"Hello, Modret. There's no need to be in a haste, right?" she said with a beautiful smile.

Modret was shocked—not just by her silky smooth voice and manner of speaking, but by the fact that she actually knew his name.

"We've never met before, right?" Modret asked with a frown, his voice deep and low. It was a sharp contrast to the lady's warm tone.

"No, we haven't. It's part of my ability—I've seen things about you..."

"Things?" Modret stared at the blind girl intently.

She looked to be around the same age as him, yet she radiated the temperament of someone older.

"Seven... A world of five letters..."

With each word she uttered, Modret's eyes widened further, and his composure completely slipped.

If not for the mask on his face, everyone would've realized that Modret was truly filled with shock.

'Seven... That's the number of treasures I obtained from Noctis... And a world of five letters—Earth! How much does she know???'

A flicker of killing intent surfaced in Modret's eyes, and the urge to kill her was hard to suppress.

The smile on the lady's face stiffened slightly, but then she forced a laugh.

"You're here to ask for information on the Axarel family, right?"

Modret hesitated briefly but ultimately decided not to eliminate her—at least, not yet.

Nodding, he said, "Yes. I want to know where they currently are and their levels of strength, if possible."

"That will be a hundred thousand celestial stones."

"A hundred thousand?" Modret was speechless at her shamelessness.

He stared at the lady in disbelief, and after seeing no hint of a joke in her eyes, he finally coughed.

The urge to kill this lady was getting stronger...

"That's too much."

"You have that much," the lady said dismissively.

'Damn ability,' Modret cursed silently. She was right—he really did have that much after all the celestials he and Axel had killed. Still, how could he just hand over all those crystals to her?

"The information I'll give you is detailed, so you don't have to worry about falsehoods when executing your plan."

Modret clenched his fist tightly, resisting the impulse to attack.

"I'll also give you a bonus piece of information that will be helpful."

"Fine!" he finally said, unclenching his hand. The tension in the air eased as Modret agreed.

The lady gave him a bright smile, though Modret could feel the slyness behind it.

"There are more than ten members of the Axarel family in the city."

"The specific number," Modret emphasized.

The lady paused briefly, as though calculating something, before continuing.

"There are fifteen—five hidden, and ten spread across different parts of the city searching for you."

Modret wasn't surprised by her last statement.

"Since you know I'm their target, why didn't you sell me out? It's the Axarel family—you'd get more money from them."

"I did. At least, I tried to. But only a few people actually believe my words."

"What?" Modret was speechless.

"I'm just joking," she said with a faint smile. "There's no need to inform them. As for the reason... it's because I trust you."

"Trust me?" Modret couldn't understand the lady's vague way of thinking.

"Yes, I trust you—because in the future, you and I will get married."

"Huh?" Modret was once again dumbfounded.

Within a few hours, this lady had spouted so much bullshit that he had the urge to slap her to death.

"Won't telling me change the future?"

"That's not how the future works..." a confident smile played on her lips.

It was as though, through those pale white blindfolds, she could peer through the past, present, and future—knowing all things and all possibilities.

'What sort of terrifying ability is this?' Modret thought, terrified.

"Back to the questions you asked. All ten roaming around the city are at the Galaxy Realm. You can handle them. The same goes for those hidden—except for one woman."

"What realm is she at?" Modret decided to trust her words a little.

Perhaps it was her mysterious way of speaking—or something else—but he decided to see how this played out.

"Just know that she's stronger than you. There's no need to cross paths with her."

"Hmm?" Modret raised a brow.

"That should be all the information you asked for. If you want their specific locations, that'll be ten thousand celestial stones for each person."

Modret's lips twitched.

'This money grubber, this gold digger! No way in hell I'll marry someone that's only after my money!' he scoffed in disdain.

"There's no need. I'll find them myself."

"As expected of my husband."

"Stop calling me that," Modret snapped, glaring at her angrily.

"If you say so. As for the bonus information I mentioned..."

She paused briefly, her tone turning serious.

"The Illuminati are coming."

Modret's pupils contracted in shock.

"Cough... cough..." From within the inner room, a strained cough echoed into the main room.

The lady's flawless face paled instantly—for the first time, Modret saw fear on her face.

"I'll be collecting the celestial stones now..." she said quickly, stretching out her hand, panic flickering across her features.

Modret hesitated briefly, then handed her the celestial stones.

After doing so, he watched as she hastily rushed into the room, no longer caring about them.

'Is she trying to act like a money grubber because of that cough I heard? Maybe to treat a family member, she has no choice but to behave like that...?' many thoughts rushed through Modret's mind.

At the side, Axel settled the guide, then returned to Modret, who was lost in thought.

"Young master, are you alright?" he asked curiously.

"Yes, why?" Modret shrugged.

"This isn't how you normally behave. While with her, you lost your composure... I've never seen that side of you."

Thinking about it deeply, Modret realized it was true.

'Why did I behave so differently while I was around her? Was it because of what she said?'

He immediately shook his head, brushing off the thought.

No way that would be possible...

Although she was a beauty, Modret didn't see himself getting together with her in the future.

Letting out a slow breath, he shook his head.

"It's nothing. I'm probably just tired after all that's happened."

Axel stared for a moment, then accepted the excuse.

They both left the place. However, after exploring the black market for a few minutes, two men approached them.

One of them—a man wearing a dark brown tortoise mask—glanced up at Modret, then at a device in his hand.

"That's your target," he said, pointing at Modret and glancing at the man beside him.

Modret looked at the middle-aged man beside him, then cracked his knuckles.

'Time to at least deal with this feeling inside me through a fight.'

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