Chapter 412 Traces of Possession by Evil Spirits.

Blake rang the doorbell, and shortly after, a maid came out, wearing a polite smile as she asked, “May I inquire about your identity?”

Glancing at the opulent villa and its surroundings, he replied nonchalantly. “I have a slight connection with Mrs. Fowler, so kindly inform her that my last name is MacNeil. In Clodston, the MacNeil farmily was the only one bearing that surname and holding a certain status. He believed that upon hearing this surname, Madam Fowler, if not foolish, would promptly emerge.

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The maid acknowledged with a nod and responded, “Very well, please wait for a moment.”

Once the maid departed. Lilly inquired, “Dad, do you know Auntie Fowler?”

Blake admitted, “I don’t

It puzzled her. “Then why did you claim to have an acquaintance with her?”

Shamelessly, he replied, “Well, we’re all descendants of the same ancestors, so isn’t that a form of acquaintance?”

Lilly was shocked. She grasped the concept of “descendant” as her older brother had recently explained it to Hannah during their lesson. However, she wondered if the term could be used in such a context. Suddenly, her eyes brightened. She felt she had gained some inexplicably impressive knowledge, but struggled to articulate it fully.

Next to them, Grace thought to herself, “Descendants. It means more than just being acquainted. It could even imply being relatives, right?”

pale and fragile lady rushed out, her face drained of color. Hurriedly, she suddenly began, coughing, causing her pale complexion to flush red. “I… I

came in interrupted bursts, heavily punctuated by bouts of coughing. Yet, amidst her urgency, she extended her hand in a gesture of

person in their thirties or forties coughed, emitting a feebleness

voice clear and icy

lady remained quiet. Her expression was

no problem with her father’s words and

remained silent, offering

behind by a malevolent spirit. However, there was no sign of the spirit’s presence

left by an evil spirit. Lilly, do you recall if

Chris before?”

in

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and malicious, but he is undoubtedly a formidable practitioner. It’s

her, understanding

remained silent, absorbing the information. She was aware of this general knowledge, not harboring any envy towards those

discomfort, Madam Fowler invited Blake, Lilly, and Grace into her home. With a perplexed expression, she inquired, “May I

Blake, known as the “God of Battle,” had humiliated the MacNeil family on numerous occasions, gaining notoriety

to the chase and inquired,

instantly drained, and her legs gave way, causing her

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