Lord of Secrets [Latest Chapters]

“Actually, Mrs. Smith, your prejudice is correct. After all, most treasure hunting businessmen are a group of lunatics who pursue profits.

Ubermo took a sip of tea and continued: “They were forced by life, but then they gradually became distorted and they could no longer look back. But I like the process of treasure hunting.”

“I can’t say that they are not pitiful, but life is like this. When you make a choice, you have to bear everything that this choice brings.”

Mrs. Smith was silent for a while and prayed: “I can only hope that Lezman will be fine!”

“Yes, madam!” Ubermore replied.

“I want to invite you to have dinner at our house today, and Smith will be very happy.” Mrs. Smith suddenly said to Ubermore.

Ubermo thought for a moment, then nodded and said, “My pleasure!”

…

Ubermore returned home and told Banky not to prepare his dinner today.

He returned to his room and cooled down “Afilo’s Mask” daily to prevent it from being affected.

It wasn’t until nearly 7 o’clock that Ubermo put on “Afilo’s Mask” and went to the home of Mr. and Mrs. Smith.

…

The dinner was very sumptuous, including foie gras, pan-fried keelfish, baked lobster, Emile wine from the Northern Continent…

“Amon-Ra, please continue telling me about the architecture of the Northern Continent. I feel inspired!” Smith looked at Ubermo and said with a little excitement.

Mrs. Smith quickly pulled Mr. Smith, and then said: “Amon-Ra came to our house for dinner, how can we keep discussing these things!”

Ubermo smiled and said, “It’s okay. Talking at the dinner table is an act to deepen mutual understanding and relationships!”

Then, he said to Mr. Smith: “The houses of the middle class and above in the Northern Continent tend to be spacious and bright, with stained glass windows, chandeliers, carpets, or other paintings and murals to reflect a kind of magnificence.”

“As for ordinary people, they don’t pay so much attention. The main thing is convenience. The kitchen and dining room are merged together…”

Mr. Smith listened and then said: “There are many designs for the dome.”

“Amon-Ra, I’m a little curious about where you know this from. If it’s inconvenient, you don’t need to tell me.”

Ubermore replied: “I used to have a teacher who went to the Northern Continent, and then I also traveled to Feins.”

Hearing this, Mr. and Mrs. Smith suddenly realized.

Although Faines has strict inspections, it does not prohibit people from the Yuri Kingdom from entering and exiting. This is also a kind of assimilation. Let the Yuri people who come to Feins feel the prosperity here, thus influencing them subtly.

However, they were also a little curious about Umbermo. After all, they could have a teacher who had rich experience and had traveled to the Northern Continent, and his family background would not be too bad.

However, they did not continue to ask too many questions.

At this time, Mrs. Smith said: “Amon-Ra, what exactly does your exchange do?”

Ubermo replied: “In the early stage, I wanted to collect information about various ruins from others. As you know, I am quite interested in this aspect, pursuing history and digging for treasures.”

After hearing this, Mr. Smith sighed and said: “This is very dangerous. Are you the same as Lezman? Young people like to pursue excitement and mystery?”

Ubermo smiled when he heard this, and then said: “This may be one aspect, but now I plan to hire other people to help me handle these things. The more important thing is to purchase some special items or help people identify some antiquities.”

“This is also an interesting process, and I still have some confidence in this aspect!”

Ubermore said this last one because he planned to use it to get through Smith and then contact some nobles to help them identify some historical items.

After all, there are too many fakes in the Southern Continent, and as a “historian” Ubermo has a unique advantage in this regard.

“Are you helping people identify antiquities…”

Mr. Smith whispered, and then said: “Amon-Ra, I have an antique here. I don’t know whether it is authentic or not. Can you show it to me?”

“Of course!” Ubermo replied readily, which was exactly what he expected.

At this time, Mrs. Smith spoke again: “Smith, eat dinner first, the dinner is almost cold!”

Mr. Smith also felt that now was not the time, and immediately said: “Let’s have dinner first!”

Ten minutes later, after dinner, Mr. Smith couldn’t wait to pick up the item.

Mrs. Smith apologized: “I made you laugh, Amon-Ra, that’s what he is like!”

Ubermore smiled and replied: “It’s good to have hobbies, just like Hammers, you won’t feel that life is boring.”

“Yes!” Mrs. Smith said with a smile.

After a while, Mr. Smith came out gently holding an oil painting.

Put it on the table and spread it out gently. Ubermo stepped forward and took a look:

“200 years ago, Kaphisiya’s paintings…”

The back of a beautiful woman seemed to appear in front of his eyes, with long black hair hanging down to her waist. She was sitting by the iron window, looking at the sky outside the window in a daze. Then she walked slowly on the ground with her bare feet, her long white dress trailing on the ground.

It’s a pity that Ubermo has never been able to see the other party’s front, only her back.

In the dark room, she picked up the paintbrush and began to dance randomly on the parchment paper with white paint.

Slowly, a blurry figure appeared on the parchment, blurry white, blurry red, blurry black, blurry blue.

Then she stopped, put the brush back to its original place, took the parchment, and placed it on the ground, half of it under the sunlight from the window, and half in the dark.

Instantly, the light and shadow made the painting on the parchment clear.

The whole painting is divided into two parts. Below the first half is a dark abyss like an eyeball, and above is a blue sky bathed in light. Below the second half is a dark abyss, like the earth, and above is fog.

A woman in a white dress with a face like a cloud of fog is in the middle of the painting. One of her hands is bent and stretched to the sky, and the other hand is supported on the dividing line between the abyss and the black earth.

Behind her is a pair of white wings stained with crimson, entangled by chains, twisted, as if filled with pain.

Her bare feet are chained.

One step forward is the abyss, one step back is darkness… Ubemo sighed inwardly.

At this time, Smith looked at Ubemo and said, “Amon-Ra, do you see anything?”

The painting now showed no magical features, just as Ubemo saw it at the beginning, it was all blurry.

Ubemo then said, “This is a peerless painting by a girl hundreds of years ago!”

Hearing Ubemo’s words, Smith was a little surprised and asked, “This painting does not have a clear pattern. Although the colors seem a little inconsistent, they are perfectly integrated together. It may have collection value, but it is not a peerless painting at all!”

Ubemo smiled, then picked up the kerosene lamp from the wall, and then said to Smith, “Mr. Smith, is there anything like a wooden board that can block the light?”

Although Smith was a little confused, he immediately took down a framed painting from the wall and handed it to Ubemo.

Ubemo arranged the position of the painting and asked Smith to take another painting, fix the position, and place it horizontally on this painting.

At this time, Ubemo told Mrs. Smith to turn off the other kerosene lamps, and then he moved the kerosene lamp to find the right position in his mind.

Suddenly, the Smiths saw a surprising scene, and then said in disbelief:

“Is this true!”

Ubemo sighed and said: “This is the despair of a girl!”

Smith looked at the painting, dazed for a while, and then said: “Every painting contains a story.”

“It’s so pitiful, I don’t know what she has experienced?” Mrs. Smith said with a little sympathy.

“Thank you, Amon Ra, for letting me know the value of this painting. Even if it is not an antique, it is worth collecting!” Smith said to Ubemo.

Ubemo replied with a sigh: “She should not be forgotten. She is in the dark and can only touch a touch of light. She yearns for light, but she will eventually fall into the abyss.”

Although Smith can understand it a little, he can’t have too many feelings after all because he didn’t see the scene with his own eyes.

…

When he returned home, it was already 9 o’clock in the evening. The reason why he accepted the invitation today was to further build a good relationship with them.

Smith was responsible for building these houses here, which was enough to show that he had a good relationship with some nobles.

Although he did contact the Smiths in order to get close to those nobles, he was never a person without feelings.

The Smiths were good to him, and he would treat them sincerely instead of blindly using them.

Although he might be hurt, he did not regret it.

After all, he was the emperor of Feroza, and they were from the Kingdom of Yuri. Maybe one day Feroza invaded Yuri…

Amon Ra would disappear by then… Lying on the bed, looking at the ceiling, Ubermo sighed and slowly closed his eyes.

…

On Saturday morning, the exchange was not going to open today. After breakfast, Ubermo planned to go to Demashi Manor to see how Lord was preparing.

When he arrived at Demashi Manor, the working farmers looked at Ubermo with some fear, and they also heard some news.

Every time they changed the new owner, they were nervous, because no one knew how the new owner would treat them, whether it would be more cruel exploitation, or something else.

They just slowed down their movements slightly, and then said to Ubemo:

“Master!”

Ubemo looked at them with a gentle expression and nodded. He did not promise them anything now.

He would deal with the trivial matters here after Lorde left completely.

At this time, Elioge rushed over and said:

“Master, Mr. Lorde has left!”