Chapter 629


    “I don’t know!” Santiago, a drunken mess, grinned. “I’ve never even met your


    wife, so how would I know where she is?!”


    Emmanuel was rendered speechless. Why did you call me over when you


    don’t know, then?! Aren’t you just wasting my time searching for my wife?! Do


    you not know how panickedm right now when I can’t find my wife?!


    “Haha, I always thought only Shane would prioritize pleasure over his master,


    but to think you’d be the same!” Santiago guffawed, and just when


    Emmanuel thought his master was reproaching him, the elder pped his


    thigh and eximed, “Wonderful! I knew I’d chosen the right disciples! You’re


    all just like me! You all see yourrades like brothers and women like your


    hearts! Hahaha… Hahaha…”


    Heughed maniacally.


    -All of Hero’s Vige knew that Santiago was obsessed with liquor and women,


    or he wouldn’t have sunken into despair for two decades over a woman.


    Word was that he used to be an extraordinary man with an imposing


    appearance, talented in both literary and martial arts. However, because of a


    woman, he descended to his current state, reeking of alcohol and looking


    disheveled at all times.


    Emmanuel sighed softly, feeling somewhat sorry for his master.


    However, Santiago took a sip of his drink and regained hisposure


    slightly. Then, he poked Emmanuel and said, “Shane took two sets of women’s


    clothes from me just now. He brought them to your ce, didn’t he?”


    Emmanuel nodded in affirmation, his gaze tense as he stared at Santiago,


    hoping for some useful clues.


    “I raised some butterflies. Look!” Santiago pointed to the peach blossom tree,


    where butterflies were fluttering even in early spring. It was a rare sight to


    see.


    Moreover, those butterflies were peculiar. They varied in size, and all of them.


    were species that Emmanuel had never seen before.


    “I just realized that I’m an intoxicated butterfly…” Santiago hummed a few


    lyrics, then grinned. “My butterflies were excited when you guys returned. As


    such, I could sense that three abnormal women had entered the vige


    without even leaving my house.”


    “Three?” Emmanuel’s eyes widened, and Sarah immediately came to his


    mind.


    He had already sensed something unusual about her. Logically speaking, she


    had no reason to be standing naked in a ce where he could see her from


    the back door. Also, there were the photos and videos taken at Eastern Star


    Mountain, which he believed were her doing. Emmanuel considered himself/


    observant, yet he had failed to notice how that woman managed it all.


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    “Yes. One smelled very nice, and my drunk butterflies loved her. That one’s


    probably your wife. Another one made my butterflies both love and fear. The


    Santiago’s words baffled Emmanuel. He wasn’t familiar with drunk butterflies,


    but he did know that Santiago had a fondness for raising butterflies. He just


    didn’t expect him to reach such a level.


    Can hemunicate with butterflies? That’s beside the point now. What’s


    important is that he can help me find my wife!


    Immediately after pondering, Emmanuel pounced excitedly onto Santiago,


    grabbed his arms, and asked nervously, “Since you know the one who smells


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    nice is my wife, you must know where she is, right, Master?!”


    Santiago chuckled in response and said, “Yes. She should still be safe for now.


    Head down the forest west of the vige. Find her quickly and let me have a


    good look at her! Haha…”


    Whoosh! Santiago was barely done speaking when Emmanuel rushed out of


    Peach Blossom House like a gust of wind.


    “This rascal… He’s just like me! He’s so much like me… prioritizing love over his


    master… Haha…”


    Santiago chuckled and graduallyposed himself. It had been ten years


    since hest saw Emmanuel, and the kid had made considerable progress in


    his skills. However,pared to his grandfather, Emmanuel still had a long


    way to go.


    “Mackenzie! Mackenzie, where are you?!” Emmanuel sprinted toward the


    western forest, cupping his hands around his mouth and shouting at the top


    of his lungs.


    The early spring night fell rapidly, and the sky was already darkening despite


    it being only 5.00PM.


    The forest was vast and empty, and Emmanuel’s shouts echoed relentlessly


    throughout his surroundings.