As he rose from his seat, Vance poured a cup of coffee for Percival and continued, "Take the Sheldon family; they're known for their fortune-telling and longevity. The Perez have a knack for telekinesis, and the Martinez? They can communicate with animals. The Abernathys, they can read minds. As for the Grimshaws, I'm not sure about their family secret. But I do know they've stolen something very important from others."

Percival, his curiosity piqued, asked, "What's that?"

"Our family's heirloom technique," Vance revealed. "It allows one to alter a person's meridians without any harm in a very short period of time."

Percival stood up abruptly, his voice cold, "You're saying that the method to alter meridians is your family's?"

Vance noticed Percival's serious demeanor and felt a sense of unease.

It was as if Percival had heard of this technique before.

Vance stood as well, "You don't mean to say you've seen this technique in action?"

Percival nodded, "Recently, Vivienne and I encountered a woman with extraordinary martial abilities. Yet, her meridians seemed no different from an average person."

That day, Percival and Vance discussed many things in the office.

When Percival left, he even took some documents from Vance's drawer with him.

Stepping out into the afternoon sun, Percival thought about everything he had learned and was about to call Vivienne when he saw Arthur approaching.

"War God," he addressed Arthur, clutching the documents from Vance's office. He intended to exchange brief pleasantries and move on.

After all, as someone who had long since resigned from Vanguard Agency, lingering around could stir up trouble.

to pass by when he remembered that the man before him

halted, "Hold on. Percival, your fiancée is from the Brooks

of recognition passed through Percival's eyes, "You're right, War God. Vivienne's father is from the

Scott, nor did he reveal her biological father, choosing instead the only father Vivienne had acknowledged so

something, but he wasn't concerned. He got straight to

furrowed

had heard it. But as far as he knew, no woman by that name existed in either the

Percival, and this

offer. Looking at Percival, he felt a newfound respect, "I'd appreciate

Percival asked, already inching toward the

eagerness to leave and spoke again, "I heard

twitched almost

was common knowledge among the Linklater family, with Dracon being one of them. Why then did War God seem unaware? Percival's gaze grew more

expected Percival to actually know the Specter Healer. He said, "It's my father. Ever since he was poisoned, his health has been declining. I've heard of the Specter Healer's miraculous skills and wanted to consult her. If you could help me find her, I'd be deeply

you know that my wife treated Yorick's poisoning? She is the Specter Healer. She said that once Yorick's poison was treated, he only needed to

worsened, perhaps you should consider other causes." Percival rarely spoke so much, but he did now for two reasons: respect for War God and to prevent anyone from using him and Vivienne as pawns. If their scheme

a chill emanated from him. Then, unexpectedly,

Excellent!

dared to play games with him. He had already identified the culprit behind his father's poisoning and would have taken action if not for the need to lure out the mastermind behind

was smart enough to have

"If there's nothing else, I should

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