CHAPTER 820: SUSPICIOUS OFFER

The group from the Barevisk family truly visited Sir Ferix’s manor, as Aldrian followed them. The moment they entered the manor, one of them, who seemed to be their group’s leader, spoke to the maid who greeted them.

"I would like to meet with Elder Ferix," he said.

He was a middle-aged man with cultivation at the middle pseudo-immortal establishment stage. Someone at this level would have already become an elder of the family. The maid, who knew the man’s identity, immediately ran to notify Sir Ferix.

A moment later, Sir Ferix walked toward them. His face looked pale, and his cultivation was at the peak pseudo-immortal foundation stage. This made the man smile mockingly, thinking that Sir Ferix’s cultivation had fallen again and that he had now been thrown out of the immortal establishment stage.

If he wanted to, he could kill Sir Ferix with a single slap, but he knew that was not possible because of the special circumstances. Although Sir Ferix had already fallen in status compared to his elder brother and now lived like an ordinary noble, his influence among some of the family members was still strong.

His presence here was what kept them in check and prevented them from doing anything reckless against the patriarch.

However, the man couldn’t help but feel superior since his cultivation was higher and he possessed more power than Sir Ferix. At this moment, Sir Ferix appeared like a sickly and ordinary cultivator.

The avatar watching them from not far away couldn’t help but mock this arrogant elder. If only he could rid himself of his arrogance and think more sharply, he would have noticed something strange about Sir Ferix.

His aura seemed far too stable compared to before, and if the man’s senses were sharper, he would have known that the cultivation shown to him was mostly fake. At this moment, Sir Ferix had already returned to his former cultivation before being cursed, which was at the peak pseudo-immortal establishment stage.

Sir Ferix’s cultivation foundation was now much more stable than in the past, thanks to the avatar’s golden energy that helped heal and strengthen his foundation after it had been dried out for so long. He could now cultivate much faster than before.

"Elder Ignar, what a surprise for you to visit this place from the capital. Come, let me bring you to a better place," Sir Ferix said in a slightly hoarse voice, his expression showing that he was enduring pain.Watching Sir Ferix’s act, the avatar thought that he was truly talented at playing a theatre drama. This elder named Ignar had no idea that Sir Ferix was actually already a healthy man.

Elder Ignar then turned to the men behind him. "I will talk to Elder Ferix privately. You stay here until I am done."

"Yes, sir," the others replied before Sir Ferix and Elder Ignar walked farther inside, as Sir Ferix intended to guide him to the guest room.

The avatar observed the rest of the group instead of following Sir Ferix, wanting to make sure they did not do anything strange while in the manor. Their visit here with an unknown purpose was suspicious to him, and he did not want to overlook anything.

After a few moments, when Sir Ferix and Elder Ignar were already out of sight, the five men began to disperse. The avatar narrowed his eyes, finding their actions odd, as if they had already planned this beforehand. He then decided to follow one of them.

Even if he walked right behind the person, they would not notice, so he calmly followed one of them.

As the avatar followed the man, the man appeared to be merely strolling around, not doing much and simply looking at his surroundings. He walked neither fast nor slow, as if he were admiring the manor, which the avatar considered nonsense.

From the avatar’s perspective, the man was clearly checking or observing the manor itself.

He continued following the man for about fifteen minutes before being called back near the front door. The discussion between Sir Ferix and Elder Ignar seemed to have already ended.

After the rest of the group gathered and Elder Ignar returned, he said to Sir Ferix,

"I will wait for Elder Ferix’s confirmation, but if you are too slow, I don’t think there will be another chance like this."

"I will keep that in mind," Sir Ferix replied before the group left the manor.

Sir Ferix looked at them with an expressionless face for a moment before entering the building again. He walked toward the room where his wife was, and once he entered, he let out a sigh. Madam Elysia, who had been pretending to sleep, opened her eyes when she sensed that the one who entered was Sir Ferix. She couldn’t help but narrow her eyes.

"Is there something wrong, dear? You look tired and exasperated."

Sir Ferix finally showed a faint smile and walked toward her. "Well, someone came to visit, and he—"

Knock, knock!

Before he could finish his words, a knock sounded on the door. His wife immediately pretended to sleep again, and Sir Ferix turned his gaze toward the door.

"It’s me." The avatar’s voice came from outside, making Sir Ferix and his wife sigh in relief. Sir Ferix opened the door but saw no one there. However, he didn’t seem confused and calmly closed the door again. A moment later, the avatar’s figure appeared inside the room.

"Your Majesty, I thought you were taking a stroll in the city," Sir Ferix asked.

"Well, I was, but I coincidentally saw a group of people who seemed to be from the Barevisk family. All of them walked toward this manor, so I followed them and observed what they were up to. When you interacted with that Elder Ignar, I was already watching them without anyone noticing," the avatar replied.

Sir Ferix sighed in amazement. There had truly been no sign whatsoever of the avatar’s presence near them at that time. It still gave him goosebumps to realize that the avatar could move throughout the manor without him or anyone noticing.

He couldn’t help but think, what if the avatar had also seen him and his wife acting lovey-dovey after she woke up from her coma?

He quickly shook his head to rid himself of such overthinking before hearing Aldrian ask,

"So, what did that Elder Ignar talk to you about? I observed his men and couldn’t help but think that Munez is planning something. Those men seemed to be observing this manor with some unknown intent."

Sir Ferix sighed. "Elder Ignar offered me a spot in an expedition group heading to the Poison Valley in the southern territory. It was said that someone discovered a miraculous herb, the Celestial Angel Flower, a herb said to heal any injury or ailment, no matter how severe. It can also be used to support cultivation even at the pseudo immortal stage. This is an extremely rare herb hunted by countless cultivators."

"Elder Ignar said that someone who has mastered the poison laws saw three of these flowers deep within the valley. However, because the flowers are guarded by spiritual beasts at the middle pseudo-immortal stage, he couldn’t take them. Instead, he tried to post the task at the Adventure Guild. He wanted to ask for help and promised that whoever could retrieve the flowers could keep two of them."

"Fortunately, the Barevisk family intercepted the task after the Adventure Guild informed them about it, before it was released to the public, and decided to form their own expedition team. The team will depart tomorrow."

The avatar raised his eyebrows. "Then what is your opinion about it? What did you say to Elder Ignar?"

"Of course, I did not believe it. His story, although it seems legitimate, is also too good to be true. The Celestial Angel Flower is the rare herb that actually made my wife travel to the other side of the land to search for it before she fell into a coma. She heard news about the herb and wanted to find it for me." Sir Ferix looked at his wife with a smile.

Madam Elysia turned her head away in embarrassment, but then glanced back at him with narrowed eyes.

"There are also some strange things about this story and its timing. There’s no real reason for Munez to offer me such an opportunity. So I told Elder Ignar to give me time until tonight, and I will give him my answer," Sir Ferix added.

The avatar nodded. "Yes, I agree with you, Sir Ferix. This does seem more like a trap—a trap specially prepared for you. I don’t know what kind of plan Munez has, but I think this might be a dangerous journey for you if you accept it."

"Yes, dear, this is too dangerous. We don’t know what could be waiting for you there," Madam Elysia said with worry.

Sir Ferix shared the same thought but then sighed. "I know, but if I don’t take it, Munez will certainly grow suspicious of me. I’m afraid he might try to investigate me if that happens." Sir Ferix scratched his head.

"This is truly a situation where I’ve been caught between a rock and a hard place."