Please Stop Summoning Me!

Chapter 49.3

It was possible for them to still be alive in this world, maybe even living in Beland, but they must be strangers when they come into contact with them.

Forget it, there are more important things.

George forced himself not to think about it, and began to sort through the clues he had.

It didnt even have to be tomorrow morning, the Anti-Magic Bureau could soon find out who the mole really was.

An investigator who frequently communicated and interacted with the Quiet Word would definitely not have left no handle.

Moreover, the scope of the investigation was not large. Because the only people who knew about each battle plan were B-rank and above participating investigators.

It will be over soon.

But he also knew that if the mole was Yare Villard, he would have left Beland.

His own careful advice to Su Ling might not be so necessary.

The surroundings suddenly fell into eerily silence.

An absolute silence, even the sound of bugs and rain disappeared.

It was not normal.

Everything began to be discordant, as if something had changed.

George, who was sitting on the sofa, narrowed his eyes and felt a very special aura. It was so close it came to the door of his house.

Not only that breath, but the breath belonging to human beings gradually increased, and at least hundreds of people came around the villa.

The remnant of the Quiet Word

He still sat on the sofa, just turned off the TV calmly.

At this moment, his headphone rang.

Andes surprised voice sounded from another side: Boss George, we found out. It was Yaen, that guy is Yale Willard!

He forged a new life using methods that are unknown for the time being and also passed every annual inspection by the Anti-Magic Bureau.

Yaen is gone now, and our men have started searching for him in the city!

George nodded lightly and replied: You can tell everyone that, Yaen, no, that Yare Villard should be here with me.

A man dressed in white was standing right in front of George.

From his appearance, he seemed to be a friendly young man in his early twenties. He dressed in clean white and neat clothes; he had light blue hair with a kind of smile that would make people approachable.

George would occasionally see the young investigator in the Defense Department, but never had a deep conversation with him.

He said calmly: Yare, you have been in the anti-magic bureau for all these years, right? Its just that you never had much contact with me, supposedly because you dont want me to know who you really are.

He suddenly remembered something and said, So, the sudden feeling of wrongness I felt in the abandoned building wasnt from that priests corpse, but from you who came to my side to report.

How did you do that? As far as I know, no one can escape the induction and annual testing of the Order Pointer, and those who have a dissident heart will be pointed out.

Yare smiled and replied, Because of the gift of the Quiet Singer, the only gift left by Him a thousand years ago. Because of His power, I could remain undetected by any test relics.

I see. George nodded, the power of the extra-worldly god was indeed unreasonable.

He said stallingly, So, what are you doing in my house, to catch me?

Of course, Im not here to catch you but to kill you, George.

Yare had a very gentle smile on his face as if he did not possess any aggressive brother next door but said the most dangerous words.

I want to say in advance that your relics have no effect on me.

Yare took out a grim-faced target from his arms, and his blood-red eyes seemed to be alive, constantly looking around.

He continued: Distortion level relic, must hit the target, can attract weapons with flight trajectory.

Its not very versatile. Usually, it can only attract a bullet, but at some point, it is a natural enemy for certain people.

George lit a cigarette.

This time, his cigarette was finally lit.

If you had run away hours ago, you would have probably escaped, but now youve chosen to be completely exposed, mobilizing your last men to kill me, and the chances of your escape are much lower.

George continued, Why? Give me an answer, this is not at all a style you used to have.

Yare stood still for a long time, finally stopped smiling, his face darkened, and there was silent anger in his voice.

George, back then I asked you why you wanted to be a hard-working investigator.

You said one always has to do something, uneconomical but necessary.

A new smile appeared on Yares face and said mildly: I recently found out that I am the same person as you, the one in the cafe is fine, but if you dont get rid of this guy.

I will not be able to feel at ease.