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He stood up and knocked on the wooden door behind him three times. “Master, our guest has arrived.”
An old monk came out from the dilapidated house behind Stanley, and it was none other than the monk who had
appeared in Zeke's dream.
The old monk greeted Zeke, “We meet again, Mr. Williams.”
Zeke said, “Ah, I see. So this criminal is your disciple. Then this makes things easier. I'll arrest the both of you.”
The old monk stopped him. “Now calm down, Mr. Williams. Sit down and have a chat with me. Perhaps you might
change your mind after you hear what I have to say.”
It was weird, but Zeke had a feeling that the monk looked familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere, but he
couldn't remember where. His instinct told him that the monk must be related to him somehow.
Since he wanted to get to the bottom of the case, Zeke decided to have a chat with the old monk. There was
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtalready a wooden chair beside him, so he sat down on it. “Have we met before? You seem familiar.”
The old monk smiled mysteriously. “Oh, it goes much deeper than that, Mr. Williams. We used to live together for a
while.”
“What?” A frown furrowed Zeke's forehead. “We did? But I have no recollection of that. D*mn you. You must have
wiped that memory of mine with your power.”
The old monk shook his head. “Your memory did get wiped, but I was not the culprit. Your master was.”
My master?
Zeke's heart skipped a beat. He never thought this matter was related to his master—Pietro. He had been trying to
look for Pietro for a long time, but no headway was made at all.
This old man knows my master?
Zeke was obviously getting stirred up by the topic. “You said my master wiped my memory. Is his name Pietro?”
The old monk answered, “Of course. Pietro is the only one who can raise a strong warrior like you, Great Marshal.”
Agitated, Zeke asked, “How do you know my master? And you said we lived together for some time. How do you
explain that? And where is my master? Where is he right now?”
The old monk sighed and said solemnly, “Technically speaking, I'm your elder. Your master and I trained under the
same person. But back to the topic at hand. I warned Pietro about it, but he still stubbornly went to Mount Kush in
the end. That mountain is a treacherous place, and I haven't heard from him since.”
Zeke looked at the old monk closely, but he still couldn't remember anything about the old guy.
Why did my master wipe my memory about this guy?
Zeke then asked, “Why did he go to Mount Kush? He's a powerful man, and he's probably already a God Class
warrior at this point. Who or what in this world can pose threats to him?”
The old monk answered, “Child, our knowledge of this world is limited. There are many things out there that can
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmharm us easily. We must be ever vigilant. But let me ask you something. Do you want to save your master?”
Zeke answered without any hesitation, “Of course I do.”
The old monk nodded. “Then do as I say, and I guarantee that your master will be safe.”
Zeke said, “Is that so? Then tell me your plan.”
The old monk replied, “Give me the sarira and a part of your shadow. I can then reunite you with Pietro.”
Zeke sneered, “Do you take me for a fool, old man? You're just trying to take the sarira and my shadow for yourself,
aren't you? Do you think I'd believe that? And you even dragged my master into this? How dare you?”
The old monk let out a long sigh. “I knew you would never be tricked, but it was worth a shot. You're as stubborn as
your master. Years ago, your master stopped me when I tried to split your shadow in two, but in the end, I managed
to wound him and take a part of your shadow for myself. However, I was deceived by the Netherworld that wanted
your shadow for their scheme. They stole it away from me. But since I managed to get it once, I believe I can do it
again!”
Zeke asked curiously, “Why do you want my shadow so badly? What do you want to use it for?”
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