"I've already heard about you from Roy. Being able to assist him in completing the mission—indeed, you're a young talent."
In Vervik's eyes, a faint trace of appreciation toward Kisho appeared.
He glanced at Jitt, who was standing in the corner. Jitt met his gaze, then lowered his head.
Vervik continued, "My butler also seems to acknowledge your strength."
He returned his gaze to Kisho and said:
"Since that's the case, there's no need for any extra tests. However..."
As if he had thought of something, he raised his hand and pressed his brow, looking slightly troubled.
"The work I'm going to arrange for you—Roy has already told you about it, right?"
Kisho replied in a low voice, "Yes."
"As long as you can get my daughter to agree, you can stay on as a 'bodyguard'." As he spoke, Vervik's gaze passed through the floor-to-ceiling window and landed on the lush garden outside.
He smiled helplessly.
"But if you fail, go find Roy and have him arrange another job for you."
"Alright, have Jitt take you over."
After saying that, he returned to the sofa and sat down, treating everyone else in the room as if they didn't exist.
Jitt slowly bowed in salute, then shot a glare at Kisho, who was standing there dumbly without moving at all. His face was full of helplessness as he walked to Kisho's side, lowered his voice, and reminded him:
"Come out with me."
"Oh." Kisho also lowered his voice in response.
He followed Jitt out of the study, and under the scrutinizing gazes of the many bodyguards, entered another elevator at the end of the corridor.
"At this hour, the young miss is usually resting in the garden."
Watching the elevator doors close, Jitt explained to Kisho:
"Before taking you to meet the young miss, I'll give you two pieces of advice."
Kisho turned slightly to look back, shrugged, signaling that Jitt could speak freely.
"First, don't tell the young miss that you were sent by the master as a bodyguard. Because the young miss really hates being followed by bodyguards."
Kisho nodded. In fact, he also rather hated having a bunch of people trailing behind him—it made even breathing feel uncomfortable.
Ah, that was a tangent. As if he had the money to hire people to follow him around.
Jitt didn't notice Kisho's wandering thoughts and continued:
"Second, regarding the master's identity and the business the Bankro family is engaged in, you are not allowed to reveal a single word to the young miss."
Hearing this, a trace of confusion flashed through Kisho's eyes. Although it disappeared quickly, it was still caught by Jitt.
"Don't do unnecessary things."
Seeing this, Jitt's voice dropped.
His gaze fixed on Kisho like a venomous snake as he warned:
"There are some things the young miss doesn't need to know, nor does she need to bear the weight of them."
Kisho fell silent for a moment, then replied softly:
"Don't worry. I won't do anything unnecessary."
If the young miss knew nothing at all, that situation would actually be more advantageous for him—though it sounded a bit strange, a little girl who knew nothing at all was easier to fool.
Tsk, what a dangerous statement that would get him chased down and beaten.
Jitt stared at Kisho for a while. Seeing that the youth's expression was serious and not joking, he didn't continue pressing on that point and went on:
"And one last thing—don't let the young miss know anything about 'Nen' or 'Nen abilities'."
He fell silent for a moment, letting Kisho remember his words, then summarized:
"Those are the three points. I hope you'll keep them firmly in mind."
Kisho nodded.
"Mm."
As the conversation ended, the elevator also arrived at the lowest floor. The doors on both sides slowly opened, revealing the path leading to the back garden.
"Follow me." Jitt stepped out of the elevator first.
...Garden...
Kisho followed Jitt forward at a slow pace. Everywhere he looked were strange flowers and exotic plants.
Plants with golden blossoms as large as round tables; ornamental trees with purple bark, so tall they reached the height of buildings, with names he couldn't even begin to guess; soft, snow-white grass that felt like stepping on clouds when walked upon...
And occasionally, animals darting quickly through the foliage—looking like rabbits, yet sporting horns...
Kisho felt that the very concept of a "garden" in his mind had been redefined. This wasn't a garden anymore—it was a botanical garden.
So this was the life of the rich? Loved it.
Kisho was dazzled by the sights, yet Jitt didn't stop him. Instead, he accommodated Kisho's pace and walked slowly.
He was very satisfied with Kisho's reaction.
Once this youth became intoxicated by the taste of money and power, then afterward, any means could be used to make the youth "willingly" devote everything to the Bankro family, and to the young miss.
The two walked to the center of the garden. Jitt stopped, and Kisho halted behind him.
Not far away was a flowing stream, encircling a domed pavilion at the center, which was shrouded on all sides by snow-white curtains.
"The young miss isn't here?" Jitt looked toward the pavilion, frowned, then turned to Kisho and said, "Wait here for a moment."
After that, without explaining what he was going to do, Jitt simply turned and left.
Kisho stood where he was, waiting idly. After more than ten minutes, nothing still happened.
He grew a bit impatient and even started to suspect that this was some kind of intimidation jointly arranged by Jitt and that young miss.
He decided to stop waiting foolishly, stepped across the low relief-carved bridge, and headed toward the pavilion.
As he drew closer, Kisho saw that on the four white jade pillars of the domed pavilion, the relief carvings were unmistakably identical to Apollo, the sun god of Greek mythology.
Kisho examined the reliefs, his thoughts surging.
Earlier, on the palace buildings within Whale Manor, the twelve zodiac animals had been carved.
Now, here, he was seeing deities identical to those from Greek mythology.
Since cultures completely identical to those of his previous world existed here, then this world, and the world he had lived in before... what kind of connection truly existed between them?
Kisho let out a soft sigh in his heart. Even if there was a connection, with his current self, there was simply no way to investigate it.
Better to think about something more realistic first. Staying alive was what mattered.
He stepped forward, lifted the white curtain, and walked into the domed pavilion.
However, when he saw what was placed on the small table inside the pavilion, his entire body froze.
It was an instrument Kisho was deeply familiar with—yet one he had never even imagined he would see here.
Kisho's mind stirred slightly. The Nen book that had been sleeping within his body all this time appeared in his hands, like a dog suddenly awakened by the smell of delicious food.
Feeling the information within the book, Kisho spoke the name of the instrument before him:
"Fixed Anchor."
Ignoring the [The Fantasizing Musician]'s frenzied urge to pull the instrument into the book—he still wanted to live a couple more days.
Kisho walked to the side of the small table, stopped at a distance within reach, and stared intently at the instrument.
"Fixed Anchor. The main material is taken from A-grade plant Lacquerfire Paulownia. The strings are made from the tendons of the A-grade magical beast Silverwing Dragon and the B-grade magical beast Bloodwing Wyvern. The badge is crafted from white lotus jade inlaid with pure gold. Passed down since the Dragonline Dynasty, it has a history of approximately 832 years."
He felt something rooted in his bloodline and soul, something inherited in the same vein as his previous world.
"Dragonline Dynasty."
This was the second time Kisho had seen this name.
The first time, he had thought it was merely a coincidence. But upon seeing it again, he couldn't help but connect this dynasty to the ancient era of the country he had lived in during his past life.
After all, whether it was "Jade-Dipped" or "Fixed Anchor," these were gifts originating from ancestors and historical foundations—things that only the inheritors of that dynasty could feel and comprehend.
There was nothing more exhilarating than encountering something connected to one's own bloodline while being in another world.
Kisho stared at the guqin. Heaven knew how much effort it took for him to restrain himself and not reach out and touch it directly.
Although... just staring at it could never truly satisfy him.
"I have to find a way to get my hands on it..."
Kisho thought to himself.
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