Chapter 262 32: Identification

When Abdul learned that the battle took place near where his mother lived, he had to admit that he was suddenly filled with a murderous intent that he had not felt for a long time.

Even when Gabriel killed his brother, he didn't have as strong murderous intent as he did at that moment.

"Don't worry, I'm fine now, right?" The mother saw Abdul's worry and comforted him.

Abdul forced a smile and said nothing.

It is now obvious that Heath was making a clear threat. Although he did not take action this time, there is no guarantee that he will not do so next time. His purpose is probably to confine himself around his mother and prevent her from moving so that he can attack Olivier.

Of course, he can break these so-called rules. As a transcendent, he has the qualifications and capital to do so, as long as he is willing to completely let go of his identity as a Gallic hero.
But if I give up, can I still help my husband? It may even have a very bad impact on him and completely ruin all my efforts over the years.

Therefore, in his heart he was more inclined to follow Olivier's instructions, even for the sake of that slogan which already had little hope.

"I'm sorry, Mom. I'm sorry that you and I have been under surveillance together these days."

"That's nothing. This kind of life is much better than a hard life. I can get whatever I want and cook for myself. Let me see what's in the refrigerator so you don't get hungry at night."

As she said that, she walked to the kitchen and rummaged through the refrigerator.

Abdul was silent for a moment, checked the message on his phone, said something, and walked out of the living room door. He could immediately see Cowboy standing against the wall at the end of the corridor, with his head down, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Thank you for your help. I will remember your kindness. What about the other two gentlemen?"

"I haven't finished the work at hand yet, so there's no need to thank you. I just want to ask you." The cowboy took out the wooden sculpture of a woman that he had taken from Heath and handed it to Abdul, "Take a look at it and see if you have any impression of it. The face of this wooden sculpture is quite restored. If you know her, you should be able to recognize her."

Abdul took it, examined it carefully, and compared them one by one in his mind, but found nothing.

"Maybe my memory is not very good, but I checked all the people I remember, and it is true that no one has seen this woman." He handed the wood carving back.

The cowboy was not too disappointed. He asked with the mentality of giving it a try anyway.

"Okay, I won't bother you anymore."

"Mr. Olivier, I'm leaving it to you."

“That’s our mission, too.”

After saying goodbye to Abdul and returning to the office provided to them by the Gaul officials, Cowboy greeted Mosaic who had just arrived.

"If the hound can't beat that guy, then there's probably no point in calling me in."

"I just want you to restore the appearance of this wood carving and then check the official database to see if there are any clues."

Mosaic looked at it carefully, slowly traced the outline of the wood carving, then pulled out a piece of paper and began to draw.

"The eyes are not right and the lips are a little thin. She is so beautiful. The temperament should be softer and the brown hair should be better. That's it." The cowboy took the painting. This was basically the appearance of the woman he saw when he resonated with her.

This person must be Heath's girlfriend or wife, and Heath's face has been compared with the data, but no useful information has been found. Heath should be disguised. Then this woman's appearance may be helpful in finding Heath's true identity.

"What do you think you can find out? Heath's weakness?" Mosaic didn't hold out much hope for this clue. Even if he found out Heath's real identity, it probably wouldn't be of much use. "It's always useful. It won't take much time anyway." The cowboy handed him the painting. "Please give it to Olivier and ask him to give the order to check it out. It will definitely be much faster than us."

Mosaic had no objection, so he took the painting and went back to find Olivier. Then he brought back the hound that had temporarily replaced him, found a sofa, lay down and started meditating.

"Don't bother me. I'm going back to the Heavenly Node to look for Master Bai Long to see if there is any secret technique to defeat the enemy."

Normally, the hound does not like to fight, but once it encounters an equally matched or difficult opponent, it will become very motivated, constantly reviewing the situation and trying to find ways to break the opponent's moves.

The cowboy looked at the information and ignored him.

Void.

Ever since the void was vaguely connected to reality, the void has completely changed from its original pitch-black appearance. Instead, it has become like a boundless sky, with white mist turning into clouds and souls turning into birds. The gathering places built by the divine sorcerers are like islands floating in the sky. Depending on the owner's preferences, they may be caves or palaces, with flowers and trees and streams flowing, like a fairyland.

Moreover, the sky here is very strange. As long as the owner of the island does not open it, other people will not be able to find the other party even if they wander around.

It can be commonly known as blacklisting and blocking.

After several years of development, the Paradise Node has now become an extremely conspicuous behemoth. There are a large number of small islands connected to it around it, which are either the residences of some divine warlocks or the sites for special experiments.

"A knife with purple lightning?"

In the training ground, Bai Long, who looked like a little boy, was lying on a throne, teaching sword skills to several Hound brothers and sisters.

"Yes, it's quite strange. The swallowing knife that Teacher Jian gave me almost swallowed the opponent's energy, but the power absorbed and counterattacked was unprecedentedly powerful."

The hound was pinching Bailong's shoulders and pounding his legs, looking like a fawning servant.

"Purple lightning..." In Bailong's long life, he seemed to have seen similar weapons, but his own world had been destroyed, so it shouldn't be that one. But it was hard to say, after all, he was still alive.

"Go, teach your fellow juniors first, so they can learn their lesson. This class of students is the worst I have ever taught!" Bai Long pointed at the confused beginners.

The hound twitched his lips, as if he had heard these words before, and even seemed to have experienced similar things.

As expected, I can't escape, and neither can you.

I’m sorry, fellow brothers and sisters.

After a chaotic fight, the Hound took care of all those guys who couldn't even use the wind control technique without any injury. It was a pity that beating people in the Heaven Node didn't feel real. I hope that in reality, they can seek "revenge" on me when they return to the Tower of Grace.

"As for Purple Lightning, its weakness is that it bursts out quickly and is difficult to sustain. If you can delay the attack, the longer the attack, the greater your chance of winning." Bai Long still gave advice based on the purple sword. "But I'm not sure if the sword he used is the one I thought. So it's mainly up to you to judge for yourself. Don't rely too much on mine."

"I see. Thank you, Mr. Bai Long!"

Waving his hand to drive away the hound, Bai Long continued to lie on the armchair, basking in the soft sunlight that shone down from who knows how high up, and continued to teach these apprentice divine grace warlocks the swordsmanship.

(End of this chapter)