Reborn ghost seeing lady is pampered by her ex husband-Chapter 400: Locating the academy.

A haze of confusion took over Maureen momentarily, she could not fathom what her niece was talking about. She wasn’t certain that Phoebe even knew what she was saying, ancient ways ha! even she a first-class guardian barely knew anything about that kind of magic.

Knowledge on ancient magic was limited, most of the spells were lost over time, the remaining grimoires about the magic that was used in the olden days were locked away in a vault that only those at the highest level at the academy could access.

So, how could she, a girl that could barely catch a baby demon know of ancient magic? It made no sense and yet she had managed to bumble her way through and locate the school. The mysteries of Phoebe Mayfair multiplied quickly, fascinating Maureen. She decided to indulge in the topic further and see what she could snatch out of Phoebe’s mouth.

"Ancient ways? how did you come to possess such a strong spell? Don’t tell me you stumbled on it accidentally, if you did, I need some of your luck so that I can stumble in the same direction." Came Maureen’s question which had drops of curiosity.

She tried to make it light by adding all the stumbling mumble jumble and laughing. Phoebe pulled her eyes away from her aunt, her body language indicating that it was not an answer that she was ready to give, at least not yet.

"From the internet." she lied, a slight high pitch in her voice. She did not regret the lie, after all the spells were not hers to give, they belonged to the Saxon spirit.

Suddenly she turned to face her aunt, this time she was the one that was curious. "Strong spell? Aunt does it mean that I found the school or was I close? I must have otherwise you would not be asking me all these questions. So, which is it?" Her brows danced dramatically.

Phoebe intended to sneak into the school somehow if she had truly located it. Not that she planned to share this with her aunt who would definitely disapprove if she knew.

Aunt Maureen’s eyes instinctively shifted to the rear-view mirror; she could feel an intense gaze burn looking at her. Her eyes met those of the taxi drivers concerned who looked like he was listening in on their conversation keenly.

She could not answer the question if someone else was eavesdropping, as for all the magic prison talk, who would ever believe it anyway? It would be just another wild supernatural rumor out there with all the others which people did not believe.

"We are here." The driver informed them, he stopped the taxi, and they jumped out. Maureen paid in cash, giving money to both the taxi driver and the passenger who was puzzled to be paid for no reason. The car drove off speedily and aunt Maureen guessed that they had freaked out the driver and the other passenger with their conversation.

"I saw what you did." Phoebe said with a naughty smile.

What?" Maureen pretended to have no clue.

"You stuck paper talismans on the money so that they could forget what they heard."

Maureen nodded, "Some information does not always need to be spread out."

Phoebe didn’t bother to tell her about the spirit blocking the sound.

"So did I find it?" Grabbing onto her aunt’s arm, Phoebe quizzed, she was not about to drop the subject.

The spirit appeared from the space. "From her expression I guess that you found its current location, the academy keeps shifting positions but it’s only a security measure, the last time I walked the human world, it was stationed at Creedmore.

It has portals like the painting which you found, so one can access it from different authorized places. Your aunt may not be in position to tell you where it is. This is one of those oath situations that you don’t like so ease up." The spirit silently communicated, only then did Phoebe drop the subject after squeaking victoriously of course.

Maureen was surprised when Phoebe stopped pushing the matter and they walked to Mr. Alton’s shop. He was not expecting to see Maureen so soon. When he saw Phoebe, he figured that the ladies had come to his store to purchase more herbs which was a surprise as Phoebe had purchase a large quantity recently.

He put on a smile and approached them, "Good evening, ladies, I did not expect to see any of you so soon but nevertheless, I am delighted to see you both." His eyes alighted a smile, they shifted from Phoebe to Maureen who had hers pinned on him. His smile quivered when he looked at her and he diverted his eyes to Phoebe. "What brings you by on this cold day?"

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It was not Phoebe that responded but her aunt, Maureen so he had to look at her again.

"Unfortunately, Boyd we are not here to buy anything, we are here to talk with you privately." The sternness of Maureen’s voice weighed enough to let him know that whatever it is that they wanted to talk about was a serious issue.

Boyd! The name rang in Phoebe’s mind, she did not realize that she did not even know the man’s first name, yet she had set him up on a date with her aunt. A small chuckle escaped her lips as her eyes returned to him.

Mr. Alton’s eyes moved around; the store was almost empty save for the few lingering souls that had completed their purchase. "Please follow me." He began to move towards his office.

Upon entering the office, Mr. Alton offered them two seats and requested that they get comfortable, he sat in the office chair behind a desk that was occupied by various herbs, and potted flowers. His office was the same, it was like a small indoor garden.

"Okay ladies, If this is not business related then what is this about? Please do not tell that it is about my date with Maureen, I may not have shown the best side of myself I am afraid and again, I apologize Maureen. Is there anything other than that?" He cocked his head as he questioned, there was nothing else linking them together other than that.

Phoebe cackled awkwardly. "Actually Mr. Alton that is why we are here...." She hesitated briefly because Mr. Alton raised his hand to gesture for silence.

"I think that we are way past you calling me Mr. Alton, please call me Al or just Boyd. And also, I do not mean to come off as rude, but Maureen and I can handle our own matters, she does not need a chaperone Phoebe." His words came out as politely as they could.

Shaking her head, Phoebe swiftly cleared the misunderstanding. "Uncle Boyd, I came here today in the capacity of a shaman." She drew in a breath, unsure about how to proceed.

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Her aunt beat her to it. "We are here about your wife." Maureen’s voice came carefully measured.