When the plot-skips players into the game world

Chapter 559

Chapter 559: Chapter 435: Searching for Isabel_2 Chapter 559: Chapter 435: Searching for Isabel_2 “I now offer my blood in prayer for true knowledge.

I swear this blood is shed for the benefit of others.

Please, Candle Master and thy Angel Envoy, answer me—”

As Aiwass spoke, he sharply pulled the blade through the palm of his hand, simultaneously lifting his left hand before his eyes.

A torrential, surging flame of blood-red burst forth from Aiwass’s palm, his long hair and the hem of his robe violently fluttering in the windstorm that had appeared out of nowhere.

Staring at the deep red flames, a vision suddenly appeared in Aiwass’s field of view.

He felt as if he stood before a conflagration, with a sacred bonfire crackling before him.

I beseech you, Candle Master...

...

Today is the Candle Master’s Festival—she disrupted your ceremony, charmed your Priest, and on this holy day caused harm to the innocent...

But soon, the windstorm howled past.

The fire in Aiwass’s hand gradually dimmed and extinguished, and the visions in his eyes and ears likewise faded away.

—There was no answer.

The clue is not here.

“Not here, go back a bit.”

Aiwass gently patted Philip on the back.

Philip said in a deep voice, “No problem, I’ll fly slower, just tell me when to stop.”

“Good, right here—please stop.”

Aiwass quickly ordered.

This was a place that felt familiar to Aiwass...or rather, the place where the dream began.

For beneath him was the location of the “Pelican Bar,” which had been sealed up before.@@@@

Now long since closed, the bar’s contents had been emptied.

It had become an abandoned warehouse, storing some stones.

Aiwass used the searching ritual for the second time.

And this time, the ritual elicited a different response—

The flames that erupted from Aiwass’s raised left hand formed a transient illusion in his eyes.

In a dim, lightless alley, he saw a little girl cowering helplessly.

Near her was an overturned basket that seemed to contain something.

She was clutching something tightly in her hand, shoulders drawn inward, arms wrapped around her.

Leaning against the wall behind her, as if trying to protect something in her embrace.

As people slowly surrounded her, her eyes were filled with fear and defiance.

She seemed afraid of being hit, but her hands weren’t raised to shield her head...

The vision lasted only a brief moment before the flames in Aiwass’s hand dissipated.

But Aiwass was exceptionally excited, certain without needing to perform the ritual again: “There’s a response!

I recognize the alley—”

She could also afford to have a Priest treat her mother’s illness, maybe even go to school, or buy a new set of clean and warm clothes!

There might be other things she could do with the money, but she couldn’t even imagine them.

The substantial amount of money made it impossible for her to refuse; she could only weep and accept it.

She knew in her heart that she had to hide this windfall, or else she wouldn’t live to see tomorrow.

But she couldn’t help the excitement in her heart...

which resulted in an overreaction that caught the attention of some idle gang members who were looking for trouble during the Candle Master’s Festival.

Soon, her beautiful dream shattered like a broken mirror.

She came to her senses, realizing that she ultimately lacked the power to change her fate and might even die soon...

So, she only thought about giving the money to the very few people who had been kind to her.

——Better than letting those who bullied her take it!

She clenched her fists and thought to herself.

But Aiwass looked startled when he saw the money.

One hundred White Crown Coins...

Who would suddenly gift such a large sum to a poor girl?

It was either a noble, kind-hearted person who didn’t know much about the Lohar District, thinking they had done a good deed, or a bloodthirsty spectator with ulterior motives longing for entertainment.

Add to that his own person-finding ritual...

Two figures emerged in Aiwass’s mind.

Isabel or Emma.

Thus, Aiwass immediately asked the girl, “Who gave you this money, was it a beautiful sister?”

“Yes!”

The flower-selling girl’s eyes lit up instantly, and her hesitation in handing over the money eased a lot, “Brother, please return the money to her!

I can’t take so much...”

And Aiwass simply pushed the money aside, pressing on, “What color is her hair, what color are her eyes?

How tall is she approximately?”

“White hair, very white, like snowdrops.

And red eyes, a little scary, but also very beautiful, like the color of a rose...

She’s a bit taller than me.”

The girl obediently answered, while illustrating with her hands, “Just by a bit...”

Aiwass immediately confirmed it was Yulia!

Or rather, Isabel disguised as Yulia!

——He finally found her!

The fact that the girl’s money was still in her possession and not yet taken away indicated she must not have gone far—

So Isabel was still alive, and also safe!

Aiwass let out a big sigh of relief, feeling as if the entire world had suddenly become brighter.