Trafford's Trading Club

Teacher Prin was silent for a moment, “Maybe… It’s indeed a deathly power, but I’m not him.”

“I merely said it’s similar; I didn’t say you’re him.” Nero casually chuckled.

Teacher Prin nodded, then went out—he didn’t continue to engage Nero further, some things aren’t solvable by mere force… Moreover, considering even the book was used, yet still resulted in this, force obviously isn’t the solution.

If she were to keep following him, perhaps in some way, it’s a good thing.

As long as she sticks around, he can confirm she hasn’t approached Mr. Smith’s family.

Watching Teacher Prin go out like this, Nero leaned against the dilapidated house’s door, starting to ruffle her bangs, muttering to herself, “So strange…”

The Yama Sword had once cleaved half of Teacher Prin, swallowing this half completely—yet now, Teacher Prin had recovered, as if the severed half had never gone missing.

But this wasn’t what Nero found strangest—after all, she couldn’t completely comprehend the power of souls… She wasn’t like the boss or that unscrupulous maid either… Perhaps viewing Teacher Prin’s condition as his special ability made sense.

So, what puzzled her most was… the connection between stupid husky and Old Ha.

Old Ha recognized her, but stupid husky clearly didn’t, based on his past reactions—Old Ha’s words were scrutinized by Nero as well, and indeed they weren’t lies… Discerning lies seemed to be an inherent ability of Black soul envoy, allowing her to easily sense deception—no matter how emotionally controlled or skilled the opponent was.

Since neither Old Ha or stupid husky lied, what exactly went wrong?

Nero stretched lazily, shrugging her neck, “What on earth went wrong for your scents to be identical… It’s truly intriguing!”

So, what truly baffled Nero was: The Yama Sword had once swallowed half of Teacher Prin, and had sliced open Joe’s body extracting his soul, and also penetrated Old Ha’s body, touching his spiritual essence—yet Old Ha, stupid husky and Joe, the scent of their souls was unmistakably the same.

In simple terms—one soul split among three different beings. Old Ha and stupid husky possess similar abilities… like Hades, King of the Underworld’s power, whereas Joe is merely a five-year-old oblivious little dog.

Regarding Joe’s uniqueness, perhaps it’s only his sensitivity to perceiving the arrival of a Reaper, just a heightened intuition.

“Half a year ago?”

Nero suddenly recalled Joe’s mention of the family bucket incident, her gaze shifted as if forming a plan—she bit her lips, then forcefully mimicked a vomiting action… a lump of black-gray mass emerged directly from her mouth.

The lump had a small tail, little folded hands—a face somewhat reminiscent of her own, appearing notably juvenile—essentially like a ghost.

Nero contently patted the lump’s head, then pointed toward the direction where Teacher Prin left… the lump immediately chased after.

Subsequently, she planned to visit the local police station—but prior to the station visit, Nero decided to buy breakfast in the town.

Black soul envoy actually doesn’t require food… yet she still retains this habit.

Just as Da Zhe enjoys doing housework, just as the boss follows normal human routines—they all retain some former habits.

Of course, she opted not to return to the manor for breakfast because returning now would certainly make her the last to arrive!

No way she’d do the dishes!

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