Karl: There's more to it as well. Given the size of the bones, it is likely these bones belonged to a kid.
That would destroy whatever geomantic omen this place is meant to bring its owner. Legends say that
the curse will be more potent if the person buried here is related to the child.
Karl added that last sentence to warn Sebastian.
Whether they were real or not, these were what some people would believe.
Sebastian remained silent.
It was true he didn't believe in any of it, but his subordinate made a valid point about being wary of the
supposed intentions. It was something he had to deal with.
In other words, someone who wishes eternal damnation for Eddie buried the clay pot there. Who could
the culprit be? Also, if those bones likely belonged to a kid who is related to Eddie...
Even someone as incredibly intelligent as Sebastian fell into deep thought.
In the village in Yeringham, Ian felt much better when he woke up the next morning. Some of his energy
was replenished, and his appetite had returned.
Susan was up early as well.
She knew that Ian was a picky eater, so she had woken up early to go to a farmhouse in the village to
get some flour and egg. She had even picked some fresh vegetables from the field.
That was why Ian detected the alluring scent of delicious breakfast when he walked down the stairs that
day.
"Ian, you're up. I bet you’re hungry. Take a seat. I'll be done in a minute," said Susan from the kitchen
when she saw Ian.
However, Ian didn't leave. He had a white shirt on and was staring at the thing in front of him. He walked
to it and looked down at it in confusion.
What is this?
He reached out.
"Don't touch that, Ian. It's a water pump!" Susan shouted in surprise.
Unfortunately, she was too late. All she heard was a loud splash. The mechanism that was pumping
water from the spring began working as soon as Ian removed the cork.
The water splashed right onto his face.
Susan was stunned.
When she came back to her senses, she rushed out of the kitchen, grabbed a dry towel from the floor
above, and ran to Ian after that.
"Here, dry yourself up. Ah, this is all my fault. I forgot to remind you that this water pump works in a way
such that the water will shoot upward if you pull that cork."
Susan felt terrible about it.
She held the dry towel and quickly wiped the water off of
Ian's face because she was worried that he would catch a cold.
Fortunately, the water wasn't too strong. It only got Ian's face wet, so Ian was basically fine after Susan
dried him up.
Ian recomposed himself and said, "That is so stupid. There's a thing called pressure pump."
"Huh?"
Susan didn't understand a word he just said.
However, Ian refused to talk anymore. He grabbed the towel and walked up the stairs right away.
Moments later, Susan heard him shouting from the floor above. "Hey you, get me some new clothes. I
wanna change."
Susan was dumbfounded.
Hey you? How rude! Also, we're in a poor, secluded village. Where am I supposed to go to get him a new
outfit?
Despite those thoughts, Susan had no choice but to go to her coursemates and borrow some clothes.
Fortunately, she knew some guys, so she managed to borrow a brand new outfit from one of them.
After changing his clothes and reluctantly using the toothbrush that Susan got him, Ian was finally ready
to have some breakfast.
The pasta tastes pretty good.
Ian was so spoiled that he felt compelled to wipe the chair clean before he sat down and gracefully have
his breakfast.
"Ms. Jadeson, we have to go harvest some pears today, and you'll have to tag along because we have to
weigh and record everything."
"Okay."
Susan was quick to agree to help when a member of the Villagers' Committee assigned her a task.
That was how things were in a secluded village like that. The leaders they elected for the Villagers'
Committee were all somewhat uncultured, so university volunteers were destined to fall for their tricks.
The task of harvesting the pears, for an instant, somehow got assigned to the members of the Finance
Department, and as their accountant, Susan had to tag along as well.
She went to her office to pack some things, then returned to the kitchen to see that Ian had left in the few
moments she was gone. Nothing but his plate remained.
"Ian? Ian?"
Susan panicked a little and hurried out the door to look for him.
The second she left the house, she saw that young, dashing man standing on the field. His beautiful
brows were knitted together when he stared at the old woman who was waving endlessly at him.
"Hey, why are you still standing there? I asked you to help me carry this because I am too old to do it
myself."
Susan found the situation so funny that she almost laughed aloud.
The old woman was on her way to spread the fertilizers in the field.
She probably saw Ian through the open window and realized that he was having his breakfast, so she
asked for his help. It was understandable since fertilizing truly was a tiring task.
Unfortunately, Ian was a spoiled brat who grew up in a luxurious environment. There was no way he
could understand what the old woman was saying.
Susan came over and stood beside the dashing young man.
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