Chapter 393 - 337: It’s Raining Inheritances

Chapter 393: Chapter 337: It’s Raining Inheritances

Seeing a guest had arrived, Evelor quickly dropped the Hammerhead Shark Puppet, straightened her clothes, and ran over to say hello. But before Lloyd could make an introduction, Little Olga spoke up.

"Hello, Miss Evelor. You’re every bit as beautiful as they say."

Clearly, the fact that he could find Lloyd’s home and show up unannounced meant he had done his homework and come prepared. It wasn’t surprising that he knew Evelor’s name; as a member of a fallen noble family, he was bound to have some information channels.

But despite opening with a compliment, a flash of surprise still crossed his face. He probably hadn’t expected Lloyd to be so tall, while his older sister was so short.

The three of them sat down in the living room. Evelor hurriedly brought out tea and snacks, then sat obediently to one side, quietly listening to her younger brother and the guest converse.

As for Lloyd and Little Olga’s conversation, it was naturally smooth and pleasant.

Lloyd had already planned to accept the invitation from Old Olga to help him secure a victory, but he had forgotten to send a reply. Thus, the main purpose of Little Olga’s visit was quickly achieved, which made for easy conversation.

However, Little Olga wasn’t in a hurry to leave. His visit had another purpose: to get better acquainted with an outstanding young man like Lloyd.

So, he drew upon the social skills befitting a fallen noble, chatting about art and leisure. The conversation with Lloyd and his sister was very pleasant, and they all made an excellent first impression on each other, feeling that the other was someone worth befriending—

Lloyd’s evaluation of Little Olga was quite high. He felt the man was a skilled conversationalist who knew what to say and had a good sense of propriety. He showed none of the bad habits of a typical rich heir and seemed much easier to get along with than his father, Old Olga.

Likewise, Little Olga’s impression of Lloyd was also remarkably positive, even pleasantly surprising. He saw none of the arrogance typical of a young genius in Lloyd. Instead, his words were concise yet witty and humorous, and his perspective on things aligned with his own. They found it incredibly easy to talk to each other.

So, after a round of lighthearted conversation about local customs and culture, Little Olga subtly moved to the next stage. Wanting to see the sides of Lloyd that hadn’t been revealed in their casual chat, he shifted the topic.

"By the way, have you recently heard of a peculiar abnormal event called ’The Inheritance from an Uncle’?"

"Huh???"

"Look at this."

As Little Olga spoke, he took a letter from his coat and handed it to Lloyd.

It turned out to be the exact same letter Evelor had just shown him—the one from his Uncle Yule.

The text, the handwriting, and even the texture of the stationery were identical, without a single character’s difference.

Lloyd’s first thought was that Little Olga had somehow used a covert method to ’steal’ his family’s letter. But then he heard the other man ask a question.

"What is your uncle’s name?"

"Yule. My father’s cousin."

"Mm. My uncle’s name is Valence. He went missing during a major expedition when I was young. The letter says he suddenly struck it rich but has no family around, so it tells me to hurry and claim my inheritance... The story you saw was probably quite similar, right?"

"Exactly the same... So you’re saying I don’t actually have an Uncle Yule who became a millionaire, but instead I’ve been dragged into an abnormal event?"

Lloyd’s thoughts cleared in an instant, and he quickly turned to look at his sister.

During their earlier small talk, his sister hadn’t said much. Even when Little Olga had tried to change the subject to include her, she had only given a few half-hearted replies, seeming distracted. It seemed she was still thinking about the inheritance.

Now, she had taken out the letter from Uncle Yule again and was reading it word for word, her face and eyes filled with anticipation, completely oblivious to what her brother and the guest were discussing.

Lloyd compared the letter in his hand with the one in his sister’s. They were truly identical, without a single character of difference.

’So, she’s already been caught up in the abnormal event? No wonder she was so fixated on it, so happy she was even planning how to spend the inheritance and trying to persuade me to go with her...’

’And I just thought she was acting a little strange. I never suspected it was something like this!’

At this thought, Lloyd felt a surge of panic. He quickly reached out to snatch the letter from his sister’s hands but was stopped by Little Olga.

"Don’t be so rough, and don’t worry too much. Just seeing the letter only serves to attract you; there’s no real danger yet. Calm down first. Let’s analyze this properly."

Lloyd nodded, then described the whole sequence of events to Little Olga. Finally, he tried to summarize.

"So, in this abnormal event, the victims all receive a letter from an ’uncle.’ It has the same content and phrasing, just with a different signature? And the contents described in the letter are very easy to believe?"

"Yes. And weren’t you starting to believe it yourself, and even planning to pay him a visit?" Little Olga asked in return.

Lloyd didn’t try to deny it just to save face. He admitted it frankly with a nod and explained truthfully.

"But I was less affected. I was skeptical from the start and didn’t pay it much mind. It was only because my sister was so enthusiastic that I couldn’t bring myself to refuse her, so I agreed. If it weren’t for your visit, we’d probably be planning our trip by now."

"Mm, that’s similar to my situation... To be honest, I was even more convinced than you were. My Uncle Valence was very good to me when I was a child, so I’ve always missed him dearly. I was so close to booking airship tickets right then and there."

Lloyd didn’t look down on him for this. Instead, he nodded and said:

"A reunion with a long-lost relative, plus a massive inheritance... It’s a temptation that would be difficult for anyone to resist. The person who sent this letter really knows how to play with people’s hearts, don’t they?"

As he spoke, he rubbed the stationery between his fingers and carefully examined it again with his inspiration, then continued.

"But I don’t sense anything abnormal from this letter."

"Try tearing it."

Lloyd quickly gave it a try, tearing a small rip in the letter. But in the blink of an eye, the tear magically ’healed’ itself.

’The letter is definitely problematic, but why couldn’t my inspiration detect anything?’

Little Olga continued to explain.

"According to the information I’ve gathered so far, this letter is a component of the abnormal event itself. You can think of it as a fixed step in the event, or a fixed prop, which is why it cannot be directly destroyed...

On some level, you could consider it a [Story] from the school of [Manifestation].

But the good news is that we are currently only in the initial stage of the event, so we won’t encounter any substantial danger. The method to avoid and escape the event is also simple: as long as you let the designated time pass without going, it will be automatically voided.

That’s why, although this letter has been secretly circulating for a while and many people have encountered this tempting inheritance from an uncle, there are not many actual victims or missing persons.

Resisting this temptation isn’t difficult either. It doesn’t actually have an overwhelmingly strong pull. For example, people like us who can sense something is off, or those who are naturally suspicious or have been victims of similar scams, won’t be affected at all.

Similarly, those who didn’t have a good relationship with their ’uncle’ would, of course, just ignore it.

And then there are those who accidentally missed their trip or simply couldn’t find the time—they escaped the danger without even realizing it."

After this explanation, Little Olga showed an apologetic smile and said with great sincerity:

"Of course, even if this is just a minor ’danger,’ I still hope you can forgive my earlier presumption. After all, by handing you the letter, I have, in a way, implicated you."

Evidently, he had also intended to use this small matter to test Lloyd’s ability to resist the temptation of personal gain.

After all, Lloyd was involved in his father’s eighth [Transcendence] ritual. If he had no resistance to the lure of profit, it would be a major disappointment...

But fortunately, Lloyd was not one to disappoint.

From Little Olga’s apology, Lloyd was able to guess his intentions. He wasn’t particularly bothered by it and indicated that he understood.

This also showed that Little Olga genuinely cared for his father, Old Olga, and wasn’t some kind of "model son" in name only. This allowed Lloyd to trust him a bit more, especially since their interests were so closely intertwined.

So, Lloyd continued to ask:

"Then what about my sister? She seems far too taken with this."

"You could try persuading her first. Be patient. It would be best to explain the entire situation to her so she understands the danger."

Little Olga suggested.

With that, Lloyd reached out and gently shook Evelor’s arm.

"Hm? What is it, Yi?"

Evelor snapped back to reality, turning to look at Lloyd and temporarily setting the letter aside.

’It seems the letter’s effect is just as Little Olga described—not particularly strong. Not enough to make Evelor ignore her own brother.’

"Sis, there’s something wrong with this letter. It’s an abnormal event."

As he spoke, Lloyd showed Little Olga’s letter to Evelor.

He didn’t need to say anything more. As the editor-in-chief of a folklore magazine, Evelor understood in an instant.

"Huh??? I can’t believe I ran into something like this! How did I not notice at all?"

Evelor suddenly looked terrified in hindsight, repeatedly patting her flat chest as she continued.

"Oof... that scared me to death! I almost really went. Thank goodness you warned me in time, Yi."

The moment she realized what the problem was, she sobered up in a flash. ’Going by her reaction, it seems this abnormal event isn’t a particularly malicious or dangerous type,’ Lloyd mused.