manynovel Chapter 65 The Pursuer of Truth
Chapter 65 The Pursuer of Truth
Hearing Suren's words, Karl stared blankly at the two completely different worlds, as if something in his heart had been gently stirred. He opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.
He still couldn't understand what Suren meant.
Suren sighed as she looked at his somewhat bewildered expression. Years of indoctrination by the church had deeply ingrained Karl's mindset, or rather, he simply refused to believe that the church was wrong.
"Sherlock Holmes," Suren suddenly said, uttering a name Karl had never heard before.
Karl paused, frowning as he pondered, but he couldn't recall the origin of the name.
"This is a character I made up." Suren looked up at the sky, where stars dotted the sky. "He's a detective, clever and wise, who never blindly trusts superficial answers. He seeks the truth and loves order."
Suren withdrew her gaze and looked at Karl with a serious expression: "Just as you admire Mr. Anthony the most, so do I."
"I want to be like him, pursuing the truth all the way." Suren's voice wasn't loud, but it was full of determination. "I hope you are the same, moving towards the truth, and when you reach the truth, you will understand everything."
Karl was stunned. He had never seen Suren with such an expression before. She was no longer the gentle and reserved person she usually was; her eyes were filled with determination.
"The truth?" Karl repeated the word involuntarily.
Just then, an ordinary materials science book flashed through Karl's mind. It was a few days ago, given to him by his professor, who had said something similar then: "Light will illuminate the truth."
He opened his mouth, almost blurting it out, but he hesitated—perhaps he shouldn't involve Suren any further.
In the end, he said nothing, only nodded, and strode ahead of Suren.
Suren shook her head as she watched Karl's retreating figure, unsure whether he understood her meaning.
As night fell, in Carl's room, he took out the book the professor had given him from a worn-out wooden box.
The book cover is very ordinary, with some wear on the corners, and printed with simple font: "An Overview of the Fundamentals of Materials Science".
He held the book in his hands and, by the light of the gas lamp, flipped through it page by page, unwilling to miss a single word.
Half an hour passed, and Carl closed the book, frowning—it looked like an ordinary book no matter how you looked at it.
He leaned back in his chair, silently gazing at the book, when he suddenly remembered the professor's words.
"The light will illuminate the truth."
After thinking for a moment, he picked up the book and held it up to the gaslight, but nothing happened.
He sighed, scratched his head, and wondered if he was just overthinking things.
Time flew by, and it was already the morning of the second day.
Suren got up in the morning light. The "mirror in the mirror" was still causing trouble last night. Fortunately, today was the day she had arranged to meet Mrs. Howard. She hoped that Mr. Charles Russell could provide some valuable information.
If this transaction yields no results, then Suren will have no choice but to resort to the "Codex of the Truth-Speakers" to find the answer.
After washing up, he checked the items inside the "Mandala Ring" as usual, but the sight inside made Suren frown.
Ellie's Tears had been embedded into the special "Demon Heart," which had shrunk considerably, its size reduced by nearly half, and was shrinking at a visible rate.
Ellie's Tears was quietly lodged in the center of her heart, and the green gem in the middle was shining much brighter.
Worse still, that intense sense of resentment and obsession with saving others has become even more pronounced today.
Suren closed his eyes, took several deep breaths, and forced himself to think about other things to dispel the feeling. When he opened his eyes again, the strange emotion had been suppressed.
He shook his head, deciding to ignore "Ellie's Tears" for now. Promotion was the top priority, no matter what.
At 8:40, Su Lun pushed open the door of the Starry Club. Because it was early, there were not many people in the club, making it seem rather empty.
A waiter came forward and asked Suren if she would like some tea.
After ordering a coffee and telling the waiter not to add sugar, Suren casually found a seat and sat down.
He leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and let time slowly pass by, enjoying a rare moment of peace.
After an unknown amount of time, a familiar voice pulled Suren back to reality.
"Mr. Suren!"
Suren opened her eyes, turned her head, and saw Mrs. Howard standing in the doorway. She was dressed more formally than before, holding a red ivory feather fan in her hand, and had a smile on her face.
The maid who had been standing behind her stood behind her, while the two men stood beside Mrs. Howard.
The man standing in front was probably around fifty years old. He had neat short hair, some of which was gray, and wore a top hat. He had a full face, a round nose, a carefully trimmed beard, and sharp eyes.
He was generally well-maintained, but his weight gain was undeniable, with a slightly protruding belly. He wore a finely tailored black wool suit with an elegant bow tie.
Charles Russell, Suren confirmed his identity in her mind, after all, the shrewdness of a businessman was hard to hide.
The man following behind him was dressed like a lawyer, was rather thin, carried a notebook, wore ordinary glasses, and was holding a leather suitcase.
"Good morning, Mrs. Howard." Suren stood up and greeted her with a smile.
Mrs. Howard responded with a smile, then turned to introduce them: "This is Mr. Charles Russell, whom I mentioned to you before, and this is his assistant, Mr. Loft."
Suren simply nodded slightly: "Good morning, Mr. Russell."
Mr. Charles Russell did not show any displeasure at Suren's rude behavior, or perhaps he simply couldn't be bothered to argue with him.
After everyone was seated and the waiter had placed the tea and left, Charles calmly said, "I've heard you're quite interested in folk mysticism, especially ritual-related ones?"
Suren picked up her coffee and took a small sip; the bitter taste blossomed on her tongue.
"That's right, sir, provided it's relatively true, of course." Suren put down his coffee cup with a slight smile. "I have a low tolerance for fabricated information."
These words sounded rather impolite, but Charles seemed not to hear them at all; he tapped the table with his right hand.
Loft, who was behind him, placed the suitcase on the table, then opened it, revealing two books inside.
His gaze fell on two books, or rather, notebooks. They looked like the result of rebinding scattered manuscripts, and the covers had no titles.
Suren then picked up one of the books, but didn't flip through it; he just held it in his hand. After a few seconds, he frowned, picked up another book, and repeated the same action. Then, somewhat disappointed, he put them back.
"Perhaps you don't understand what I mean." His gaze swept over Charles, revealing a strange smile. "I have a low tolerance for falsehoods."
Mrs. Howard's smile froze slightly, and the feather fan in her hand stopped in mid-air.
Charles Russell remained calm, though he narrowed his shrewd eyes and looked at Suren with interest.