"Ethan, can you come with me for a moment?"
Basil Bertram gazed at me quietly, then turned to look at Rachel Lan.
"Miss Lan, could you come with me as well?"
"Hey, hey, this isn't the time for trivial errands! Don't you know how important things are right now? The Dark Banquet is about to start. At least during the Dark Banquet, we should form a unified front. The most important thing is to take down those Immortality Society bastards. You..."
Basil Bertram didn't answer, just shook his head.
"Right now, nothing is more important than my daughter."
The red-haired man’s face darkened, then he sneered.
"Suit yourself."
I looked at Basil Bertram’s expression, then glanced at the news page on my phone. The situation was far more serious than I’d imagined.
Leaving Redmane Entertainment Headquarters, we decided to take a cab straight there. Leah King’s apartment wasn’t far from here. Basil Bertram looked pale; as her biggest fan, he’d interviewed her before—just once. He’d told the media that Leah was only injured.
In just over ten minutes, we arrived. The upscale neighborhood was six or seven kilometers from Redmane Entertainment Headquarters, and Leah King was now cared for by her manager.
The neighborhood was beautiful, with excellent landscaping. Each building was a standalone, three-story villa with its own courtyard, built on high ground. I’d heard many wealthy people and celebrities lived here. We were stopped at the entrance, but with a thought, I made the security guards step aside. I used my ghostly powers to alter their perception, which was less taxing than controlling them physically.
The higher we climbed, the worse Basil Bertram looked. I stopped walking.
If you don’t want to go up, maybe I have a way to keep her out of the Dark Banquet.
Basil Bertram stared at me in shock. I wasn’t confident, but the only way was to seal Leah King’s soul with Deathbane Aura. It hadn’t been tested yet, but if I used Deathbane Ghost’s power, it should work. I’d seen him kick the Mimic more than once, and he could block the darkness.
Basil Bertram shook his head slightly and squatted at the edge of the flower bed, quietly gazing at a house with drawn curtains on both floors. His expression was deeply moved and heavy-hearted.
It’s too dangerous. Leah’s soul is too weak right now. If anything goes wrong, the consequences could be unimaginable.
I grunted in response. That was a problem. Deathbane Aura was routine for me, but for others, it might be poison.
You know, Ethan, this lifetime Leah finally got to live as an ordinary person. Life wasn’t easy, but she truly lived her own life and found her stage. Now the Dark Banquet has ruined everything.
I murmured, patting Basil Bertram’s shoulder. He hung his head in grief, clearly unwilling for his daughter to get involved in this world of supernatural chaos.