"I''ming!"


    Mosley opened the door and asked, "What''s the matter?"


    "A strange guy came by earlier and told me to give this to you," Evelyn said, handing over a package.


    "Oh? What was his name? Did you ask him?" Mosley asked curiously.


    Evelyn shook her head and then said, "He said it was for the guy in the house. Since Ronan and the others are out, and I can''t read the delivery slip, I''ll just give it to you." Mosley took the package. "Alright, thank you."


    "It''s nothing. By the way, have you seen my brother?"


    "Your brother?"


    "Your master."


    "Oh, I don''t know. I saw him leave. You don''t need to look for him. He''ll be back tonight. Just don''t run around."


    "Okay." Evelyn walked back to her room, looking a bit disappointed.


    Mosley looked at the package in front of him, puzzled. Who could have sent this?


    Back in his room, Mosley carefully opened the package. Inside was a small vial of medicine and an envelope.


    To hisck of surprise, it was the potion they were investigating. Mosley nced at the recipient''s name on the package. "Rn Florentine."


    Then, he opened the envelope. As expected, the letter instructed Rn to use the medicine.


    "Dear Rn, as long as you use this medicine, you''ll be able to walk again...


    "These guys..." Mosley looked at the vial in his hand. He wanted to study itsposition.


    "If I can figure out what this stuff is, I might be able to develop an antidote..."


    Mosley ced the medicine back into the package and decided to wait until Nash returned before starting his research. Suddenly, a strong sense of unease washed over him.


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    "Oh no! Those guys, they''reing!"


    Mosley copsed on the ground in pain.


    Patricia rushed over and worriedly called out, "Mossy, what''s wrong? Mossy!" "They... They''reing!"


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    In the blink of an eye, the two of them found themselves on a strange rooftop with three figures in ck cloaks before them.


    "Elders!"


    Patricia watched in panic as the three cloaked figures stood before them. She realized that one of the elders was using their power to inflict pain on Mosley.


    "Mos, this is a lesson," one of the elders said, waving their hand and lifting the spell from Mosley.


    Mosley, drenched in sweat and gasping for breath, looked up with a terrified re at the three elders.


    "Mos, tell me where the elder''s reincarnation is now," the elder demanded.


    "I... I don''t know..." Mosley answered firmly.


    One of the elders with a green face stepped forward and grabbed Mosley roughly.


    "You''d better think carefully about every word you say. We know where you''ve been."


    Mosley remained defiant. "I told you. I don''t know."


    "Ungrateful wretch!" The green-faced elder punched Mosley, and he went flying back, blood spurting out of his mouth. "Speak up! Tell us honestly!"


    "I already said I don''t know!" Mosley shouted as he punched the green-faced elder in the face.