Chapter 437 Relying on the Gods

After the mouse ran up to the second floor, it got into one room after another, as if it was looking for something.

Finally, it got into a dimly lit bedroom and saw someone sitting up with the quilt thrown back on the bed.

It was a man in his thirties, with disheveled hair, stubble, and slightly dark eyes.

With a mole next to his right eye and a high bridge of nose, he would be a handsome gentleman if he had been groomed and trimmed.

It's a pity that with his current appearance, he is better than a tramp.

While the rat watched him, the man got out of bed, opened the window, and let out a long sigh.

He turned around, finally spotted the mouse, and screamed, "Mouse! There's a mouse!"

Suddenly, there was a rush of footsteps outside the room, and then the door burst open, and a burly Fusac man rushed in with a revolver: "What happened?"

"Rats, there are rats in the house! I said you can't fire all the servants, look, the house is full of rats!" The slovenly man blamed loudly.

As for the mouse, it jumped out of the window long before the door was knocked open.

The mouse quickly crawled down the pipe, then burrowed into the underground tunnel, and lost all breath in the last fall.

It's dead.

In the cafe on Hagen Street, Sifa drank the last drop of coffee, left a few banknotes, put on his hat again, opened the door and left.

"It turns out that secret puppets can also share vision and hearing. This ability is very practical. It can transform nearby animals into secret puppets and use them to spy on information."

Xifa raised his head, looked at the small building opposite with gray-blue eyes, and said with a smile: "Three Fusac policemen, and Morse are also inside."

"It's not difficult to deal with, it can be solved."

"In the near future, there will be a visit from His Excellency Sevic. That should not be a simple person. Who could it be?"

Sifa put his hand into his pocket. He walked across the hall and into an alley next to Room 12. Suddenly, he disappeared into the alley.

When he reappeared, Sifer was already standing in the kitchen full of unwashed dishes.

"Sleeping."

He said softly in Hermes, and immediately, a power of 'sleep' flowed in the villa, and it flowed away like a tide, making the small building feel like night had fallen.

The three Feysac policemen and Morse in the villa suddenly felt heavy eyelids, tiredness came over them quietly, and they fell asleep unconsciously.

Morse didn't know how long he had been asleep. He didn't wake up until he felt someone patting his face and a slightly hoarse voice sounded in his ear.

"Wake up, can you hear me?"

Morse struggled to open his eyes, his eyes gradually focused, and he saw a dimly lit room, which seemed to be a living room, but it was no longer the bedroom he was familiar with in the house at No. 12 Hagen Street.

The room seemed to have been unused for a long time, the floor was covered with thick dust, there was little furniture in the room, and there was no bedding on the empty bed.

As for myself.

Morse realized that he was sitting on a sofa that had been ripped out by rats. In front of the sofa, there was an old gentleman in his early fifties, with gray temples and gray-blue eyes, but in good spirits, looking at him with a smile.

Morse shuddered, not sleepy at all, jumped up, and popped a series of questions: "Where is this? Why am I here? Who are you? What are you doing?"

"I didn't intend to hurt you, otherwise, you wouldn't be able to wake up. Don't you think so, Mr. Morse Abraham." Xifa continued to speak in an old man's voice.

Morse's eyes widened, his eyes flickered, and he looked around, as if looking for an opportunity to escape.

"Don't do anything stupid, Mr. Morse, unless you want to be taken away by those Feysac police."

Hearing this, Moleston was discouraged and said: "Well, who are you and why do you know my identity. Even those Feysacs don't know that I am Abraham."

"That's because your father, Mr. Arthur Ryder, entrusted me to search for you on the sea. To be honest, it took me a lot of effort to finally find you."

Xifa said half-truthfully, "As for me, you can call me Mr. Morgan."

"Mr. Morgan, so you are my father's friend?"

Morse said warily, "But how can I trust you?"

"Clarence's Gate, did you take this item away? Aselide told me that if you need to choose between you and it, you should give priority to bringing back that item." Said unhurriedly.

Morse said with a wry smile: "This is indeed the style of my respected father."

Xifa continued: "In addition, as long as the 'Clarence's Gate' is nearby, it will continuously absorb all kinds of gems, any gems are fine, rubies, sapphires, emeralds, diamonds, pearls, lapis lazuli, etc. It's what the 'door' loves."

Morse spread his hands: "Well, I believe your words. This is a secret of our family. Unless your father mentions it to you, you will not know such details."

"It's a pleasure to gain your trust, so please tell me, Mr. Morse, where is the 'Clarence Gate'?" Xifa restrained his smile and asked the most critical question seriously.

Morse stared at Sifa, and sighed after a while: "Mr. Morgan, it's not on me."

"I know."

Xifa took out a lapis lazuli from his pocket, which was prepared to detect whether the 'Clarence Gate' was nearby.

But now, this lapis lazuli is completely normal.

"It was taken away by my friend." Morse looked at Sifa, his voice hoarse.

Xifa wiped his face and nodded slightly: "It seems that you need to tell me the whereabouts of your friend, and who is he?"

Morse suddenly stood up and said, "Mr. Morgan, please reply to my father and let him trust me once!"

"I took the 'Clarence Gate' for a reason. They said that this item could do them a favor. If they succeed this time, they will help us Abraham and help us get rid of the curse of blood!"

Xifa frowned slightly: "Get rid of the blood curse, is this the condition they proposed? Mr. Morse, I am not Abraham, but I have heard of your curse."

"I sincerely hope that one day you can really get rid of that curse. But I don't think your friends can solve this matter."

Because the "Yellow Light" Venitan said that regarding the curse of Abraham's bloodline, the solution lies in the future, in the hands of an "apprentice" who is helped by a hidden existence.

Moreover, this curse involves the level of gods and spirits, and it is definitely not so easy to get rid of, it can be lifted.

In other words, Morse was blinded and deceived!

Unexpectedly, after hearing what Xifa said, Morse said firmly: "No, they can solve it. Because there are gods behind them!"