Chapter 436 My butchers knife wheres my butchers knife ? I was just holding it , how did it fly out of my hand like that ? The man scratched his head , bewildered Hed been slaughtering pigs for years , his grip on the knife always steady .
But today , for some reason , just as he was about to chop through the bone , the blade had flown out of his hand , whistling through the air , vanishing in an instant .
Is this it ? Orson asked curtly, irritated .
He held out his phone , and the butcher , still staring in shock , saw the knife embedded squarely in the center of the phones screen .
Π The butchers eyes went wide .
Seeing Orsons polished appearance , he immediately knew the phone wasnt cheap , and that his knife had just ruined it .
He was in serious trouble .
Y yeah , thats my knife … Did I break your phone ? How much is it ! Ill pay for it .
Il pay for it ! The butcher stammered , panic creeping into his voice He fumbled for his own phone , clearly nervous , but Orson waved it off .
After pulling the knife free from the shattered screen , Orson looked down at the now blacked out phone , then handed the knife back to the butcher .
No need .
Orson said flatly .
I was thinking of gening a new phone anyway .
Just keep your knife steady next time , or someones going to lose more than just their phone .
The butcher grabbed the knife back , visibly relieved .
His face contorted with gratitude , and he bowed repeatedly , his voice shaking .
Youre ….
youre truly a great man .
Im so sorry , thank you , thank you ! He kept muttering as he hurried away , as if afraid Orson might change his mind Orson watched him go , then turned to Evander , locking eyes .
I go light another candle for my ancestors , Orson said , his voice calmer now , but the weight of the near miss still hung in the air .
He made his way toward Odalys company building .
Once inside , he washed his hands and picked up a candle .
Lighting it , he stood still for a moment , bowing several times in reverence .
As he placed the candle in its holder , it stood firm , perfectly balanced .
Orsons throat tightened as he stared at the steady flame .
Thank you … to my ancestors … and thank you , Odalys , he murmured hoarsely , his voice filled with a mix of awe and gratitude .
Evander stood behind him , silently observing , offering no comment .
After a few moments , Orson didnt linger .
He turned on his heel , walking briskly out of the building , heading straight for his car .
Inside the company , Dorian finished arranging the paper money and then turned to Evander , asking quietly , Evander , do you think Orson is just lucky Luck ? Evanders tone was heavy .
No , its more than that .
If that butchers knife had hit him directly , it would have sliced through his wrist , maybe even his chest .
When the knife flew , it had a lot of force behind it .
And that butchers knife is sharper than your average blade .
Its designed to cut through thick bone , so once it landed , it wouldve dropped right into his chest Evander paused for a moment , clearly shaken by the close call .
Orsons lucky , yes , but theres something more at play here , Dorian nodded slowly , clearly impressed by how Evander saw the situation .
Seems like Odalys is always looking out for him , he remarked with a sigh , a bit of awr in lis voice .
After his close call with a cathishing scam , and seeing how Odalys had helped him personally , Dorian had become one of her most devoted supporters .
Now , every day he helped Evander manage things at the company , even folding paper money for the rituals.
She is , Evander muttered , a hint of sadness in his voice .
A kind soul .
But its a shame the Bennett family doesnt know how to appreciate her .
1/3 12:02 PM D 다 Chapter 436 Dorian fell silent , his anger toward the Bennett family palpable .
Even as an outsider , he could see how wrong they had treated Odalys .
It made him burn with indignation .
I hope this all ends soon .
Evander added , looking out the window with a quiet sigh .
Outside , the sun shone brightly , casting a warm glow across the landscape as if trying to chase away the lingering darkness .
In Crownridge , Odalys sat in the drivers seat of her car , her fingers wrapped tightly around her phone .
She sat there for a long moment before finally hanging up the call .
Her eyes were cold , her thoughts distant .
As she turned her head toward the sunlight streaming through the window , the light refracted in a perfect circle , casting a soft halo across her face .
Percival , she whispered , her lips barely moving .
She seemed lost in thought , as if waiting for something or perhaps sensing something was about to happen .
For the first time in a long while , uncertainty crept into her heart .
A strange uncase filled her chest , something she couldnt quite explain .
She exhaled slowly , almost in discomfort , as though a heavy weight was pressing on her .
Percivals hurried departure that morning still echoed in her mind , his words ringing in her ears .
Im going to the Simpson villa .
Wait for me to come back ? Her eyes closed briefly as she exhaled , trying to shake the strange feeling clinging to her .
And then , just as her breath slowed , she caught sight of something unexpected .
A familiar figure , head down , passing by her car , nearly brushing against it .
That old man Odalys murmured , her voice tinged with surprise .
She had given Percival explicit instructions to let Callum be careless and remove the guards watching over that elderly man .
As a result , the door to his hidden basement had been opened .
And last night , that old man had escaped .
Ever since the revolting old mans death .
Odalys sense of unease had only deepened .
His passing had felt like a signal , a harbinger that things were far from over .
The mysterious elderly tailor carried with him an aura of something dark , something foreboding .
Despite his age , he moved quickly , his steps brisk , purposeful .
Odalys remembered his forehead , darkened with the weight of misfortune .
Although he had pretended to mourn the death of his son , she had seen through his act Shed told Percival about this man before this grandfatherly figure who seemed to have no heirs , yet , somehow , his bloodline was not so easily severed He had been absent from Crownridge for years , after shutting down his century old tailor shop .
But upon the death of Percivals father , he had returned to his mountain village .
And as though tragedy was following him , his wife , daughter in law , and grandson had all met untimely , violent endi There was something strange about all of it .
A few days ago , in Film Capital , she had encountered a general who had died in battle centuries ago his entire family slain under a false accusation .
The feeling she had sensed in his presence had been eerily familiar .
It was the same ominous aura that hung over the elderly tailor .
So , who are you really ? Odalys said thought darkly , her voice cold as she muttered the question aloud .
As she spoke , the signet ring on her hand grew suddenly warm , almost painfully so .
She glanced down at it , her brows furrowing in confusion , With a quiet breath , she started the engine and followed the old mans rapid steps from a distance , keeping her distance as he moved quickly ahead .
He glanced over his shoulder cautiously , scanning for any signs of danger , before turning into a corner and disappearing from view .
The mystery deepened .