Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1277: Chapter 1275: Loss of Image (19)

The local church has been incredibly cooperative!

A visit to the Celestial Sphere Sect is definitely in order, and academic exchange is a good excuse.

Faced with Orintel’s cordial invitation, Fu Qian felt quite gratified.

Though not entirely relieved yet.

“Dr. Quack didn’t seem to tell the whole truth, did he? Your original words were that the ‘voice’ sensed danger, so it whispered in Jane’s ear and told her to close her eyes.”

That was indeed the most comforting.

Seeing the favorable situation, with the congenial exchange among peers, Natalie coldly voiced her doubts.

At first glance, it seemed like she was siding with Orintel, who was still shocked by Fu Qian’s calm demeanor, which slightly undermined his momentum.

Since she came to back Orintel, it’s reasonable that she doesn’t have a good impression of Fu Qian, though just barely reasonable.

However, for someone as skilled in dealing with people as Mr. Winslow, the reasonableness was clearly insufficient.

Originally about to speak, Mr. Winslow closed his mouth completely, observing his family tutor with a mild demeanor.

If he still couldn’t realize that her intentions weren’t pure, he would be exceedingly dull.

If Natalie was truly concerned about her student’s safety, why would she propose such suspicious information in this context… just to mock the doctor?

It’s hard to imagine what kind of serious grudge could exist between them that led to this extent, considering Natalie didn’t even recognize the other party. Wait a minute—

Suddenly realizing something, Mr. Winslow glanced at Fu Qian inconspicuously.

Natalie seemed to be called over by him intentionally, and at the first meeting, he unabashedly called her name.

Was he hinting at this all along?

Did he know Natalie’s intentions weren’t pure, and intentionally acted this way?

Once this notion took root, it lingered in Mr. Winslow’s mind, shaking his perception.

This… can’t be described as just a miraculous healer, can it?

Not only did he subtly imply the truth about his daughter through the charlatan-like behavior but also addressed the hidden trouble within his family?

Always confident in his judgment, Mr. Winslow found this excessively outrageous deduction somewhat hard to believe.

“What voice?”

Unfortunately, there was not much time for him to marvel, as Natalie’s words were evidently novel to Orintel as well.

Combining the surrounding reactions, the initially gentle posture of the sect’s representative finally became more restrained, directly looking at the concerned party and asking.

…

After a series of rapid changes within just a few minutes, Jane appeared slightly unsettled, instinctively looking toward her father first.

Only to see her father’s calm demeanor, nodding slightly.

“…A voice that was hard to perceive, always appearing suddenly, telling me what to do, and even unconsciously following it without realizing.”

Vanquishing hesitation, Jane candidly disclosed her experience.

“The only thing I was aware of before was that it occasionally made me want to ‘pause a while’.”

“And just now, with the doctor’s help, after careful recollection, I finally remembered that while looking at that painting, there was such a voice.”

“It told me that my vision went dark and to close my eyes and not look.”

Within just a few simple statements, the influence of her family education was apparent.

Appearing straightforward and uncalculating, Jane, though truthfully confessing under her father’s guidance, subtly withheld a bit of information unnoticed.

That was the two brief moments of solitude she experienced under the command of that voice.

This realization was also thanks to the “doctor’s” hints.

Although the significance remained unclear, the doctor’s attitude seemed to indicate it might not bode well for her.

Most importantly, the family tutor, Natalie, was unaware of this.

Even if she was slow to react, someone who interacted with him the most daily, how could she not recognize the peculiarity at this point?

Thus, she left no opportunities for reproach, proactively admitting to the “pause a while” phrase known by the other party, artfully glossing over it with her words.

“A voice reminded you not to look at that painting…”

As expected, Orintel didn’t focus on the initial ‘pause a while’ remark; instead, he pondered the content of the painting without attributing everything marvelous to Star Law like before.

Natalie, who had slightly achieved what she wanted, bringing tension back into the scene, seemed not to find anything wrong in Jane’s narrative, merely standing placidly aside.

Clearly, she no longer hoped that at this point, the Winslow family wouldn’t sense anything awry, so she didn’t exert much effort on facial management.

“I currently cannot determine whether this situation is related to exposure to the dense fog.”

Proven correct by the facts, Natalie’s choice was right, as Orintel’s next statement caused the Winslow family to cast a more thoughtful look at her.

“At least in the cases I’ve encountered so far, none have exhibited this kind of voice, and it even seems benevolent.”

Orintel shook his head incredulously, observing the Winslow family’s once again somewhat disheartened faces.

“I understand why you concealed this matter, but you should also understand that now it’s no longer important, as long as you can prove what I just said.”

The next moment, looking at Jane, he coldly instructed.

“Proceed as I say next, I’m sure we all hope my judgment is correct.”

His meaning was outspoken; the Winslow couple’s protective love for their daughter, which could result in potentially dangerous actions, was understandable, but whether the sect will pursue it completely depends on the nature of the changes in Jane.

If she is truly a talent bestowed by the Stars, then those matters wouldn’t count for much.

But if indeed related to the mist, being a specific contamination, the penalty the Winslow family must endure won’t be waived.

“Alright.”

Understanding this point, Jane, clearly aware of her significant responsibility, though nervous, didn’t retreat.

“Everyone accepts enlightenment differently; I’m not sure if my experience will be effective for you, but anyway, a primary premise is that you need to let the starlight reflect within your will.”

Orintel nodded satisfactorily.

“I believe for an art enthusiast, this isn’t a too difficult task.”

“Then, with the starlight, observe the pattern inside your legs and superimpose them accordingly in what feels like the most reasonable way in your intuition—”

Orintel’s words were not even finished.

Because Jane, who was bowing her head following his instructions, suddenly found her body floating upward, eventually “landing” on the ceiling.

As if, to her, the direction of gravity had reversed.