CHAPTER 396: CHAPTER 396: STRANGE MAP

From the moment she got in the car, May Morgan noticed the strong smell of smoke inside. She knew Victor Grant must not have been willing to leave last night, especially since he had stopped smoking for a long time to please her.

She glanced at Victor Grant somewhat apologetically and explained in a low voice, "I, I didn’t do anything with Vincent Vance last night."

Victor Grant waved his hand irritably, saying to her with considerable conflict, "Even if something happened between you two, I don’t want to interfere anymore. Last night, I thought a lot and realized I couldn’t leave you, even if your old feelings for Vincent Vance are hard to let go, even if you did something you shouldn’t have with him, I find it impossible to give you back to him."

As he spoke, Victor Grant suddenly sighed with a hint of dejection, looking at May Morgan’s face, he said solemnly, "May, I can’t explain why I like you so much, even to the extent of preferring to endure the fact that you harbor feelings for someone else, rather than let you go. Perhaps it’s my fate as the fool I’ve been. Whether you did something with Vincent last night doesn’t matter to me anymore. I just hope you can stay by my side from now on and stop thinking about him, will you?"

May Morgan found it hard to look at Victor Grant, and facing his earnest gaze, she couldn’t help but nod: "I’m sorry, I won’t contact Vincent Vance again in the future."

Hearing May Morgan’s promise, Victor Grant felt as if he received the greatest gift. He reached out to pull May’s head closer, kissing her forehead: "Thank you, and don’t worry, I will wholeheartedly love you from now on."

Watching Victor Grant’s car slowly drive out of view from the rooftop, Vincent Vance felt a stabbing pain in his heart.

With her gone, May Morgan is unlikely to return again. Even though he can now stand on his own, how can he stop this from happening, how can he save the woman he loves?

Jacob Jennings called, saying there’s a breakthrough in the investigation into that mysterious Master Landry because he found Samuel Zimmerman, Master Landry’s apprentice.

Vincent Vance, upon hearing this, immediately signaled Jacob Jennings to bring him to Zenith Villa; he wanted to personally interrogate this person.

Soon, Jacob Jennings had brought Samuel Zimmerman to Zenith Villa, and he was dropped at Vincent Vance’s feet. Samuel’s body was very weak and trembled nonstop at the sight of Vincent, a stark difference from his previous demeanor.

Vincent Vance looked down at him coldly and asked, "Where’s your master?"

Jacob Jennings had already asked him this question before, but if Samuel knew where Mr. Landry was, he wouldn’t need to be brought to Zenith Villa for further questioning.

"I, I really don’t know, my master, my master..."

Samuel sighed in resignation, hesitantly saying to Vincent Vance: ’Actually, my master... passed away over a month ago!’

Passed away?

Upon hearing this, Vincent Vance was slightly shaken, quickly exchanging glances with Jacob Jennings, then coldly threatening Samuel Zimmerman: "I warn you, lying to me will end badly for you."

"I know, I know, Young Master Vance, everything I’m saying is true." Facing Vincent Vance’s cold demeanor, Samuel was already terrified, trembling as he explained: "Here’s how it went, a month ago, my master suddenly turned ashen faced and became unconscious. I was beside him at that time, witnessing him draw his last breath, without even having the chance to take him to the hospital. He was gone before I knew it. My master only had me as his apprentice, with no children. I thought since he’s dead I’d handle his affairs but just as I was about to take his body to the crematorium, he suddenly woke up, startling me greatly."

Having said this, Samuel cautiously glanced at Vincent Vance, fearing disbelief, and quickly continued: ’After waking up, my master seemed just the same as before, yet his abilities were far more powerful. At first, I didn’t realize this, but later that night when Mr. Jennings came to us, I secretly saw my master could control poisonous insects!’

"Control poisonous insects?" Upon hearing this, Vincent Vance couldn’t remain calm and sat upright, sternly asking him, ’Explain clearly, what exactly happened?’

"That night, those two men who came to assassinate us died. Mr. Jennings intended to quickly take my master and me away but when my master and I went out, I accidentally saw him chanting a spell. At that time, I didn’t know what he was doing and didn’t think much of it, only realizing later that the poisonous insects that night were released by my master."

Jacob Jennings’ expression darkened, immediately bending down to grab Samuel’s shirt, sternly questioning him, "How can you be sure it was your master who released the insects that night? Why would he do it?"

"I’m not very sure, ever since that night, I’ve been deliberately monitoring my master, silently observing. I discovered he seemed very strange. Previously, my master knew a little about spells but wasn’t this strong. I know exactly what abilities he had, yet now, my master after rebirth, has terrifyingly powerful abilities..."

Samuel looked at Jacob Jennings with fear, then at Vincent Vance, and only then cautiously said to them: "So now I strongly suspect, this master isn’t my previous master anymore; he has been reincarnated by someone else."

This single declaration caused both Vincent Vance and Jacob Jennings’s expressions to change dramatically. A month ago? Wasn’t that around the eve of Vincent Vance and Brianna White’s wedding, and when Jacob Jennings had tracked down the legendary Master Landry?

If everything Samuel said is true, then who exactly is Mr. Landry?

Why did he suddenly intrude into their world under the guise of Master Landry, and for what purpose?

"Do you have any other clues?" Pause for a moment, Jacob Jennings couldn’t help but ask.

Samuel didn’t dare hide anything, promptly presenting a silver-white flute with intricate patterns to Jacob Jennings, "Three days ago, my master gave me this and told me that should he ever disappear, I must keep this safe. Considering how bizarre he is, I didn’t know if this was good or bad, but after staring at it for a long time, it was impossible to discern its significance. Can you take a look to see if this thing is useful?"

Jacob Jennings took the flute from Samuel’s hand, examined it in his palm, noting the flute was approximately ten centimeters long and one centimeter wide, made of silver, bearing complex ancient engravings, both primitive and exceptionally delicate.

Despite its peculiar appearance, Jacob Jennings couldn’t figure out its secrets, frustratingly passing the flute to Vincent Vance, indicating for him to examine it.