JUST TRASH

“You can scream from now till next year, but I won't buy your act.” The rude ghost shouted back, not caring about his confusion.

‘Does this mean that someone from the Winthrop family is conniving with them? Winthrop and Baltimore, why are these two families problematic? But someone from Winthrop wouldn't have my aura and exact genes? What in hell's name is going on? This isn't right.’

He picked up the soul trapping jar where he locked the ghost up and made a quick exit.

“You, where are you taking me?”

Alex looked at the Jar in his hands and hissed in anger.

“You're so noisy. Get lost.” He muttered and sent her into the storage ring where he stores relics and artifacts.

He returned to see Achlys already sitting cross legged, trying to regulate his internal energy flow.

“Do you know you were poisoned?” Alex asked abruptly, making him open his eyes.

“Yes, but unfortunately, I don't know how to cure it. All the methods I have found so far could only suppress it, making me get weaker
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