<h4>Chapter 128: Mirror</h4>


    Since Annan and Salvatore felt the situation wasn’t right, they didn’t talk for too long.


    It just so happened Nottdamm wanted to take care of his wife and couldn’t stay with the duo for a long time.


    After the meal and sending Nottdamm back, the duo went straight to the police station.


    This was not the same as previously nned.


    Originally, Salvatore didn’t n to get involved with this kind of trouble with Annan.


    But what happened in Nottdamm’s old house previously gave off lingering fear.


    Without being urged by the shadow, Salvatore followed Annan’s pace.


    He also had something to ask Bishop Daryl.


    “…Nottdamm? Do you mean that tax officer?”


    After listening to Annan and Salvatore’s narration, Bishop Daryl was surprised, “He and his pregnant wife are at home… 44 Clear Water Street? His wife is Maemi, a pregnant woman with a bad temper?”


    Annan’s heart trembled as he asked, “What’s wrong? Is there something wrong?”


    “This is a serious problem.”


    After confirmation, Bishop Daryl murmured. He nced at Annan and couldn’t help but sigh.


    How can this guy get entangled in so much trouble?


    After dismissing the others in the room, Bishop Daryl slowly spoke.


    The following words from the fat bishop sent chills to Salvatore,


    “Nottdamm should live at 12 Rusty Water Street right now. His new wife hasn’t married him yet, let alone pregnant.”


    The fat bishop looked at Annan and Salvatore with a somewhat strange gaze and pointed to the map behind him,


    “But if the wife is pregnant, you should be referring to Maemi. This is a nickname. Her full name is Maemis Nottdamm, but…


    “She passed away due to dystocia two or three years ago.”


    “…En.”


    Hearing this, Salvatore couldn’t help but shiver with his face turned a little ugly.


    Annan nced at Salvatore and asked Bishop Daryl, “So, Grandpa Daryl, do you have any clues about this?


    “Or, do you think this might be a false deity’s ritual?”


    “As far as I know, it should not be.”


    Bishop Daryl quickly shook his head, “The Venerated Skeleton and Rotten Man’s abilities are not rted to ‘time’ and ‘resurrection.’ Although the Venerated Skeleton can reanimate the corpse, you two shouldn’t fail in discerning the difference between a living corpse and a living person.


    “Judging from your narration, the false deities that can achieve this effect are the “Faceless Poet” or “Bell Ringer.” But their mortal vessel and church power aren’t in the Noah Kingdom. Rather, they are far away.


    “So, this matter should have nothing to do with the deities. At least, it is certainly not a conspiracy from any church,” said Bishop Daryl confidently.


    Otherwise, we can definitely detect it.


    Bishop Daryl stared at Annan, and the two exchanged nces.


    Then, the fat bishop spoke and asked in a low volume, “Do you need me to take a look?”


    Although the bishop’s attitude was tactful, the meaning in this sentence was clear.


    Bishop Daryl was skeptical that Nottdamm might have received sacrifices rted to “Faceless Poet” or “Bell Ringer.”


    This was the only way tomunicate with the false deity without the involvement of the “church.”


    Annan was silent for a while and shook his head, “Don’t worry…”


    Salvatore was staring at the map, frowning and thinking for a long time.


    Seeing his troubled look, Annan’s interest piqued, “Do you have any thoughts, senior?”


    “I have an idea, Don Juan.”


    Salvatore looked cautious, recalling the event, and slowly said, “I seem to have heard the teacher talking about a simr ritual before. But it’s not rted to the two false deities…”


    Salvatore took a pause. He reached out his hand and pointed silently to the two Nottdamm residences.


    No. 44, Clear Water Street was close to the Western District where the Feudal Lord’s house was situated.


    No. 12, Rusty Water Street protruded from the east’s slum area.


    If they were to regard the centralmercial avenue as a mirror, the two residences were exactly symmetrical under the circr Roseburg territory.


    Immediately, Salvatore asked slowly.


    “Don Juan, have you heard of the name Michngelo?”


    Hearing Salvatore’s words, Annan and Bishop Daryl looked at each other and said nothing. The discussion came into a silence.


    On the other hand, Salvatore was still stroking the map, measuring thend with his fingers, confirming something on the map.


    Salvatore whispered, “The teacher once told me that five years ago, a powerful Austere-Winter Dukedom wizard held a taboo ritual. His name is Michngelo Buonaro, and people call him ‘Time Stopper Eye.’


    “Although he is just a Gold Rank Great Wizard, many big shots who have mastered the Truth within themselves pay respect to Master Michngelo.”


    “Since Master Michngelo is particrly good at spells rted to the elements of ‘mirror’ and ‘time,’


    “He can turn reality into a mirror surface, stepping into the past world that is symmetrical to the mirror surface of reality. Time is synchronized but passing backward. He can solidify and materialize anyone of the two worlds at any time.


    “After he freezes the time, people in the past can’t see him. The attacks he caused in the past will be all synchronized and mirrored back to reality. For the older wizards knowing Michngelo’s abilities, no one wants to offend Michngelo.”


    Having said that, Salvatore took a deep breath.


    He said slowly, “But this master who has mastered the spell of time faced a big problem in the taboo ritual five years ago, and he failed at thest moment. Hence, he unfortunately perished.”


    At this moment, Annan blinked his eyes. He vaguely realized something.


    Annan looked at the fat bishop and spoke, “Maemis Nottdamm, when did she die?”


    “Two years ago. To be precise, it was two years and six months ago, maybe a couple of days more,” replied Bishop Daryl immediately.


    As a clergyman, the bishop’s memory must be excellent. Otherwise, he might die without knowing when or how.


    Salvatore turned around. At that moment, Annan saw a calm, indifferent senior with confident brilliance in the eyes,


    “—The exact date of Master Michngelo’s death is November 30, 1498.


    “The time now is December 9, 1503 of the Gregorian calendar.


    “If you take the day when Maemis Nottdamm died during childbirth as a mirror…


    “It is only a few days away from mirrored time five years ago.”


    Salvatore said slowly, “Mr. Nottdamm also said…


    “His wife will be ready forbor in a few days.”