Chapter 715 Wynter Informs Albert
Wynter went straight to the point. “He came here to deliver a letter to Grandpa. Something must be going on down there.”
“Down there?” Albert asked in puzzlement.
Wynter wanted to ask Cody about Richard’s whereabouts. However, the letter in Wynter’s hand reminded him there were more important things to do.
“Master, there’s something wrong with him,” Leo reminded worriedly.
Cody was indeed acting oddly. A dark mist trailed behind him, and he struggled to recall the destination. His eyes betrayed his inner turmoil–a troubling indication of potential descent into evil.
“He’s behaving like a bound spirit,” muttered Leo, his voice barely audible. “It’s quite strange.”
Wynter listened intently, her gaze lowered as she pricked her finger. Next, she drew a warding symbol directly behind Cody.
Given that Wynter wasn’t skilled at drawing talismans, she attempted to stabilize his soul with her spiritual energy.
Leo exclaimed, “Master, are you extending his lifespan?”
Wynter neither confirmed nor denied it, but when she glanced back at Cody, he appeared considerably calmer. His eyes met Wynter’s, evidently regarding her as his sole confidante.
“L… I’ve forgotten where I need to return,” he confessed.
“Just take your time to remember. There’s no rush. When you arrived, someone must have seen you,” Wynter reassured Cody gently.
“Someone” referred to the spirits near the train station.
Cody nodded and held Wynter’s hand tightly. “Now that the letter’s been delivered, I need to return quickly. Everyone is waiting for me.”
Listening to their exchange, Albert grew increasingly convinced that Wynter’s abilities went far beyond a basic understanding of fortune–telling. She seemed more adept than any master his father had introduced him to.
“Mr. Moore, please help me prepare the luggage. We’ll take the old–fashioned train. I’ll need you to order the tickets as well,” Wynter instructed.
This was the only way to trace Cody’s path accurately.
“Don’t worry, Ms. Quinnell. I’ll take care of everything,” Phil assured her, though he was concerned. “Are you okay with the conditions on the old–fashioned train?”
While Phil and Fabian could endure the harsh conditions, he wasn’t sure if Wynter could manage.
“I’ve ridden it before,” Wynter replied while handing the letter to Phil. “There’s another piece of paper. It’s a family letter, signed by Richard Moore. The writing is reversed, so you’ll need to read it correctly.”
Phil’s eyes welled up as he took the letter.
Fabian turned to Wynter, his voice trembling with hope. “Wynter, are you saying that Richard might still be
alive?”
Phil’s eyes brightened at the possibility. However, Wynter shook her head and explained, “Only spirits
write in reverse.”
Wynter meant to say that the person who wrote the letter was no longer alive. This was further supported by the fact that a heroic spirit had delivered the letter.
Phil gripped the paper tightly. “Thank you, Ms. Quinnell. Even if we can’t find his body, at least we should find his spirit.”
For years, Richard had wandered as a lonely ghost. He was never honored as a martyr because his
remains were never found
With his age catching up, Phil’s greatest wish was to bring his brother’s spirit home before he passed.
“I’ll go pack the luggage!” Phil said emotionally.
Wynter stopped him. “Mr. Moore, I’ll take Wolf with me. You need to stay at the Quinnell residence. I’m only assured if you are by Grandpa’s side.
“Plus, Cody knocked on the memorial hall’s door when he arrived, so you’ll need to keep an eye on that.”
After a brief pause, Wynter continued, “Albert’s matter hasn’t been resolved yet. I don’t want Grandpa to leave Kingbourne now.”
