Chapter 332: Chapter 317: She Is Actually One of the S-Level Mercenaries, The Silver Wolf

Aurora Sinclair pushed the door open, luggage in hand. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

A wind chime on the door jingled. A few plump orange cats glanced at her lazily before lying back down to bask in the setting sun, their eyes closed.

The floor inside was covered in old books, leaving almost no room to walk.

"Selling or buying?" a pleasant female voice asked.

Aurora Sinclair looked over. Amid the clutter of books, a woman was lying down, her head pillowed on a stack as she leisurely flipped through an old tome.

Aurora Sinclair didn’t understand her but replied in the international common tongue, "Selling..."

The woman glanced up at her and asked coolly, "What book?"

The woman didn’t look very old. With black hair and black eyes, she appeared to be from Veridia.

Aurora Sinclair pressed her lips together and knocked on her suitcase. The sound wasn’t loud, but it was perfectly rhythmic.

The woman’s casual expression suddenly shifted. She looked up suspiciously, but couldn’t make out her face.

She asked hesitantly, "You are...?"

"On the snowy peak, The Myriad Machina is drawn."

The woman’s eyes flew open. Her body trembling, she stepped forward and bowed respectfully. "Master..."

The familiar Veridian language escaped her lips.

"He is my master," Aurora Sinclair said, her voice hoarse.

The woman froze for a second before correcting herself. "Young Master..."

Aurora Sinclair nodded. "Do you have a phone?"

The woman, stunned, blankly pulled a cell phone from her pocket and handed it to her.

A flicker of joy crossed Aurora Sinclair’s face. She took the phone and began dialing, but a recorded voice said, "I’m sorry, the call cannot be connected."

The woman stepped forward to look. "Young Master," she reminded her in a low voice, "the communication and internet networks here don’t connect to other continents."

"..."

The Continent of Southeland was economically underdeveloped compared to the northern continent. The smaller nations’ internet and communication networks were confined to their own borders. Only the capital cities of major powers like the Ocrean Empire had access to the outside world’s internet.

That was why the smaller nations on the Continent of Southeland had to depend on the larger powers to participate in international competitions.

There were two major powers on the Continent of Southeland: the Kingdom of Ocrea and Luvia. The two nations had been rivals for years, and only a recently signed peace treaty had brought a temporary truce.

Seeing that Aurora Sinclair remained silent, the woman quickly added, "Young Master, I can contact the Southeland Branch..."

***

Meanwhile, Alvin Morgan finally reached the Prince’s Lodge in the Ocrean Empire. There, he met the man who held immense power over the Continent of Southeland—Prince Dees Oak.

"Black, I never expected you to be so young. This is even more surprising than finding out The Silver Wolf is a woman." Dees smiled and moved to embrace Alvin Morgan.

But Alvin cut him off, pulling out his laptop and holding it up as a barrier.

"Have you searched these locations?"

Dees paused, glancing at the addresses on the screen with a hint of resignation. "I’ve already had my men search every fishing village along the coast, and the entire coastline, three or four times. None of them had the girl you’re looking for."

"Did you ask about the second photo I sent you?"

"We’re asking around, but no word back yet."

"Take me to the coast. I’ll ask them myself."

On the plane, Dees noticed the exhaustion and tension etched on Alvin Morgan’s face and couldn’t help but suggest, "Why not post a mission with The International Mercenary Association to find her? That would also make The Shadow’s people back off a bit."

Alvin Morgan pinched the bridge of his nose. "Too many people can’t see her face."

Dees was confused, but Alvin Morgan didn’t elaborate.

"Black, maybe you could get the other three to help? I saw The Silver Wolf just the other day. She should be in Southeland for a mission. Maybe she can help you search," Dees suggested again.

Alvin Morgan wasn’t paying attention to him, his eyes fixed on the screen. He suddenly tapped a set of coordinates. "Have you searched here?"

Dees sighed.

Afterward, Alvin Morgan and his team questioned numerous fishermen along the coast and located the family that had first rescued Aurora Sinclair.

"You’re saying she left without a word?" Beta Morgan asked.

The fisherman nodded, trembling.

"How long did she stay with you?"

"Not even a full day."

"Describe what she looked like when you first saw her."

The fisherman’s voice trembled as he replied, "She was wearing thin white clothes, and her hair and eyebrows were white. She just... drifted here from the sea..."

Alvin Morgan’s expression grew darker. He shot to his feet, staring coldly at the man. "In her condition, she couldn’t have possibly walked away on her own. Where did you send her... no, where did you *sell* her?"

The fisherman’s face went white. Terrified, he dropped to his knees with a THUD. "Sir, I don’t know..."

Seeing this, Dees’s expression hardened. "You don’t know?" he snapped, his voice cold. "Then perhaps a change of scenery will help you remember..."

The nearby soldiers immediately moved to drag the fisherman away. His terrified wife burst into tears, crying out, "Sir, please, have mercy! My husband just wanted to get a little money so we could eat..."