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It was late at night.

In the bedroom, Angele was having a sweet dream on a large bed.

Although he was a wizard, he still enjoyed sleeping from time to time; it would make him feel relaxed.

The cold moonlight shined through the window and landed by the bed. A white shadow slowly appeared in the moonlight—it looked like a woman. The woman stood by the bed quietly and stared at Angele.

*Ugh*

Angele made some noise and turned to the other side. The woman could only see his back.

The white shadow disappeared after Angele made the noise like she was never here.

Angele suddenly opened his tightly closed eyes and looked in the direction of where the woman was standing.

"This thing can go through my barrier..." he muttered. The painting started bothering Angele again, however, he had to keep visiting it as he needed the material for the summoning spell.

Also, Angele still wanted to find out the truth about the painting and would not give up just for some strange things that had been happening to him recently.

*Crank*

It looked like that the door was pushed open by some wind; it was dark outside.

Angele got off the bed, walked to the door, and was about to close it.

*PA*

A pale hand grabbed his wrist and tried to drag him to the other side of the door.

Angele’s expression changed, it felt like his right wrist was locked by a claw and his bone ached. The pale hand’s pull was so strong that Angele could barely stand still.

He realized that what outside the door was no longer his living room, it had to be the entrance to somewhere dangerous.

’I can’t be dragged to the other side!’

He tried to resist the pale hand and his body was trembling.

"Damn!" he shouted and stabilized his feet. Angele released a lot of black smoke.

*BAM*

He won.

Angele’s sight blurred and everything disappeared. He was holding the handle of the door in hand and could see the moonlight on the living room’s floor. The place was cold and quiet.

"Damn it!" He hit the door hard and made some loud noise.

"It seems like you want me to stop..." He assumed the painting was trying to stop him from studying it.

Red light appeared around his eyes and it looked like boiling lava.

"I won’t give up the painting. I need the dust for my spell that helps me study the realm power. You’ll pay for what you have done..." he muttered.

*BAM*

The door was slammed close.

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There were birds twittering outside the window.

"Have a seat, please. This is a special flower tea I made with tongue fruit and green flower leaves. Try it."

Angele put down two wooden cups and sat opposite Fir in the living room. Fir was wearing a tight black dress.

It was early in the morning and he could see the white smoke rising from the wooden cups. The creamy and fragrant smell of the tea permeated the air.

Fir was a bit surprised after she saw Angele. The elite wizard who was smart and calm looked a bit tired for some reason. She could even see the dark circles around his eyes.

"I apologize if I’m mistaken but are you having trouble sleeping recently? I have some tranquilization potion here..."

Angele smiled. "Thank you, but using the tranquilization potion is risky, I might get addicted. Don’t worry, it’s nothing serious."

Fir nodded. "I almost forgot that you’re a potion master too but our wedding is tomorrow and I hope that you’re prepared for it."

Angele was a bit speechless after hearing those words.

The two would be sleeping on the same bed soon but they were talking like they just met each other. Fir was being very polite to him and it made the situation even stranger.

"Don’t worry. People all know why we’re getting married." Angele smiled.

Fir heard that and nodded.

It was true that Fir never loved Angele and Angele never loved her. They were getting married because Vivian asked them too.

Fir was a wizard that loved research and exploration just like Angele did.

"I can talk to Vivian if you don’t like me," Fir spoke in a low voice as she stared at Angele’s dark circles. "Also, I’m here to see how you’re doing on the hill. Do you mind if I take a look around?"

"Of course, go ahead." Angele shrugged. "Ah, I have some deserts I made in the kitchen. I’ll grab you some." He stood up and walked to the kitchen. He disappeared at the corner quickly.

Fir grabbed the wooden cup and sipped some tea. The tea was tasty and creamy, it quickly warmed up her body.

She suddenly heard the footsteps coming from the staircase. The noise was crisp and rhythmical.

"Master Green? That was fast." Fir put down the cup and saw a woman in a white dress walk into Angele’s bedroom.

Fir’s brow furrowed, it felt like that the woman did not see her at all.

"We’re not even married yet and you’re already doing this to me?" Fir was Angele’s fiancée after all and was a bit angry. She thought the woman was trying to make her jealous.

"I’ll find out why master Green loves you so much!" Fir stood up and looked at the kitchen, however, she noticed that Angele was not making any noise.

"Is he doing this on purpose?" Fir felt even worse.

She decided to go and talk to the woman. Fir was certain that the woman was not from the Elemental Hand and assumed that Angele was keeping a local resident in his own house.

"A mortal will get old in just a couple years and she’ll no longer be attractive... I’m different..." Fir smiled.

"I’ll still be the same 200 years later."

Fir pursed her lips and walked to the bedroom. The door of the bedroom suddenly closed as Fir stepped into the room.

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"Fir?!" Angele sat down with a plate of peanut muffins in his hand. He glanced around but could not where Fir was.

The tea on the table was still warm but Fir was nowhere to be found.

Angele’s brow furrowed, it only took him around ten seconds to grab the dessert but Fir disappeared after he came back.

"Where are you, Fir?!" he shouted.

No one responded.

Angele noticed that something was off. He stood up and scanned the area using the biochip.

He looked around and noticed that the door was his bedroom was closed.

"I don’t think I locked the door..."

He walked to the bedroom but thought of the pale hand he saw last night and decided not to open the door.

"Fir!" he shouted. "Talk to me if you’re inside the bedroom!"

Angele moved away from the bedroom, he checked the guest room and the storage but he did not find anyone.

"I have a bad feeling about this... Fir is gone."

He rushed to the staircase but realized that he had not opened the bedroom’s door yet.

Angele’s expression changed, he walked to the bedroom but he found that someone locked the door from inside.

He hit the door hard.

*Bam*

*Crack*

The door of the bedroom was broken into pieces.

Inside the bedroom, Fir was hitting a door on the other side anxiously.

"Green, are you there?! Come on, open the door and let me go! I don’t like jokes like this!"

Angele was surprised after he saw the scene.

The bedroom only had one door and Angele just entered through. There should be a window on the wall opposite to him but it was replaced by another door.

Fir heard the noise from behind, she turned her head around and looked at Angele with confusion in her eyes.

*Crank*

The door Fir was knocking slowly opened. A pale arm reached out and tried to grab Fir.

"Run!" Angele shouted and charged to Fir. He grabbed Fir’s arm and dragged her away from the door.

The pale arm missed and everything disappeared after the two wizards’ sights blurred for a second.

They were sitting opposite to each other in the living room. The tea and the peanut muffins were still on the table.

The tea was still nice and hot.

"What just happened?" Fir had no idea what just happened. She looked at her wrist but there was no mark on it. "You grabbed my wrist hard, right? What’s going on?"

Lowering her hand, Fir raised her head, however, she noticed that Angele disappeared.

A woman in a white dress slowly walked up the stairs. Fir noticed that the woman’s face was covered by her long hair.

Fir had trouble breathing. She watched the woman walk to the second floor and could no longer hear the footsteps.

"Green?!" Her voice was shaky. "Master Green, are you still here?"

"Fir! Fir!"

She could hear a voice coming from the far side and it sounded like Angele.

Fir’s head ached and her sight blurred for a second again. She saw that Angele was shaking her shoulders anxiously.

"Are you alright? Answer me!"

Fir looked at Angele but noticed that there was a pair of pale feet standing on the second floor. It was the woman but her body was blocked by the staircase.

The woman was wearing a white dress and her skin was extremely pale.

For some reason, Fir knew that the woman was staring at her. It felt like that the woman could see through the objects that were blocking her sight.

Fir could feel a chill running down her spine.