The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call

Chapter 639 Dalton Knows Everything But inside the formation, Dalton had definitely crushed that doll.

Logically, if the coin could be kept, then the doll should have been destroyed, too.

Wynter wondered if there was something she had overlooked.

Just relying on newspaper clippings wouldn't provide the whole picture.

Since Fabian was captured by Rory back then, Wynter paused and pulled up a picture on her phone. Grandpa, have you ever seen this thing?" Fabian's expression changed the moment he saw the photo. "Wynter, where did you take this photo?" Seeing the expression on his face, Wynter knew she had asked the right person. "It wasn't me. Many online stores are selling them, Ms. Yeaton's house has one." "This thing is eerie. You better not touch it." This was the first tFabian opposed something this much. Frowning, he asked, "Why has this wooden doll shown up again? Wasn't it banned from sale for a while?" Tobias, as a top-tier idol, looked at the photo. 'Grandpa, this doll is popular among many girls. Isn't it quite common? What do you mean it's eerie?" Fabian wasn't superstitious, so Tobias didn't understand why he wore a troubled expression when he looked at the doll.

"You know nothing." Fabian seemed ready to use his cane to hit Tobias, but he took a deep breath. “The Foplyan official back then used to carry this doll around." He remembered this clearly. At that time, he was kept underground, and Rory worshipped this wooden doll. "Worshipped?" Sebastian's expression changed upon hearing this.

Tobias seemed to realize something. He looked at Wynter.

Wynter wouldn't have randomly shown a photo of a wooden doll to Fabian. Did she.

Before Tobias could think about it, Fabian spoke again. His tone was serious. "That's right, worshipped. He treated this wooden doll with great respect and often talked to it at night.

"At first, I thought he was talking to himself, but later I realized he was speaking to the doll. I said it was eerie because its hair grew on its own." Tobias couldn't help but shiver at those words. Imagining that scene, especially in a prison, sent chills down his spine.

Wynter raised an eyebrow. "Why worship it in a prison?" "Perhaps because he believed in that rumor." Fabiap suddenly recalled something as he looked at Wynter "There's a rumor that Cascadia's lifeline is either in the mountains or underground." Chapter 639 Dakori Kwe Everything Wynter shook her head. "That's unlikely. It doesn't rely on such things to grow." "There was brutality in prison." Dalton, who was reading through the documents, interjected suddenly. He pointed to the Youth Daily's report.

"Back then, whoever who entered the prison died. The Foplyans wouldn't let anyone escape. They used interrogation methods that took lives. Scouldn't bear it and bectraitors, while others ended up covered in blood." Dalton looked at Wynter."I heard Mr. Stavius mention that sevil spirits enjoy such things." Upon hearing that, Wynter tapped her finger. "You seem to know a lot." "I enjoy reading miscellaneous books." Dalton coughed.

Wynter lifted her phone. "So, how much do you know about this wooden doll?" "I've seen a bit of it." Dalton seemed so disdainful of the doll in the photo that even his smile carried a hint of sarcasm.

Chapter 640 The Doll Wants to Replace Her Wynter scrutinized Dalton's elegant and handsface. "Tell us about it." "Back then, our country's puppet culture spread to Foplya." Dalton's voice was melodious as he effortlessly recounted the stories.

"During a certain period, dolls held a special status among Foplya's warrior families and aristocrats. They believed that dolls had Souls, capable of not only warding off misfortune but also boosting morale," he explained casually.

Wynter detected the crux of the issue. "How did they suddenly cto believe that dolls had souls?" "It's hard to verify the specifics, but there's a story. It's said that a brother who was about to leave hbrought back a wooden doll for his lonely sister.

"The sister adored the doll, slept with it, and set a place for it at meals. She even gave it a name. But not long after, she fell seriously ill. Despite efforts to save her, she passed away.

"In order to keep the doll with her, her family sent it to a chapel to be worshipped by priests. Strangely, the doll's hair grew over time, and its face began to resemble the girl more and more." "Thus, the legend of the doll's manifestation began. Seven worshipped it as a god, considering its origin from an ancient chapel." Dalton's tone remained nonchalant.

Tobias' brain felt muddled upon hearing this. "So, does that mean the doll gained enlightenment from the priests' prayers?" "No." Wynter, ever astute, pointed out the flaw in the story. "If the doll could truly ward off misfortune, the girl wouldn't have fallen gravely ill and died after coming into contact with it.

"The doll didn't calive when it reached the chapel. It had been absorbing everything from the girl since the beginning. Dolls should never be treated as living beings.

"The girl had shown signs of abnormality from the start. The doll, however, was clever enough to understand that revealing itself at the twould have been risky." At this point, Wynter paused. "Was this girl's identity special?" "Yes, she was a noble." Dalton seemed to think this detail was unimportant.

Wynter smiled suddenly as she looked into his eyes. "The doll was good at choosing her owner. gradually resembled the girl more and more. Eventually, it replaced her, right?" clever Dalton knew Wynter was She could discern the story's ending from just a snippet.

He chuckled softly. "Yes, her family was reluctant to part with her, and sold followers insisted that the doll was the continuation of the girl's life.

"Since then, it has been treated like a person and worshipped fervently.

They firmly believe that only by N worshipping it can they attain endless fortune and life." Dalton m brushed off nonexistent ashes from his sult.

Tobias was puzzled. "This sounds absurd."

"it's just an evil spirit aspiring to be a god." Wynter fiddled with her purple sugilite pendant it was a gesture she often made when pondering "It's a bit troublesome." She explained further, "Ordinary evil spirits are easy to deal with, but this wooden doll, having been worshipped and imbued with belief, is a bit more difficult to handle." No wonder destroying it wasn't the end.

Upon hearing that, Fabiah immediately looked at Wynter.

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