Knock, knock.
After the knocking sounded, Kreti and Flora also reacted and looked towards the main door.
Is soone here?
Who is it?
The three people inside the mansion simultaneously furrowed their brows, suppressing their presence without speaking first.
In the silence, they gazed at the door, trying to sense the identity of the visitor through the door.
"..."
The person outside, not receiving a response from inside, knocked on the door again.
Knock, knock.
The knocking maintained the previous rhythm, with the visitor steadily knocking gently.
Knock, knock.
Neither hurried nor slow, neither light nor heavy.
Yet this seemingly ordinary occurrence slowly raised the suspicions of the three people inside.
Each knock seed to synchronize with their heartbeats, gradually making their hearts beat in rhythm with the knocking.
But as they focused on their heartbeats, the intangible influence vanished in an instant, as if the previous feeling was just an illusion.
The situation was indeed strange.
The group had just arrived, and this mansion was not originally ant for Herbert and them.
Currently, only a few in the Sun Church should know their specific address.
So, who would suddenly co to find them at this ti?
And with what intentions?
The visitor is likely a high-ranking mber of the Sun Church, perhaps one of those conservative factions, who, according to Herbert, hold hostility towards creatures like them.
If they were to clash openly from the start, it wouldn't be as troubleso.
The real problem is those who appear friendly but hide malice and stab you in the back.
Blatant malice is not frightening; the truly frightening are those lurking with ferocity behind a friendly exterior.
With Herbert not present, Flora took on the role of the brains of the group, quickly analyzing the current situation for the two present.
The reason they relied solely on speculation was actually quite simple — they couldn't sense any external presence.
The Sun Church spares no expense; the mansion provided for external allies is of very high standard, almost considered a top-notch residency in the Cultivation World.
Defensive arrays, breath-severing arrays, magic power concentration arrays... layer upon layer surrounding the mansion.
Sealing arrays inside completely isolate external and internal presence, limiting all perception beneath the Epic level.
The outside can't probe inside, and the inside can't sense the outside.
This layer upon layer of arrays ensures impartiality, catering to no one.
Among the three, only Valentina could faintly sense the disturbances in external presence, detecting soone at the door.
But Valentina's level of intelligence wasn't enough to precisely describe the person's specifics; she could only sowhat sense it.
There's a feeling of soone possibly from the Sun Church, and although there's no obvious malice, stepping outside seems risky.
Her words were very enigmatic, difficult to decipher — for her teammates.
If Valentina's actions were part of a ga, it would be like a Werewolf roleplay gone overboard, tricking even her teammates, a case of great wisdom appearing foolish.
But the bleak reality is — Miss Hungry Dragon's actual intelligence is probably just barely above simplemindedness.
"..."
Under the inquiring gazes of the other two, Valentina unusually nodded quietly and steadily.
Then, she finally... struggled to swallow the last gulp of yogurt caught in her throat.
Gulp!
Ha!
Burp!
Quite rare, Valentina was nearly full just from yogurt — mainly because she was too tired eating it, her tongue felt sour.
It felt like she just completed a whole set of oral exercises.
"Cough, cough, don't go."
Ignoring the deadly glares from the demon and the devil, Valentina lightly coughed indifferently and said softly, "My intuition tells there seems to be sothing odd about the presence outside."
The person outside felt quite dangerous to her, but upon closer feeling, it seed just ordinary.
Very strange!
"..." Miss Demon frowned and began to ponder.
Just intuition?
Though Valentina's reasoning sounded quite unreliable, Flora did not doubt it.
Every strong person has their unique habits, summarized through repeated life-and-death trials.
So people inherently possess fortune others cannot understand, while so are born with burdens of misfortune others cannot grasp.
People truly cannot understand each other!
Just as the fortunate cannot grasp the sorrows of the unlucky, the unlucky cannot comprehend the solitary nature of the fortunate.
Humans' joys and sorrows do not connect; they only find each other noisy, endlessly barking and crying miserably over there.
If Valentina is so certain the person outside is not quite right, there must be a reason.
So, is it ti to continue pretending nothing and wait? Or make them leave?
While Flora hesitated, a clear and calm voice ca from outside the door.
"Please open the door."
It was Bishop Evelyn's voice.
Her tone remained calm, but listen closely, and a hint of subtle helplessness could be detected.
"Rest assured, I am not here to cause you trouble, nor will I make you leave."
"I just want to have a chat with you, with her."
Oh, so it's her!
The unexpected identity of the visitor instantly alleviated the tense atmosphere inside the mansion, and Flora even shook her head helplessly.
Ah, really worried for nothing.
It's just Evelyn, after all; any of the three of them could handle her one-on-one, let alone now with all three present.
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