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Heir of the White Lotus (Web Novel) - Chapter 2191: Filial Piety
Chapter 2191: Filial Piety
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After yet another day of training, Adam left the Rabbit Hole around sunset and began walking home.
The streets were bathed in the warm glow of the setting sun. The evening crowd filled the streets. The aroma of freshly baked bread and roasted meat drifted in the air from nearby stalls.
Adam barely even noticed it. His entire body ached from training, and his mind was swirling with countless thoughts.
The conspiracy that he had been trying to decode before the Red Gala still bothered him. There were too many unanswered questions, too many loose ends.
The more he learned, the more complicated the whole affair seemed. Especially since the night of the massacre.
And then there was the item the Night Guild had been searching for. The item connected to Leto Morgan and Havel Norwood.
What exactly is it?
Was Nigel’s coup simply an act of revenge?
Or had he been after that item all along?
Are the two connected in ways I cannot yet understand?
Is the item even real in the first place?
Adam let out a tired sigh, rolling his shoulders and stretching lightly as he made his way home.
Too many questions. Not enough answers, he thought.
He continued walking, his thoughts drifting from one possibility to another. He thought of Genevieve and how she had changed since the deaths of Channing and his family. He thought of his sweet friend Michael. He thought of his little brother Valerian.
He thought of Luca, who was somewhere east, doing Emperor knows what. He thought of his dear sister and wondered if she was all right. He thought of Edward, his best friend from childhood. He thought of Berger and Blackie.
He thought of the people he left behind on Tron, and wondered how he would never see them again.
A gust of sadness blew through the recesses of his heart, and suddenly Adam felt the urge to laugh.
And so, he laughed.
Until a familiar voice called out to him.
"Constantine."
Adam stopped.
Turning his head, he spotted a middle-aged man sitting at one of the outdoor tables of a nearby teahouse. A cup of tea rested before him, and he appeared perfectly at ease amid the bustle of the evening crowd.
Adam was surprised to see him again.
After all, this was the man who was supposed to be his handler in the Twilight Brotherhood!
Adam hesitated before joining him. "Long time no see... I still don’t know your name."
The middle-aged man laughed. "Right. Right. I never did get the chance to properly introduce myself. The name’s Kenley."
Adam doubted that was his real name. Or if that was actually his true appearance.
"So, Adam." Kenley offered a friendly smile. "Tea?"
Adam’s lips curled into a smirk. "Well, that depends, Kenley. Are you a poisoner?"
Kenley did not take offense at those words. If anything, he laughed in amusement.
"A prime response for someone who survived the Red Gala!"
He paused before speaking with mild respect and approval. "You and that girl are the only Mana Seed and Mana Core Magi to survive. Did you know that? The rest of the survivors were of far greater strength."
Adam wasn’t surprised that Kenley would have access to such information.
No matter how low the Twilight Brotherhood had fallen in this world, at its core it was still a secret organization that excelled at spycraft.
"Just got lucky." Adam shrugged.
He called for a server and ordered some food and tea for himself. It appeared Kenley wanted to chat with him, and it wasn’t a coincidence that the man found him here.
"That was hardly any luck." Kenley smiled.
"We’ve seen the recordings. Saw how you plowed through those rats with your whip-blade. Some of the boys doubted that you were even a Magus, given your mastery of the sword is so... artistic."
Adam smiled. "How did you get the recording?"
"We have our ways." Kenley smiled mysteriously.
Adam resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "So, Master Kenley, why are you here?"
Kenley stared at the raven-haired youth for a moment. He was about to speak when the server approached with a plate of steaming pork dumplings, vegetable soup, and green tea.
After the server left, Kenley said, "So did you think about our proposal?"
"What proposal?" Adam feigned ignorance as he split the chopsticks and began eating the dumplings.
Kenley just smiled in response.
"Ah!" Adam nodded in realization. "You mean that proposal. I see. I see."
He tasted the soup. Then he took a sip of tea. At last, he turned to the man and said with a smile, "I’m sorry, but my answer is still the same. I do not wish to be tied down."
Adam raised his head and glanced at the ravens flying overhead. A reminiscent look flashed in his eyes.
"I have the heart of a wanderer," he murmured. "Like a bird. I want to drift with the clouds. And go wherever the winds take me."
Kenley was silent as he observed the youth’s expression. There was something very contradictory about Adam. Sometimes, he spoke like an old man. Other times, he was like a child. Sometimes he was so philosophical and wise. Other times, he was so crazy and wild.
But Kenley knew that deep down Adam was a good man. A kind man.
"We fulfilled your request," he said.
Adam lowered his head and cast him a questioning look.
"Aldo Wagner," Kenley said.
Adam’s eyes narrowed.
"We sent word to Caladorn," Kenley continued. "We were able to track down Aldo Wagner’s family. Although his wife and children are no longer alive, his descendants still live. And they seem to be doing quite well for themselves. Magi, most of them."
Adam adjusted in his seat. "Did you..."
"Yes." Kenley smiled faintly. "We informed them about Aldo Wagner. We told them that... Well, we told them he tried his best to return to them. That he died in the line of duty. Gave them the closure they needed."
Adam lowered his head and murmured. "I see. Thank you."
Kenley glanced at Adam and couldn’t help but ask, "After all that he did to you and your homeworld... why? Why go so far?"
Adam fell silent for a moment.
"Because I want his family to remember him as the good and honorable man he once was, not the vile and cruel lich he eventually became."
He leaned back in his chair and glanced at the sky.
"And also, Aldo Wagner was my teacher in many ways. He helped shape my worldview when I was young."
Adam turned back to Kenley and smiled.
"Isn’t it only right for a student to show filial piety to his teacher?"
