll just now was distorted, she believed that there must be other exits in this world. As long as they found the right way or some key location, they would be able to leave successfully.

Bernadette looked down at Grellint. His body was still stiff, as if he was completely enveloped by the negative effects of the "Pale Death" mask. She clearly sensed that Grellint was fighting against the breath of death, and the breath of life in his body was becoming weaker and weaker. If he didn't get out of this state as soon as possible, he would soon not only be unconscious or lose his ability to move, but his life would end completely.

"We can't delay any longer..." Bernadette's heart sank. She had already spent too much energy, and Gralinte's condition made her more anxious.

The red moon shrouded the street, and the cold air silently oppressed her and Greylint, as if the whole world was chasing them. Every second of stagnation could bring irreversible consequences. She knew that this world contained unknown forces, and if they were not careful, they would be completely swallowed up.

Bernadette quickened her pace again, supporting Grallint as she walked forward. With every step, she tried to stay alert, trying to find any potential exits. She occasionally glanced at those ancient and unfamiliar buildings, hoping to find a clue.

She could no longer rely on runes and extraordinary items. Delink's decree "Extraordinary items here weaken, negatives strengthen" still echoed in her ears, reminding her that the rules here were different from reality. The power of extraordinary items had been greatly limited and might even become a burden.

"You have to hold on, Grellant." She whispered, with a hint of cold urgency in her tone. She knew that even if Grellant could not wake up, as long as he could hold on for a moment, they still had a chance of survival.

At this moment, leaving this world is the only way out. Bernadette's eyes became more determined. She must do everything she can to find a way out, even if it is just to catch a trace of spiritual fluctuations, to take Greylint away from the shadow of death.

Everything around her seemed particularly strange and depressing under the glow of the red moon. She recalled the place where they entered this world, the distorted sense of space and the strange atmosphere. Some kind of spiritual intuition told her that the key point was nearby, and perhaps there were some spiritual traces left that could help them find a way out.

She did not hesitate any longer, holding onto Grellint tightly, feeling his body becoming increasingly stiff and his breath becoming weaker. She suppressed her inner anxiety and physical fatigue, her eyes determined, determined to grasp this ray of hope.

"Hold on..." Bernadette whispered to herself, quickly adjusting her breathing, trying to suppress the uneasiness in her heart.

She took a step forward and led Greylint in the direction of her memory. The surrounding buildings looked blurry and unfamiliar under the red moonlight, as if some unknown danger was lurking. Every building seemed to be watching them silently, and the solemn atmosphere invisibly oppressed their spirituality.

Bernadette had no time to observe carefully. She could only rely on her memory and spiritual guidance to walk quickly through this unfamiliar street. Every second of pause meant greater danger. She had to find the exit as soon as possible - this was their only hope.

Her pace became faster and faster, and the air around her became more and more oppressive, as if even the air was hindering her progress. Greylint's body became heavier and heavier, but she did not slow down. There was only one thought in her mind: find a way out and leave this world.

Time is running out.

Bernadette's pace became faster and faster. With each step forward, she could feel the familiar spiritual induction becoming stronger and stronger, and the streets in her memory gradually emerged in front of her. The exit was just ahead, closer and closer!

But just when she thought she was safe, she saw a strange figure at the intersection. It was a scene she didn't remember—a person standing there quietly, as if he had already anticipated their arrival.

Bernadette suddenly stopped, and the uneasiness in her heart suddenly magnified. The man stood under the red moon, his face calm, but he exuded a strong sense of oppression that could not be ignored. His aura should not be underestimated, as if it was integrated with the strange environment around him.

Bernadette held Grallint's hand tightly, her eyes sharpened, and she quickly assessed the situation. At this moment, she no longer had enough strength to face more threats head-on, but she had to find a way to deal with it.

"It seems that this road is not as smooth as I thought." She whispered to herself, with a hint of calm determination in her tone.

The figure standing at the intersection did not move, but just stared at them quietly, as if waiting for something. The air was filled with tension, and the glow of the red moon made the scene even more ominous.Chapter 133 TrapTitle of the Book:Secret: The Story Hidden Under DestinyAuthor: Little Fish Listening to the RainChapter word count: 2347 wordsUpdate time: 2024-10-18 17:30:03

Bernadette approached cautiously, slowing down her pace. The figure in her sight became clearer and clearer, and her heart suddenly sank. Standing at the intersection was Drinker Augustus. He had been waiting there for a long time, as if he had easily anticipated their every move and escape route.

Under the blood-red moonlight, Drinker's eyes revealed an unshakable power, calm and majestic, as if the entire space was frozen by his existence. Bernadette instantly understood that Drinker was not only a powerful enemy standing in front of them, but also a source of unfathomable oppression.

Her eyes narrowed slightly, and she quickly weighed the situation in her heart, knowing that she and Greylint were now completely cornered. There was no way out.

"Do you think you can escape?" Drinker's voice sounded slowly, low and indifferent, as if it was declaring an unquestionable fate.

Bernadette did not reply. She stood beside Greylint and held his hand tightly. Greylint was still in a semi-comatose state, his body stiff, and he was completely unable to deal with such a dangerous situation. She knew that they had almost no chance of winning against Drinker's strength.

Drinker took a step forward, his figure shrouded in the strange red moon, as if the surrounding space was twisted and solidified by his breath. His eyes shifted from Bernadette to Grallint, and a sneer appeared on his face.

"Is this your way of resisting? A detective destined to be insignificant?" Drinker said scornfully, his tone revealing disdain. "But you've gone too far."

Bernadette's expression remained calm, but she felt a strong sense of crisis. She knew that Drinker was in complete control of the situation and they were powerless to resist.

"Your target from the beginning... was him." Bernadette's voice was calm and low, but it contained a deep sense of defensiveness and vigilance.

There was no response from the other side, and Drinker Augustus' eyes were still cold and disdainful. He just spoke coldly, as if everything was already in his hands:

"Here, the space is reinforced."

As his voice fell, Bernadette immediately felt the air around them solidify, as if invisible walls suddenly appeared around them, blocking the space layer by layer. The spiritual fluctuations weakened instantly, and even her breathing became heavy. Her heart sank, knowing that Delink had used the power of the Judge to lock this area and prevent them from escaping.

Bernadette did not respond immediately. She could feel the pressure gradually increasing, like an invisible cage trapping them tightly. This spatial blockade meant that the means of retreat, scrolls, and runes she had prepared would become useless.

She quickly looked around and glanced at Drinker again. He still had that cold smile on his face, as if waiting for their powerless resistance. Time was running out, and Bernadette knew she had to make a quick decision, even if the chances were slim.

"It looks like you're running out of options," Drinker continued, his tone filled with unshakable confidence.

Bernadette's eyes flashed with a cold light. Drinker's threat was clear, but she remained calm. Facing such a powerful enemy, she had to find a new breakthrough, otherwise, what awaited them would be an irreversible outcome.

Bernadette's heartbeat quickened slightly, and she tightly grasped Grallint's hand. She knew that the current situation had completely forced them to the edge of the cliff. Drinker's strength was beyond her expectations, and the "space reinforcement" he mentioned made all her original escape routes become void. At this moment, they seemed to be completely trapped in this space covered by the red moon, and no matter whether it was extraordinary items or spiritual means, they were of no use.

"Maybe... I really have to use that thing?" A hint of hesitation flashed through Bernadette's mind.

That thing was a trump card that she had never used easily. It contained great power, but the price that came with it was also not to be underestimated. Especially in the environment of "negative reinforcement", once it was used, the consequences were unpredictable and might even completely change the current situation. However, there were no more choices now. Drinker had locked all their escape routes, and she had to make the most difficult decision in desperation.

Bernadette's fingers trembled slightly, and she gently touched the object in her arms, and the familiar cold feeling was transmitted from her fingers to her heart again. This extraordinary item was powerful enough to shake everything, but every use meant irreversible sacrifice and change.

She closed her eyes, thinking about the pros and cons, as if she was having a final battle with herself. She knew that Grallint was on the verge of death, and they had no room for maneuver in the face of Drinker. If she hesitated any longer, she might be completely defeated in the next second.

"I can't wait any longer..." she muttered to herself.

Bernadette's gaze became firm again, and she moved her fingers slightly, as if she had made a decision.

Drinker Augustus seemed to have noticed Bernadette's actions. He smiled lightly and said coldly, "My goal has been achieved."

Bernadette paused for a moment, and Drinker's cold voice echoed in her ears: "I have achieved my goal."

Her heart suddenly sank, and she immediately looked at Grellint beside her. His body was trembling slightly, his face was as pale as paper, and his breathing was almost undetectable, as if he had been completely enveloped by death.

Bernadette's hand gently touched Grallint's skin, and suddenly a cold feeling spread along her fingertips, making her heart sink suddenly. He was dead. She didn't need to judge any more, and her clear feeling told her that Grallint's life breath had completely disappeared, and his body was stiff and cold.

Drinker stood in the distance, watching all this coldly, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised in a sneer of a winner.

"He's dead, Bernadette, no need to struggle anymore." Drinker said calmly, as if stating a fact without any waves. At this moment, he obviously felt that he was in control of the situation, and his eyes were filled with contempt and disdain for Bernadette.

Bernadette's face turned pale, and she felt a sharp pain in her heart. She no longer needed to feel, because Grallint's life was really over. His body had completely lost its vitality and was as cold as a stiff corpse. At this moment, she felt a deep sense of powerlessness - although she was strong, she still couldn't save him.

"Is this the end?" She felt an indescribable pain and self-blame in her heart. She had tried her best, but in the end she failed to prevent this ending.

Drinker spoke calmly, breaking the silence: "From the beginning, my target was him. And now, his death has made my wish come true."

Bernadette's eyes were still cold, and although she was shaken, she tried to calm herself down. She knew that Drinker was not only trying to kill Greylint, he must have some deeper purpose, and Greylint's death was just one step in his plan.

"He's just a little detective from Sequence 7," Drinker's voice continued to echo in the air, mocking in his indifference, "but he has affected you and even brought you so much trouble."

Drinker looked at Bernadette with a sneer and continued, "I don't want to face that thing, especially in this world." There was a hint of disgust and fear in his tone.

"It just so happens that this world was created to stop the Black Death Witch. So, Bernadette, you will be isolated forever and are forbidden to set foot here again."

Drinker's voice echoed in the empty streets like a cold judgment, and seemed to foreshadow Bernadette's future.Chapter 134 EndTitle of the Book:Secret: The Story Hidden Under DestinyAuthor: Little Fish Listening to the RainChapter word count: 2251 wordsUpdate time: 2024-10-19 17:30:01

Bernadette felt heavy-hearted, with a little cold sweat on her forehead. Her extraordinary item was powerful but uncontrollable, and now it became a major threat to Drinker's plan. In order to ensure that some of his secrets that could not be seen could continue, Drinker decided to use the world's sealing mechanism to exclude her and prevent her from entering this world again.

Countless thoughts emerged in Bernadette's mind. She knew that this extraordinary item had helped her turn the situation around at a critical moment, but it was also because of this power that she became a threat that could not be ignored in Drinker's eyes.

"Don't you dare let me in again, because what you are secretly planning cannot stand interference." She said coldly, her eyes sharp and a little provocative. Despite the unfavorable situation, Bernadette remained calm and tried to find flaws in Drinker's plan.

Drinker snorted coldly, with a hint of impatience in his eyes: "No need to say more, Bernadette. This matter has nothing to do with you. Maybe you can still survive outside, but there is no place for you in this world."

The oppressive feeling in the air became stronger and stronger, and the distortion of space became more and more obvious. Bernadette realized that Drinker's plan was coming to an end. He was using some ancient power to completely seal off this world and prevent her from stepping into it again.

Her extraordinary items were his biggest fear, and now, she was being forced to stay away.

Drinker's figure gradually became blurred under the light of the red moon, as if he had merged into this strange world. Bernadette stared at him closely, her hands still tightly grasping Grallint's body. Although her heart was full of doubts and anger, she was powerless to stop anything at this moment.

Just before Drinker completely disappeared, his last words echoed softly in the air, like a sharp knife, cutting through the stagnant space: "As your companion, he is handed over to you."

Bernadette's heart suddenly tightened, and she looked down at Grellint beside her. He was still stiff and cold as a corpse, and the breath of life had long disappeared. Only the cold appearance told of his former existence.

Drinker's words sounded like both a mockery and a cold declaration - he had accomplished what he wanted, leaving Grellint dead, as if all this was a pre-arranged ending.

Bernadette stood there, her clenched fingers trembling. She knew that Grallint's life was over, and Drinker had expected all this. What he left behind, besides a dead body, was the heavy responsibility on her shoulders and endless mysteries.

"Leave it to me?" Bernadette repeated in a low voice, with a cold and self-deprecating tone. She was filled with a strong complex of emotions, including grief and a hint of anger.

Her eyes became firmer. Although Greylint was dead, she would not let Drinker succeed easily. This situation might have become a foregone conclusion, but she could not give up yet. No matter what conspiracy Drinker had hidden behind her, she had to find a glimmer of hope, even if it meant finding the answer in despair.

Bernadette's fingers loosened slightly, her eyes still cold and determined.

As the space gradually stabilized and the sense of oppression around her dissipated, Bernadette felt the ground beneath her feet become real and tangible again. She blinked lightly and found that she was no longer in that strange world.

Her vision gradually became clear, and everything around her returned to its familiar appearance—dilapidated houses, narrow streets, and cold air. She had returned to the Cherwood District, to Backlund's real world.

There was no longer that heavy feeling of oppression in the air, the moon was still the familiar red moon, but the surrounding environment was no longer the suffocating and distorted space just now.

Bernadette looked down at her side. Grallint was still lying at her feet, his body still stiff, with no signs of life. Her heart sank slightly, and she returned to reality, which did not change the fact that he was dead.

Bernadette stood on the quiet street, surrounded by strange silence, as if everything had returned to normal. But her heart was not at peace, as Drinker's last words were still echoing in her ears, like some kind of profound warning, or like some unfinished conspiracy.

"I'll leave him to you..." Drinker's words stirred up waves in her heart. This situation is not over yet. There is a bigger mystery behind Grellint's death, and she must make a decision on how to face everything that comes next.

Bernadette looked at Grallint's cold body, and a complex emotion surged in her heart.

All this has just begun.

Bernadette stood on the dim street in Cherwood District, the night wind blew gently, bringing a hint of chill. She looked down at Grallant's stiff body, and although her heart was heavy, she knew that she had to make a quick decision. The first step was to deal with Grallant.

Although he was dead, Bernadette felt that this might not be the end. Drinker's last words were like a sharp knife, piercing the depths of her heart. Perhaps there was still some secret hidden in Grellint that she had not yet understood. In any case, the most important thing now was to ensure Grellint's physical safety to prevent a worse situation.

Bernadette quickly looked around to make sure there was no suspicious movement. She had to take Greylint to a safe place as soon as possible, away from the eyes and potential threats of the East District.

She bent down and carefully lifted up Grallint's body. Although his body had lost its vitality, she still moved gently, as if he was just sleeping temporarily. Bernadette's movements were full of caution and prudence, and she tried to stay calm. She knew that delay would only make the situation more dangerous.

"There is still a chance... there must be a chance." She secretly warned herself in her heart.

The next step after dealing with Grallint was to find a safe and secluded place for a detailed inspection. Bernadette knew that time was running out and she had to act quickly without letting anyone discover their whereabouts.

Now, her first task was to take Grallant to a safe and secluded place to check his body. Time was running out and she could not delay any longer. Without thinking too much, Bernadette took Grallant into the spirit world.

The next moment, she appeared on a ship on the sea.

Bernadette supported Grallint's cold and stiff body, and walked quickly towards the cabin without paying attention to the surprised looks from the crew. The wind on the deck whistled in her ears, as if urging her to hurry up. Her steps were firm, and the sound of her heels hitting the wooden floor was particularly clear on the silent deck. Although her heart was turbulent, her face remained calm and resolute.

The crew members talked in low voices, many of them looked puzzled. They were used to this mysterious captain, but they had never seen her so nervous and anxious. Every sailor on the Dawn was familiar with Bernadette's majesty and calmness, so even though they were full of questions, no one dared to ask, and could only watch her leave in a hurry.

The door of the cabin slowly opened in front of her. The heavy wooden door creaked, as if foreshadowing some unknown and heavy fate. She quickly walked into the dim cabin. The air inside was slightly humid, forming a sharp contrast with the biting sea breeze outside. There were several swaying oil lamps hanging on the wall, and the dim light reflected on her determined face.Chapter 135 AwakeningTitle of the Book:Secret: The Story Hidden Under DestinyAuthor: Little Fish Listening to the RainChapter word count: 2374 wordsUpdate time: 2024-10-20 17:30:04

One month later.

The Dawn sailed quietly in the depths of the chaotic sea, and the sea around the ship seemed to be shrouded in an invisible fog. Since Gralinte was sent into the cabin, Captain Bernadette issued a strict order that no other crew member except her could enter the cabin without permission. Although the crew had doubts, no one dared to question the order of the "Princess".

And Grallint, the former Viscount, lay quietly on the wooden bed in the cabin like a lifeless statue, in an indescribable state of half-death and half-life. His body gradually warmed up, but his consciousness never recovered.

Inside the cabin of the Dawn, time seemed to have stopped, and the silence was eerie. Bernadette would occasionally enter the cabin and stand beside Grallant, leaving some barely visible traces. These traces might be some small item she placed on the bedside, or perhaps fingerprints left when she gently stroked Grallant's forehead. For her, this period of silent companionship seemed to be a silent wait.

But on that night, as the Dawn gradually sailed into the more dangerous depths of the Chaos Sea, the atmosphere in the cabin quietly changed. The dim yellow lamp that had been burning quietly suddenly flickered a few times, and the light swayed, as if some external force was disturbing this space invisibly. The dim light was projected on the wooden wall of the cabin, reflecting irregular shadows, like a strange dance, and an indescribable energy filled the air, as if some dormant power was quietly awakening.

Suddenly, Grellint's fingers trembled slightly, and then his chest rose and fell gently, as if his long-sleeping soul had found its way back to his body. His skin quickly regained its temperature, and although his consciousness was still unclear, his vital signs had undeniably recovered.

Bernadette instantly noticed the changes in the cabin. Her heartbeat accelerated, her brows knitted slightly, and she quickly appeared in the cabin. Her eyes were fixed on Grallint's face, with mixed emotions. She knew this day would come, but when it really happened, she felt a sense of inexplicable fear.

Grallint slowly opened his eyes, and a strange light shone through his black pupils. His originally cold body had now regained its life temperature, but when his eyes looked at Bernadette, they had an unfathomable look. It was as if he had not only woken up from a coma, but had brought back some unknown power from another world.

"Where am I?" His voice was low and hoarse, as if he himself was trying to make sense of the situation. His eyes wandered, trying to recognize the surrounding environment, but he seemed confused.

Bernadette did not respond immediately. She stared at the awakened Grallant, with complex emotions in her blue eyes. She knew that Grallant's awakening was no accident, and there must be some power beyond common sense behind his awakening.

"You're awake." Bernadette said slowly, her voice low but firm. "It's been a month."

Grellint's brows knitted slightly, as if he was trying to recall something, but then gave up. His memory seemed to be shrouded in a thick fog, intermittent and unclear.

"I only remember the darkness... and Drinker." He whispered, with a hint of confusion and uneasiness in his tone. "I don't remember anything after that, but I can feel that I have forgotten something important."

There was a strange flash in Bernadette's eyes. She seemed to want to say something, but she suppressed her words and said calmly: "There is now a new Viscount Greylint. The news of your death has been reported back to Backlund."

Grellint's heart paused, a vague and bright figure emerged in his mind, and complex emotions surged in his chest.

"Does she... know too?" His voice was a little hoarse, revealing a trace of unspeakable sadness, and a familiar figure emerged in his mind. His heart seemed to be gently pressed by some invisible force.

Greylint knew the significance of Bernadette's actions - only by making the outside world believe that he was dead, especially the royal family where Drinker was, could more trouble be avoided.

Bernadette nodded gently without saying anything. She knew what this meant to Greylint. Greylint's resurrection was a miracle, but she also understood that the price and hidden dangers behind it would never be simple. She vaguely felt that the power that supported Greylint's soul to return to his body was definitely not an ordinary thing. It might hide traces of some extraordinary items, a power of extremely high sequence and difficult to control. It was protecting him, but also sealing him, as if hiding some secrets that even Greylint himself should not know.

"We are now on the Dawn," Bernadette said calmly, but her eyes were searching. "A month ago, you lost all signs of life and everyone thought you were dead."

"I want to go out and take a look." He said softly.

Bernadette nodded and did not stop him. Grallint stood up with great effort, his steps were a little unsteady, and he walked out of the cabin. His body had not yet fully recovered, and he looked weak and powerless.

The moonlight enveloped the Dawn like a veil, and the sea surface was slightly undulating, bringing gusts of moist sea breeze, blowing on this legendary warship that had experienced countless storms. There was no one on the deck, only the sound of the wind and the slight rocking of the hull, accompanied by the sound of waves in the distance. Greylint's steps were still shaky, as if he had not completely escaped from the dream, and every step was cautious and uncertain.

He walked to the deck railing, took a deep breath of the salty air, and looked into the depths of the chaotic sea. In the abyssal darkness, a faint lightning occasionally appeared in the distant clouds, illuminating the surging waves. At that moment, Grellint's pupils seemed to catch an indescribable existence, and a power that made his heart palpitate was surging at the end of the sea.

The Dawn sails alone in this mysterious and dangerous sea. The lines of the hull are elegant and firm, and the carved runes on the deck flicker slightly in the moonlight, as if suggesting that this battleship is not just made of wood and steel, but something between myth and reality.

Grellint's gaze finally stopped at the statue of a goddess holding a long sword on the bow. Her eyes were firm, symbolizing the unyielding will of the Dawn. Despite the wind and rain, the statue still stood proudly, as if silently guarding the soul of the ship.

"I am already dead in this world." Greylint muttered to himself.

He was no longer the viscount recognized by the royal family, but a resurrected person who returned from death with unknown power and secrets. He looked up at the sky. The familiar constellations seemed disordered here. The stars in the sea of ​​chaos seemed to be distorted and very different from the outside world. Although the moonlight was bright, he could feel a hidden power that seemed to be watching them.

There were light footsteps behind him, and Bernadette quietly walked onto the deck, standing behind him, silently watching his every move. Her face looked particularly stern in the moonlight, and her blue eyes flashed with complex emotions, including the relief of meeting again after a long separation, as well as vigilance against unknown changes.

"There are many unsolved mysteries about you, Grelinte," she whispered, her voice as deep as the ocean.

Grellint did not answer. He just stared quietly into the darkness in the distance, as if a fate that he could not escape was waiting there.

The waves in the distance continued to hit the ship, like an unfinished elegy. The Dawn was still sailing alone in this strange sea, waiting for the next test of fate.Chapter 136 DialogueTitle of the Book:Secret: The Story Hidden Under DestinyAuthor: Little Fish Listening to the RainChapter word count: 2614 wordsUpdate time: 2024-10-21 17:30:04

Grallint stared at the undulating sea in the distance, silent for a long time, as if he was talking to some unknown inner voice. The sea breeze gently brushed across his face, bringing a hint of coolness. His gaze gradually withdrew from the end of the sea and turned to Bernadette beside him.

"Ms. Bernadette," he whispered, his tone revealing a hint of fatigue and confusion, "Please tell me what happened during the month I was in a coma."

Bernadette stared into his eyes and was silent for a moment. She knew this was not a simple question. Grallint's awakening itself was a mystery. In the past month, although everything seemed calm on the surface, there were actually undercurrents. Some changes were even beyond her control.

"A lot of things have happened." Bernadette's voice was calm and low. "After you fell into a coma, I sent back the news of your death. The royal family of Backlund has confirmed that you... are no longer in this world. The new viscount has ascended the throne, and Drinker and other members of the royal family have gradually begun to accept this fact."

Grellint remained silent, with a slight fluctuation in his eyes.

"They no longer regard you as a threat, but I know that there is a more complicated story behind your awakening." Bernadette continued with a little hesitation in her tone, "Glarint, I can feel that the extraordinary item in your body seems to be protecting you. Even when you were unconscious, it was always maintaining your vital signs. But it sealed something...some secrets that even you don't know."

Bernadette's eyes were as sharp as an eagle, as if she could see through the secrets deep in Grellint's heart. However, Grellint just nodded slightly, with a complicated look in his eyes, but he didn't ask more questions. He knew that although he had been resurrected, the gears of fate were no longer controlled unilaterally by him.

"Thank you, Bernadette." His voice was very soft and a little hoarse. "Perhaps there are some secrets that are time to slowly reveal."

The waves in the distance were still lapping against the ship, and the Dawn continued to move forward in this unknown and dangerous sea, as if the next trial of fate was quietly approaching.

"What are your plans next?" Bernadette asked hesitantly, with a hint of vigilance and concern in her blue eyes.

Greylint took a deep breath. The sea breeze carried a slight salty smell, which gradually made his thoughts clear. He pondered for a moment and whispered, "If the royal family has let down their guard, I want to return to Backlund, to that hidden world, and continue investigating. There are still too many unsolved mysteries, and many clues were forgotten or hidden before I fell into a coma. Perhaps, only there can I find the answers."

After hearing this, Bernadette's eyes flickered slightly, but her expression remained calm. She hesitated for a moment, and finally said, "Grelint, I'm sorry... but I have been banned from entering that world."

Her voice was a little helpless and bitter, as if she was talking about an unchangeable fate.

Grellint's eyes darkened. He guessed the truth almost immediately: "It was Drinker, what did he do?"

Bernadette nodded slightly, a hint of coldness emerging in her expression: "Yes, Drinker used his power to modify certain rules of the world. He deliberately imposed a ban on me that did not originally bind me, prohibiting me from entering that hidden world again."

Her voice gradually became serious: "Grelint, unless you become a Beyonder above Sequence 4, do not try to enter that world again. That world is not only full of powerful secrets, but also guarded by Beyonders. You are far from being strong enough to fight against them right now."

Grellint was silent for a while. He understood that Bernadette's words made sense. His current strength was indeed not enough to compete with Drinker's power, not to mention the hidden world.

"I understand," he whispered, his eyes firm and calm, "but I still want to return to Backlund. Even if I can't enter that world for the time being, at least I can meet those people who were once related to me."

After hearing this, Bernadette nodded slightly, with a hint of complex emotions flashing in her eyes. Her voice was slightly softer: "I understand your decision. Even if I can't enter that world again, you don't have to be alone. If you need help, the Dawn is always there to provide you with shelter."

Grellint showed a hint of gratitude and whispered, "Thank you, Bernadette. No matter what, I must return to Backlund to find the forgotten truth."

Bernadette said nothing more, she knew that Grallint had made up his mind. She watched him standing on the deck, looking into the distance, the sea breeze still had a hint of coolness, but what he was about to face was unknown danger and mystery.

The Dawn continued to sail in the sea, and the sound of the wind in the dark night seemed to foreshadow the uncertainty of the future. And Grellint's heart had already flown to the distant Backlund - there were not only his unsolved mysteries, but also the fate he was destined to face.

"Take this." Bernadette handed Greylint an exquisite belt engraved with ancient runes that emitted a faint light.

Grallint took the belt and looked at her with a bit of doubt. Seeing this, Bernadette smiled faintly and explained, "This is a transformation belt. Wearing it can change your appearance and imitate the appearance and even temperament of others. It is an extraordinary item of the 'Faceless Man' and can help you hide your whereabouts in Backlund."

Greylint looked down at the belt in his hand and couldn't help but complain: "This was made by Roselle, right?"

Bernadette raised her eyebrows slightly and looked at him with a half-smile: "Your guess is correct. Russell was indeed fascinated by this kind of items. He even added some extra functions to this belt. But now, you only need to focus on its most basic purpose - to protect your identity and avoid exposure."

Greylint smiled helplessly and carefully put away the belt: "It seems that the things Roselle left behind are indeed varied."

Bernadette nodded, with a subtle and complex emotion flashing in her eyes: "He always has a special liking for certain elements...but this time, it can really come in handy."

Greylint wrapped the belt around his waist and took a deep breath. He was already secretly planning how to use this extraordinary item to return to Backlund and continue his investigation and pursuit.

"How do I use this belt?" Greylint tried it, but didn't feel any fluctuations of extraordinary abilities, and his brows furrowed slightly.

Bernadette looked at him, a hint of helplessness flashing in her eyes, as if she was trying to suppress some emotions. She sighed and said slowly: "The use of this belt is indeed a bit special. It requires reciting a spell and performing a corresponding action at the same time."

Grellint was a little confused: "Spell? Action?"

Bernadette nodded, as if preparing herself mentally, and then added: "Yes, this is the negative effect of this extraordinary item. You must activate it in a specific way, without exception."

As soon as she finished speaking, she took a deep breath, and then suddenly made an extremely exaggerated transformation movement - waving her hands, leaping forward, bending her legs, and shouting in a firm voice: "Transform!"

Grallint was stunned, watching Bernadette finish this set of actions and lines with a serious face, he was speechless for a moment. Obviously, this transformation method reminded him of something strange - similar to the transformation routine in comics.

"Are you...are you kidding?" he asked tentatively.

Bernadette looked slightly embarrassed, but she quickly regained her composure and shook her head firmly: "No, this is not a joke. This is the setting of this extraordinary item. When Roselle designed it, it seemed to have incorporated some very...personal elements. So you have to do this every time you use it."

Greylint didn't know what to say for a moment, so he could only smile helplessly: "It seems that Roselle's personal style is really everywhere."

Bernadette sighed, "This is indeed a unique mark he left behind. But in any case, its effect is very powerful, as long as you endure the process."

Grallint looked at the exaggerated action that Bernadette had just performed, and felt complicated, but finally nodded: "Okay, I guess I can only do it."

He secretly made up his mind that although the transformation process was a little difficult to talk about, since it could change one's appearance and hide one's identity, perhaps this belt would become an indispensable tool in the next action.Chapter 137 ReturnTitle of the Book:Secret: The Story Hidden Under DestinyAuthor: Little Fish Listening to the RainChapter word count: 2554 wordsUpdate time: 2024-10-22 17:30:02

After finishing a slightly embarrassing performance, Grallint suppressed his inner helplessness and glanced at Bernadette. The corners of her mouth twitched slightly, and she was obviously trying to suppress her smile, and a hint of relaxed joy flashed in her blue eyes.

Greylint coughed lightly, trying to keep himself calm, and said, "Let's go back now, to Backlund."

Bernadette finally couldn't help but chuckle, but quickly regained her usual calmness and composure and nodded: "Of course, the Dawn can set off at any time." She still had a teasing expression on her face, but didn't say much. Obviously, Greylint's mood had turned serious as he prepared to return to the city full of dangers and mysteries.

"We can set sail once we're ready," she added, then turned around and prepared to go back to the cabin to arrange everything.

Graylint looked at Bernadette's back and felt something was wrong. Suddenly, he raised his head and interrupted her steps: "Actually, we don't need to go back via the Dawn, right?"

Bernadette stopped, turned around, and raised her lips again. Grallint added helplessly: "Laugh if you want to."

Bernadette chuckled and said calmly, "Of course, you are right. With my ability, we can return to Backlund directly through the spirit world."

There was a sense of ease in her tone. It was obvious that she had already thought of this, but she just didn't mention it deliberately. For a Sequence 3 warrior like Bernadette, traveling through the spirit world was a common thing.

Graylin nodded, realizing that his previous suggestion was somewhat redundant: "Then there is no need to wait any longer, let's go now."

Bernadette raised her hand slightly, and the subtle changes in the air were immediately apparent. The space around them seemed to be distorted by some invisible force, and a layer of light mist spread from the void, quickly covering their figures. Bernadette's eyes lit up slightly, and she said in a calm and firm tone: "Hold my hand tightly, we will be able to return to Backlund soon."

Grallint held Bernadette's hand without hesitation. As she gently pulled, the world in front of her eyes twisted like a canvas, changing rapidly. The surrounding sea breeze and the scene of the Dawn gradually faded away, replaced by a spiritual world full of unknown and mystery.

When passing through the spiritual world passage, Grellint felt countless invisible forces surging around him, as if many eyes were secretly observing them. However, Bernadette's presence was like a barrier, blocking all those prying eyes and allowing them to pass through smoothly.

But in a moment, the ground beneath his feet became solid again, and a familiar breath came to his face. Grallint found himself and Bernadette standing on the streets of Backlund - this city full of secrets and dangers, their journey home has been completed.

Bernadette released his hand and said with a relaxed smile, "Welcome back to Backlund, Grallint."

Grellint stood on the familiar street of Backlund, looking up at the buildings in front of him, with mixed feelings in his heart. Although he had only been away for a month, everything seemed to have changed subtly. The streets and buildings had not changed, but the familiarity was mixed with a strange alienation.

He took a deep breath, suppressed his complicated emotions, and walked towards his home in Cherwood District with a determined look. Backlund was silent at night, with no pedestrians on the road. Only the occasional sound of wind passed by his ears, accompanied by the faint light of the street lamps shining on the cobblestone road, reflecting the shadows of him and Bernadette.

Not long after, Grellint arrived at the door of his former home. He stood at the door, staring at the familiar door. This home used to be his spiritual harbor, but now he felt a little uneasy.

He skillfully took out the key from his pocket and stretched out his hand to insert it into the keyhole. However, at the moment of this action, he suddenly stopped, his hand hanging in the air, hesitating.

Grellant's eyes gradually became deep, and he suddenly realized clearly that he should not open the door. It was not because he was afraid of exposing himself, but because once he entered, he would leave traces - whether it was a slight change in the house or the trace of the keyhole being turned, it would arouse the vigilance of some people. And these people may not doubt whether he is alive, but they may fall into unnecessary worries.

"I can't go in," Graylint whispered, the key in his hand hanging gently, a hint of vigilance and calmness in his eyes.

Bernadette approached him, her blue eyes showing understanding: "You are worried that someone will notice the changes here, right?"

Greylint nodded slightly. "Yes. If I go in, I will leave traces anyway. The people here, especially those I once cared about, may realize what happened here. And once they realize it, they may fall into danger or anxiety. This is not what I want to see."

He understood that his current identity and situation were very different from the past. Any unusual behavior could affect the fate of countless people. The home in Cherwood District was no longer a place he could return to easily. Any trace of this place could trigger a series of unpredictable chain reactions.

"You made the right decision," Bernadette said softly, with comfort in her tone, "Sometimes, the way to protect others is to keep your distance."

Grellint sighed and took one last look at the door, his eyes full of mixed emotions. This home once brought him peace and warmth, but now it carries responsibilities and risks that he cannot avoid.

"Let's go," he whispered to Bernadette, "This is not a good place to stay for long."

Bernadette had no objection and followed him silently. They walked slowly in the night, their steps light, as if they were afraid to break the silence.

Grellint knew in his heart that the journey back to Backlund was just the beginning, and those unsolved mysteries and tests of fate were still waiting for him to uncover.

Grellint and Bernadette walked on the streets of the North District, and there was silence all around them. The night wind blew the trees on the roadside, and the street lights emitted a faint light. The two stopped in front of an inconspicuous mansion, the house that Bernadette had rented.

Bernadette glanced at the familiar building and said softly, "Although this place has nothing to do with me, it is hidden, safe, and most importantly, it will not attract anyone's attention."

Graylint nodded. He knew that this was a place carefully chosen by Bernadette. Although it looked ordinary, it was far away from the busy center of Backlund, and no one would easily think that the residents of this mansion might be related to extraordinary people like them.

"We can use this place as our base temporarily." Bernadette continued, her tone revealing calm judgment. "Starting the investigation from here is convenient and will not easily arouse suspicion from others."

Grellant stood in front of the door, his eyes sweeping across the quiet house. He knew that they could no longer easily expose their whereabouts, and that countless dangers and conspiracies were hidden under Backlund's seemingly peaceful life. Having such a secret place to stay was extremely important to them.

"Indeed, this place is suitable." He nodded in agreement, his tone becoming more thoughtful. "We can keep a low profile here and also arrange a backup plan for the operation."

Bernadette took out the key and opened the door skillfully. She did not hesitate at all, and was obviously familiar with the environment here. The two walked into the mansion. The layout of the room was simple and plain, and there was nothing special about it. But it was this ordinariness that became the best cover.

"Although this place is not big, it is enough for us to use for a while," Bernadette said, looking around, "It should be no problem to use it as our base of operations for the time being."

Greylint nodded silently. This was exactly the secret place they needed at the moment.

"Let's start from here," said Greylint, with a hint of determination in his tone.

The two decided to use this place as their temporary base to conduct an in-depth investigation of Backlund. The city's apparent calm was surging with undercurrents, and their actions were about to set off new waves in this undercurrent.Chapter 138 OnceTitle of the Book:Secret: The Story Hidden Under DestinyAuthor: Little Fish Listening to the RainChapter word count: 2149 wordsUpdate time: 2024-10-23 17:30:01

On November 23, the morning sun had not yet fully risen, and the streets of Backlund were shrouded in mist. There was a slight chill in the air, and there were few pedestrians on the streets. The city was still gradually waking up.

Grellint had left Bernadette's rented house early, but today his steps were not as hurried and purposeful as usual. He was not going to investigate any secrets or track any clues, but simply wanted to walk around and see those familiar places and people.

As his steps became brisk, Grellint's thoughts gradually drifted back to the past. He once lived, worked, and socialized in this city, and many familiar faces and memories were deeply engraved in his heart. At this moment, he walked on these streets with a hint of nostalgic warmth in his eyes, but also a hint of indescribable alienation.

The shops on both sides of the street began to slowly open, workers began their day's work, pedestrians hurried to their respective destinations, and Backlund was busy and orderly as usual. Greylint walked through some familiar alleys, his eyes lingering on some specific places from time to time. Those people or things that had intersected with him seemed to still continue their lives in this city, but he was no longer the companion standing beside them.

When passing by a familiar coffee shop, Grellant's eyes flickered slightly. He had met with several old friends here. Although the years have passed, the seats are still there, as if time has never changed. The customers in the window talk to each other, as if the world has never changed.

He did not go in, but just stood at a distance and watched silently, with a faint feeling in his heart. In the past, he could sit there at any time and chat with his friends, but now, his identity and fate have made these seemingly ordinary times become distant and untouchable.

Continuing forward, Grellant passed by the residences of some of his former friends. He had no intention of meeting them, but just walked quietly, reminiscing about the days that had gone by. He knew clearly that his current identity and situation did not allow him to easily intervene in the lives of these people. They might still be living a peaceful life, but he had already embarked on a completely different path.

As time went by, more and more people walked on the street, and Backlund began to welcome its busy day. Greylint stood on the corner of the street, watching the citizens hurrying by, with a faint smile on his face. He did not disturb anyone, but just quietly observed everything, as if he was just a passerby, quietly watching the city continue to operate.

Although there was no clear mission for today's itinerary, for Grellint, this kind of stroll gave him a moment of peace and comfort. Those people and places that were once familiar still existed, and although he could no longer easily integrate into them, at least he could still watch quietly from a distance and feel the memories of the past.

As time went by, the sun gradually rose, and the streets of Backlund began to return to their former bustle. However, Grallint gradually walked out of the tranquility of the Cherwood District, and another thought arose in his mind - to go to the East District. That was the place where he left the most beautiful memories after coming to this world.

As he walked forward, Grallant gradually went deeper into the East End. His destination was not a pub or a familiar street corner, but the school he founded with Audrey. This school was located on the edge of the East End. Although the conditions were simple, it carried one of the most beautiful and precious memories since he came to this world.

Grellant walked on the street with mixed feelings. The East District was still as noisy and active as usual, with workers, children and vendors busy. However, his eyes were focused on the children running and playing, because this school was built for these children. Those children who were once bound by poverty and fate now have the opportunity to learn and change their fate, and all of this comes from the joint efforts of him and Audrey.

Soon, Grellant arrived at the school gate. It was a simple but warm building. Although there was nothing special about the appearance, it was the starting point of a life change for the children who had studied here. He stood at the door and gently glanced at the small wooden sign that read "East District School". Although the school was small, every brick and tile here was filled with their hope and enthusiasm for the future.

He walked slowly to the door and looked into the classroom through the window. The morning sun shone into the classroom. Several students who arrived early were already sitting in their seats, reading seriously. The classroom was filled with a quiet and focused atmosphere. The desire for knowledge made Grellint feel a little warm in his heart. There was no conspiracy or danger here, only pure learning and growth.

The establishment of this school was the brainchild of him and Audrey. At the beginning, both of them realized that the children in the East District had no chance to receive a good education, and their poor life made them lose the possibility of controlling their own future. So they decided to fund the establishment of this school to provide these children with a chance to change their destiny. Despite limited funds and difficult conditions, they still persisted.

Standing in front of the school, Grellant's thoughts went back to the days when he and Audrey discussed how to choose a site, raise funds, and find suitable teachers. She always cared about these disadvantaged groups. Although she was a noble, she never ignored these children because of her status. It was during this process that Grellant saw Audrey's kindness and perseverance, which was different from other nobles.

"Audrey..." Grellint silently recited her name in his heart, with a trace of emotion and respect in his eyes. He wondered if she often thought of this school and the children she had helped personally.

At this moment, he can no longer walk into the classroom as an ordinary person, and can no longer talk to students easily. His world has changed dramatically, and the gears of fate have already pushed him into a complicated and dangerous situation. But seeing that this school is still running well and the children are studying and growing up here, he feels a little comfort and pride in his heart.

"At least it's still going on," he whispered to himself.

He did not disturb anyone here, but stood aside quietly, watching for a while, feeling the unique peace and beauty here. The school in the East District represented his hope for the world, and also carried the common wish of him and Audrey - to enable those children who had no chance to change their fate.

As time passed, the sun gradually became brighter, and the streets of the East District began to become lively. Grellant retracted his gaze, turned away from the school gate, and walked to the other side of the street. Although he could no longer easily participate in the life here, he knew that his mission was not over yet. And this school will continue to be a beacon for the children of the East District to change their destiny.Chapter 139 A New BeginningTitle of the Book:Secret: The Story Hidden Under DestinyAuthor: Little Fish Listening to the RainChapter word count: 2279 wordsUpdate time: 2024-10-24 17:30:08

Grellant quietly left the school, trying to make his steps as slow and silent as possible. Although he had nostalgia for the past in his heart, he knew that now was no longer a time for him to blend in easily. Just after passing a street corner, he suddenly stopped and his eyes could not help but lock on something not far away.

Standing at the street corner was Audrey.

Her figure was slightly trembling, and her breath was not steady, obviously she had been jogging all the way. Even so, she still maintained the elegance and dignity of a noble. She stood there, saying nothing, just staring at Greylint quietly. The familiar green eyes were now staring at this man she was very familiar with, even though Greylint's appearance was changed by the transformation belt and he looked completely different.

Audrey's eyes revealed a complex emotion, she didn't speak, as if she was caught in an inner struggle. She seemed to recognize the person in front of her, but she couldn't be sure, as if something was stopping her from speaking, stopping her from saying the words she had prepared long ago.

Grellant also stood there, not moving. His eyes met Audrey's briefly and solemnly. He knew that Audrey might have noticed something, but his current status prevented him from contacting her easily. His heart was full of emotions, and Audrey in front of him was still the same as before, with that pure and firm temperament.

But he couldn't reveal any flaws.

Audrey's chest rose and fell slightly, and she was obviously still adjusting her breathing. She seemed to want to say something, and her lips moved slightly, but in the end no sound came out. Her eyes were deep and complicated, full of doubt, uneasiness, and even a hint of expectation.

Grellant knew that the silence at this moment might be painful for her, but he could not break it. His mission and responsibility had long made it impossible for him to communicate with her easily. He could not risk putting her in more danger.

After a moment, Grellant nodded gently, with a hint of tenderness in his eyes, but also an indescribable alienation. He slowly turned around and prepared to leave. He knew that Audrey's intelligence and sharpness were enough for her to sense something, but he had to keep this distance. At least at this moment, he couldn't let her really recognize him.

Audrey remained standing there, watching his back gradually go away. She did not chase him, but just watched him quietly, with complex emotions that she had not yet expressed.

Perhaps she already had the answer in her heart, but she was not ready to face it. And Grellint could only bury this emotion in his heart and continue his journey.

Finally, the street returned to silence, and only Audrey stood there alone, lost in deep thought.

The moment he left Audrey's sight, Grellant had made a decision in his heart: the past could not be turned back, and every step ahead would be a new starting point for the future. He walked steadily and firmly, and the wind on the street gently brushed his face, as if opening a new chapter of his destiny for him.

"Now, it's a new beginning," he said to himself.

He knows that his past life and those simple joys are fading away, and the new journey will be more complicated and dangerous, but also full of more possibilities. The secrets hidden in this city are far from being revealed, and what he has to face are not only the buried truths in the East District, but also the entangled forces and conspiracies deep in the entire Backlund.

Audrey's figure still lingers in his mind, and her eyes make him feel reluctant to let go, but he knows very well that all this is inevitable. Her intelligence, kindness and perseverance will destined her to take an unusual path, and he must go forward alone to face the challenges waiting for him.

As the sky gradually darkened, Grellant quickened his pace. He felt an unprecedented sense of clarity, the gears of fate were turning rapidly before his eyes, and he would no longer be just a passive pawn.

"A new step." He whispered to himself, his eyes becoming more determined. He must be more cautious and decisive in his next actions, not only for himself, but also for those who are still struggling in this city.

As the night deepened, the lights of Backlund gradually lit up, and the city glowed with a different kind of brilliance in the darkness. Grallint stepped forward, knowing that there would be more dangerous unknowns ahead, but he was not afraid, with a new determination and strength in his heart.

Next is a new beginning.

In the distance, the dim street lights cast their light on the quiet street, and the shadows stretched long and far on the ground. At the corner of the street, Bernadette stood there quietly, as if blending into the night, with only her calm and deep blue eyes flickering in the dim light. She remained elegant and calm as always, waiting for Grallint's arrival.

Grellant walked towards her, his footsteps were particularly clear in the night. He saw Bernadette from a distance, and a subtle emotion flashed in his eyes. He knew that no matter his past, Audrey's gaze, or the secrets hidden in this city, they could not stop him from moving forward.

When he approached, Bernadette did not speak, but just raised her eyes slightly and looked at him, her eyes were calm and penetrating, as if she could see through his complex emotions. She had already noticed his inner changes and determination.

"Is it over?" she asked softly, her voice seemed to blend with the sound of the wind around her, carrying a hint of concern.

Greylint stopped in front of her and nodded with a firm look in his eyes: "Yes, it's over."

Bernadette nodded slightly and did not ask any more questions. She knew that what was in Grelinte's heart at the moment was more complicated than any words could express, and she would not break this rare silence.

"Now, it's a new beginning." Greylint said calmly, with an unshakable determination in his tone.

Bernadette smiled softly, with a hint of recognition in her eyes: "Then, let's go."

She turned around and left the quiet street with Greylint. The two of them gradually faded away in the night and disappeared into the depths of Backlund. The road ahead would be full of unknowns and challenges, but they both understood that their choice and determination could no longer be shaken.

This city hides countless secrets waiting to be revealed, and their footsteps are destined to leave a deep mark in it.

In the distant streets, the dim lights gradually dimmed, and the light gradually receded, and the darkness covering the entire street came like a tide. Gralinte and Bernadette walked side by side, their steps steady but silent, as if their figures gradually disappeared in the night. The lights around them gradually dimmed and finally dissipated behind them.

The two figures began to blend into the darkness bit by bit, and the surrounding city seemed to gradually fall into silence with their footsteps. The night swallowed them silently, but their steps did not stop. The streets were quiet and deep, and the world in the distance seemed to be isolated, leaving only the direction they were heading.

In this deep darkness, they are no longer ordinary pedestrians, but drivers of the gears of fate. The road ahead is still unknown, full of mysteries and dangers, but both Grelinte and Bernadette know that darkness is inevitable, and they are heading towards their mission and future in this endless darkness.

The lights disappeared completely in the distance, and their figures eventually blended into the night, becoming part of the shadows of the city.Chapter 140 MeetingTitle of the Book:Secret: The Story Hidden Under DestinyAuthor: Little Fish Listening to the RainChapter word count: 2231 wordsUpdate time: 2024-10-25 17:30:02

On the afternoon of the second day, the sky in the North District was covered with dark clouds, and the air was filled with a hint of coolness. Grellint stood in front of an old mansion, took a deep breath, and slowly walked towards the heavy wooden door. This was the home of Professor Steve, his teacher, and the one who led him into the world of Beyonders.

This meeting was not accidental, but originated from a letter he received the day before. The letter came from a familiar existence - the messenger. It was the messenger who brought the letter to him, and the content of the letter made Grellint feel complicated and alert. The existence of the messenger exposed the truth that he was still alive, which also made him realize that he was no longer in an absolutely hidden state.

He must tread more carefully.

Pushing open the heavy door, Greylint walked into Professor Steve's house, his heart slightly fluctuating. Although he had been prepared for this meeting, he still felt a little emotional and respectful when he saw the teacher who had led him into the extraordinary world.

Walking into the spacious study, Professor Steve was standing next to the bookshelf, as if he had been waiting for his arrival. The professor's figure was still upright, and although his white hair was stained with traces of time, his eyes were still sharp. His eyes were raised the moment Graylint stepped into the room, with a deep scrutiny.

"Grelint," the professor said softly, with a hint of mixed emotions in his tone, "I'm glad to see that you're safe and sound. But at the same time... I'm also surprised."

Grellant nodded slightly and walked up to the professor. He knew very well that Professor Steve was not just an ordinary scholar. As an extraordinary person, his understanding and control of this world far exceeded that of ordinary people. The professor's wisdom and experience made him Grellant's mentor in entering this world, which also made Grellant feel a little awed at this moment.

"Teacher," Grellint said in a low and steady voice, "This meeting is due to the letter you sent. The messenger made me understand an important fact."

The professor nodded, patted the old book in his hand, sat down on the chair, and motioned for Grellant to sit down as well. There was a trace of inquiry in his eyes, as if he wanted to find the answer from Grellant's eyes.

"The existence of the messenger does reveal some information," Professor Steve said slowly, his tone calm but meaningful, "Obviously, someone knows that you are still alive. Your 'disappearance' does not cover up everything, and your existence will eventually be noticed by some forces."

Graylin nodded, having anticipated this situation. The existence of the messenger inadvertently revealed the fact that he was still alive, reminding him that he had to act more cautiously.

"I know," Grellint said in a deep voice, "This letter made me realize that I was not completely hidden, but I want to know why you took the initiative to contact me? Is there any special meaning to this meeting?"

The professor's eyes flickered slightly, and then he sighed softly.

"When you entered this world, I knew you had extraordinary potential," the professor said slowly, his tone filled with memories of the past, "but now, you are no longer just my student. Your growth and actions in this extraordinary world have already put you on a complicated and dangerous path."

"I contacted you because there are things I must tell you in advance," the professor's eyes were deep, as if they could penetrate the curtain of time. "Your actions have attracted the attention of a higher level, not just the royal family or some extraordinary organizations. The power you are involved in is far more far-reaching than you can imagine."

Grellint frowned slightly. He knew his situation was not simple, but from the professor's tone, he sensed a greater crisis.

"A higher level of power?" Greylint asked in a low voice, with an uneasy premonition rising in his heart.

"Yes," Professor Steve nodded, "Those forces exist behind the scenes and manipulate the direction of the entire extraordinary world. They have been watching you, and every step you take is invisibly affecting their interests."

Grellint felt heavy in his heart. The professor's words made him realize that the enemies he faced were far more than just the forces in front of him. There were even deeper shadows lurking behind them.

"So, I need you to stay alert at all times. Any small negligence will be exploited." The professor's eyes were burning with a seriousness that could not be ignored. "You have become a key figure in the game, and the situation is slowly tightening."

Grellint was silent for a moment. After taking a deep breath, he nodded firmly: "I understand, teacher. I will be more cautious. I am ready to face the next challenge."

Professor Steve smiled slightly, revealing a look of relief: "Very good. Remember, knowledge and wisdom are your greatest weapons, and I will always be your backer."

The two of them were silent for a moment, and Grellint's thoughts gradually calmed down. Although the crisis before him had not yet fully revealed itself, he knew that he had embarked on a path of no return.

Professor Steve paused, his eyes filled with inquiry and depth. He tapped the table lightly, and with a certain calmness and sharpness that only scholars can have, he continued, "As a scholar, I have to admit that I am very curious about how you managed to fake your death under the noses of the royal family. They couldn't have made such a judgment based on simple signs."

When Grellint heard this question, a complicated smile appeared on his face. He had expected the professor to ask this question. After all, Professor Steve had always been a person who was curious about details and the truth.

"Professor, you are right," Grellint said in a low voice, with a hint of caution and fatigue in his tone. "The royal family's intelligence and investigation methods are extremely sophisticated. They cannot easily believe that the death of an extraordinary person is true."

He paused, as if thinking about how to start, and recalled everything that happened that day. Those fragments hidden deep in his memory now emerged like shadows.

"At that moment, I was confused, even... scared. I couldn't explain what had happened." His voice suddenly dropped and his eyes turned into the distance, as if he was looking back at an unreachable moment.

Professor Steve's eyebrows slightly raised, and a hint of interest flashed in his eyes. "You mean, you don't know it yourself?"

Greylint nodded slightly, and the expression on his face became more serious: "Yes, I don't know the detailed reasons. That power - or perhaps more accurately, that existence - saved my life at the critical moment, but it also sealed something... or maybe it sealed myself."

"What is sealed?" Professor Steve's voice rose slightly, and he was obviously quite interested in this clue.

"I don't know." Greylint shook his head slightly, his expression complicated. "Since then, I often feel that I am bound by some kind of force, as if a part of myself... is hidden. I even suspect that it is hiding some truth that I shouldn't know."

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became solemn, and Professor Steve's eyes became deeper, as if he wanted to find more clues from Graylint's words. He stopped tapping the table and asked in a low voice: "What exactly is this 'it' you are referring to?"