Adrian Cole Return of the Lost Heir novel Chapter 121

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chapter 122

Chapter 122

The air around them felt strange.

Not loud anymore.

Not chaotic

Just… tense.

The guards no longer dared to speak loudly. Elowen with complicated expressions.

The young man lay on the floor, his breathing still uneven, his face pale, but his eyes were fixed on Elowen.

Not with anger.

Not with arrogance.

But with something, closer to shock and curiosity.

For a long moment, no one spoke.

Then he finally said, slowly, “You… you really knew.”

Elowen looked at him calmly. “I told you.”

He swallowed.

He had been healthy his whole life–or at least, he thought he was. Doctors had told him before that he had a weak body, that he should rest more, that stress was bad for him. But no one had ever said something so direct.

No one had ever looked at him and said: You are going to collapse.

And yet… it had happened. Right there. In front of everyone.

He took a slow breath, then reached into his jacket pocket with slightly trembling fingers.

He pulled out a card.

It was black, simple, and clean. Only a small silver emblem was engraved on one comer.

He looked at it for a second, then extended it toward Elowen.

“Take this,” he said. “If what you said turns out to be true… I will come and find you,”

Elowen looked at the card.

She took it.

The material felt smooth and strange in her fingers.

She turned it over, then over again, studying it like a rare artifact.

“What is this?” she asked honestly.

The young man was sturned.

*You don’t know what this is?*

Lysa leaned closer and also looked at the card.

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Her eyes widened.

“This… this looks like the thing Leon showed us before,” she said quickly in a low voice. “He said people in this world use it to contact each other.”

Elowen looked at her. “Contact?”

“Yes,” Lysa nodded. “From far away.”

Elowen looked back at the card again, then at the young man.

“So this… is a tool?”

The young man didn’t know whether to laugh or to be suspicious.

He stared at the two of them carefully.

“You two…” he said slowly. “Where exactly did you come from?”

Lysa immediately became nervous and said quickly, “We… we just haven’t used things like this much.”

That was the safest answer she could think of.

The young man didn’t push the question.

Instead, he said, “There’s a number on the card. You can call it.”

He paused, then added, “Try it.”

Elowen blinked.

“Call?”

He took out his phone and showed her.

“Type the number here. Then press this.”

Elowen took out the phone Leon had given them.

She stared at the screen seriously, like she was facing an enemy in battle.

Lysa moved closer, whispering instructions.

“Here… press this… then this…”

Elowen followed carefully.

She typed the number from the card, very slowly, very carefully.

Then she pressed the button.

For one second-

Nothing happened.

Then-

A ringing sound suddenly broke the silence.

Everyone froze.

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