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Casey was completely baffled. Had he... encountered a madman? "Sir, I'm of an advanced age. I can't withstand this sort of torment.

"I have many young and fit bodyguards downstairs, you see..." His face burned with embarrassment, his heart in turmoil. Even if tastes differed, they should not involve an old man like him. Nash's eyebrows furrowed. "Do I need to repeat myself?"

His cold gaze made Casey's breathing halt. In the end, he could only acquiesce as his life was more important. He walked over to the couch opposite Nash, turned around, and untied his belt to his bathrobe. As the robe fell, a black lotus mark on his back came into view.

Nash activated his Third Eye and examined the black lotus mark, noting countless complex lines interwoven throughout Casey's body that went as deep as to entangle with his soul.

"Sir, please proceed..." Casey supported himself on the couch, looking as if he was enduring humiliation.

"How much do you know about the Church of the Netherworld?" Nash asked.

Casey froze for a few seconds, then turned around and stared intently at Nash. "Who exactly are you?" "You only need to answer my question," Nash replied calmly.

"I... I don't know what you're talking about!" Casey scrambled to put on his bathrobe that lay on the floor.

Nash responded, "If I was able to find you, it's because I know your secrets!"

"I don't know what you're talking about. Just get out, get out now!" Casey, losing control of his emotions, even grabbed a fruit knife from the coffee table's fruit plate and held it to his neck. He shouted, "Get out... Get out!"

Nash stood up. "Calm down. I'll leave!" The black lotus mark was embedded deeply in Casey's soul and Nash was not confident he could remove it. Turning into a fleeting shadow, Nash left through the balcony.

Casey dropped the fruit knife and sat on the couch, gasping for breath.

Suddenly, a young voice echoed behind Casey. "Mr. Sazza."

Casey was startled and immediately reached for the fruit knife. Nash swiftly inserted a golden needle into Casey's spine. Fingers forming a seal, he struck Casey's crown with a rune.

At Villa No. 7 at the top of the hill in Gladwell, Nash had just landed when a white figure floated out.

Jaxon clasped his hands together

and greeted, The Light guides." He looked at the person Nash was carrying on his shoulder with

out in the middle of the night.net

puzzlement and asked, "Did you go

kidnap someone?"

Nash almost stumbled, shocked by the unexpected question coming from a respected priest.

"He's with the Church of the Netherworld. Let's study the black lotus mark on his body," Nash replied as he carried Casey into the living room, the smart lights automatically turning on.

He laid Casey face down on the couch, pulled down the collar of his robe, and exposed the black lotus mark on his back. "See if you can remove this black lotus mark," he urged.Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

The lotus was associated with the Path, so Nash decided to seek Jaxon's counsel on this matter. Golden swastika symbols appeared in Jaxon's pupils, suggesting a technique similar to Nash's Third Eye. Moments later, Jaxon brought his hands together in prayer and chanted scriptures that Nash could not understand.

A golden lotus then appeared above Jaxon's head, emanating a vast Mythic aura that compelled Nash to bow his head. He turned his head away.