Chapter 1907
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After resting for two hours, Vivian walked out of her room and saw Alger sitting in the yard, staring at the negative item she had already dealt with.
He absentmindedly stroked his beard, his expression clouded with unspoken questions. Manfred was nowhere in sight.
Just as she began walking toward Alger, a nearby door creaked open. Manfred emerged, striding toward her with evident concern. "Are you feeling better?"
His eyes searched her face, softening with relief when he saw her complexion had regained some color.
"I'm fine now," Vivian replied.
Hearing their voices, Alger shifted his attention toward them. "Ah, you're awake? The negative item feels entirely neutral now-no trace of negative energy. Was that your doing?"
His eyes gleamed with shock, curiosity, and an almost desperate hunger for understanding.
Vivian nodded as she approached him. "Yes, I handled the negative energy on it."
Though Alger had suspected as much, hearing it confirmed left him momentarily speechless. Her youth no longer mattered; what she knew was beyond his grasp. "Could you tell me how you dealt with the negative energy? If you do, I'll agree to any condition you set."
Alger had journeyed extensively, not only to aid others but also to
uncover methods for dealing with
negative items. Despite his years
travel he'd met few who even recognized their danger, let alone knew how to neutralize them. His understanding had come through fragments of chance discoveries.
Vivian shook her head gently. "The ability to manage negative items isn't something to be traded. Since fate has brought us together, it. means you have the potential. learn. Asking for something in return would go against the natural order. I'll teach you how to handle these items."
She wasn't from this world and couldn't shoulder the responsibility of continuously cleansing negative items. Even this single effort had drained her, and despite the fest, she still felt a lingering weakness.
Alger hadn't expected such profound wisdom from someone so young. The truths he'd spent a lifetime piecing together were spoken with effortless clarity by this young woman. It was humbling.
He paused, then nodded deeply. "Thank you, young lady."
Manfred stood silently, his gaze darkening as a heavy discomfort settled in his chest. What should have been his time with Vivian now belonged to an old man whose presence felt like an intrusion.
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The next day, at Nash Residence, Bonnie awoke after a night of uninterrupted sleep—the first in two years without nightmares. She felt refreshed, her body light, and her mind clear.
The unfamiliar sense of comfort left her momentarily disoriented.
The maids around her were equally stunned by the change.