Chapter 17(New materials, I am the owner)

"Very well then, I should take my leave for now. I still have some other important matters to attend"

Karina slowly said as she bowed her back down slightly with her eyes closed momentarily while doing so.

Hearing this, Avern didn't bat an eye at all towards her and he waved his hand from the side.

"Then so be it. You may leave now"

"Yes"

-

Seeing the disappearing figure of her from the window, Avern sighed in deeply as he returned to the chair.

Sat on with a tired look as he leaned on it comfortably.

Placed his right palm onto his forehead and pushed his silky white hair to the side a little.

"For 30 years that you had gone, many things have changed... And many more had evolved drastically"

"Concepts appearing here and there, words after words were created. And even certain direct beliefs towards you as our Ancestor. "

*sigh*

"But without you, there would always be this sense of heaviness pressing onto our heart."

"No one could forget about you, as if your name had been imprisoned inside our mind. "

"No one....will forget you...."

"For as long that he will live..."

"I remember..."

-

The next sunrise, around 8 am under the gentle bask of the sun.

The plants were sprouting their coatings with those birds flocked about their way outside of their nest.

The new vigor for the day.

And somewhere else, outside of Liam's house.

*knock* *knock* *knock*

"Hello, is anyone there?"

*knock* *knock* *knock*

"Hello?"

It was a woman in a slightly gorgeous blue dress. A waist-tied hair with a feather pin decorated on both sides of her head.

But the overall look was still within the beauty list. The list of what we called pleasing to one's eyes.

The trees were rustling about around this dilapidated neighborhood. The cracked road tiles and even the rusty aura that this place emitted.

Making her feel a little uncomfortable though she persisted.

She slanted her gaze to the side for a while, feeling a little bit absurd that her superior had sent her here to check the owner of this house.

Whether he is alive or not...

According to the report, the owner of this house had never gone out in the last decade.

If it was the house of a fairy cultivator, it might be reasonable for such a habit to stay secluded. But this house was owned by a mortal.

To explain this situation, Liam did occasionally go out of his house to bathe his eyes with some sightseeing from time to time.

But he did it very discreetly.

Taking the path that many wouldn't take, avoiding many people wherever he went, and even mastering the strange skill of soft walking.

Making his movement extremely light and hard to detect.

And yes this skill was just a normal skill that had been honed by him after countless years. Even a dull blade could be extremely dangerous at the hands of those who know how to wield it.

Enough of chit-chattering.

Zooming back to the front of Liam's house.

"Still no one?... I had knocked on the front door so many times already. "

"Is the owner of this house dead?"

She asked again with an uneasy look on her face.

She didn't want to come here but under the pressure of her work, she had to face it.

Looking over the house in front of her with a sense of disbelief due to its condition.

Cracked walls, wooden planks scattered here and there on the ground, and even the front door doesn't appear to be in a good condition.

At this rate, she will never be able to complete her job.

'Isn't this a ghost house?'

She secretly thought within.

Looking towards the door once again and unknowingly, she discovered a peeping hole that was sizeable enough for her eyes to see through.

'A peephole?... What's this?'

Seemingly to be curious, she approached the door and leaned her body to the front.

Placed her eyes on the same level as the little hole and finally, her sight crossed into the house.

'T-this?... '

She gasped within with a bewildered look on her face. The inside appearance of this house was different from her expectation.

A pale blue pond was located in the middle, a cherry blossom tree next to it, and a chair was placed next to the tree. Under the shade of comfort.

The grasses were cut neat and the whole atmosphere inside this place appeared to be extremely calming.

"This place is?... "

She blurted out again, but what came next would be a deep magnetic male voice from the side.

"My home... "

"Who!"

Her body immediately retreated to the side, pulled out the dagger from her sleeve, and readied her posture to face any incoming danger.

Her long tied hair was swirling around on the back with her eyes peering forward cautiously.

And there he was, a graceful figure draped in cold white. Standing not too far away from her with the star-like gaze of his disregarded her existence like a god.

The long silky hair that dropped low onto the road, the long eyelashes akin to that of heavenly art, and even the godless complexion that was plastered on his face.

Gorgeous, cold, and yet extremely distant.

Seeing this unexpected figure.

The woman asked back in a stern and wary voice.

"Who are you!?."

"The owner of this house... "

"T-the owner?"

"Yes"

Liam nodded back without any expression on his face. Pointed his finger to the house next to them and continued.

"I am the owner of this house.... "

"Y-you?..."

-

10 minutes later.

"I see... So you are the son of the previous owner. Why didn't you come to the town center and inform us of this news?. "

The woman asked from the front.

Sitting across the table within Liam's house as she gaped her gaze around curiously.

Though she tried her best to do so secretly without being noticed.

But would such an act of a little mortal be able to escape Liam's eyes?. The answer would be no.

'What a curious child... '

Liam muttered within and raised his gaze towards her.

And he said.

"Under the contract for the ownership of this house, my father had already marked my name on it. Here you can take a look... "

Liam pulled out a scroll from his sleeves. Placed it on the table and pushed it forward towards the woman.

Seeing this, the woman took the scroll into her hand and began unfolding the tie that was wrapping the scroll.

She opened it and began reading the content of the contract carefully.

Minutes later...

'The original owner of this house was an old man, his name is Liam truth. Quite an odd name... But according to the data, he had never registered a family under his name. '

'Then... '

She gradually raised her gaze to the front.

Looking towards the peerless man in front of her with doubts and she continued.

'Just who is this?... but he claimed himself as the son of the original owner'

'Though I doubt things would be that simple... '

Noticing her doubtful gaze, Liam then added in with a plain voice into the stiff silence between them.

"So, is there anything wrong with the document?"