Chapter 659
Soon after leaving from the south gate of the Lenoir residence, Emmanuel felt
movement from Claudette, who was in his arms.
“Claudette! Claudette, are you finally awake?”
The night sky was beautiful that night, and through the dappled light filtering
through the trees, Emmanuel saw Claudette’s eyelids fluttering.
The next moment, Claudette slowly opened her eyes and checked out the
surroundings.
She didn’t ask where they were but instead furrowed her brows slightly,
saying, “Emmanuel, have you… have you taken me away from the Lenoir
residence? W–We can’t take this route, though!”
“What…” Emmanuel was stumped. “Why?”
“Water… I want to drink some water first…”
Claudette’s throat was a little hoarse, and her lips were dry. It was evident
that the nurses who had been looking after her had been very negligent. In
another sense, they were also competent.
Being a thoughtful doctor, it had occurred to Emmanuel that Claudette might
want water as soon as she woke up and had prepared a bottle of water for
her in advance.
After taking a few sips, Claudette sounded much clearer. “You know… this
house is a military facility… don’t you?”
Emmanuel nodded in affirmation.
Although there was still a considerable gap compared to the fortress–style
mansions he had seen during his missions in the Northern Region, this
mansion in Yeringham was undoubtedly the most professional military
building.
“The main entrance of the Lenoir residence is in the north, bordering the main
road of Yeringham’s city center. The east and west gates have small paths
that lead directly to the military barracks in Yeringham. Only this southern
gate… it’s a dead end!”
“What?!” An ominous feeling immediately arose within Emmanuel.
“It’s true. If you continue a short distance ahead, you’ll see cliffs…” Claudette
continued.
Emmanuel no longer wanted to find out if there were cliffs ahead. He
immediately held Claudette in his arms and started to head back.
Meanwhile, his uneasiness grew. He was already well aware of how terrifying
these enemies were. They had calculated every step, leading him and
Claudette to this place.
Claudette, on the other hand, smiled happily despite looking pallid, nestling in
Emmanuel’s arms.
Oh, how she wished Emmanuel could keep holding her as they walked on this
path. Unfortunately, the feeling of happiness was always so fleeting.
Emmanuel stopped after only a few steps and slowly started backing up.
A young man pushed his glasses up and approached them with a few
people, step by step. They were mostly familiar faces to Emmanuel.
“Happy holidays, Emmanuel,” said Magnus with a smile.
If one didn’t know him, one would think he was a mild–mannered scholar
wishing his friend a happy holiday.
At that, Emmanuel smiled plainly. “It has indeed been a pretty good holiday
for me until you showed up, that is.”
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