The Pathway Of Wisdom-Chapter 65: Antonio’s Little Adventure. Part-2.

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Chapter 65: Antonio’s Little Adventure. Part-2.

*Rustle* *Rustle*

As Antonio walked forward, his feet brushed past the weeds growing in the area, causing a rustling sound.

Although the sound was being created by his own movements, Antonio felt that the sound was oddly echoing in the area too much for some reason.

Usually, he wouldn’t feel that his own footsteps and his own clothes rubbing with his body made this much sound, but today it felt oddly loud to him.

Every step forward seemed to make him feel more and more nervous.

*oooohhhh~~ ooooohhhhh~~~ oooohhhhh~~~*

Suddenly a random pigeon sound started to rang out in the area.

It was not loud but not too quiet either; it almost seemed as if the pigeon was sitting right on his shoulder and screaming at him from a very close range.

Antonio could hear that sound very clearly.

But to his shock, there was no pigeon around him.

Not to mention a pigeon, there was not a single insect in the area.

Despite having tall grass and weeds all over the place, Antonio didn’t even notice a single ant since coming inside the abandoned mill.

It was almost as if no living creature wanted to stay anywhere close to that place.

"D-don’t scare me like that... like I said, I will leave right away after I am done exploring a little bit..."

"Just a teeny-tiny bit.... Just enough to make my report... I don’t want to return empty handed..."

Antonio was in a great dilemma at the moment.

Although he felt fearful and nervous, he also didn’t want to return so easily; his obsession with money was pushing him forward.

And this was one of the main reasons why Alex chose Antonio to be the one to do this mission.

Ron was an ex-soldier; he had survived many battlefields, and that meant his danger senses were honed to the point that he could distinguish that this place was not worth it.

If he was sent on this mission, he would have retreated the moment he reached the front door, as his senses would have warned him of the possible dangers in this shady place.

Antonio was different.

Unlike others in the organization, his main motive and driving force was money!

He didn’t want to retreat just because of personal fear and nervousness.

Moreover, being fearful and nervous was a usual thing for him because he himself knew that there was a big risk in doing fraud and illegal work.

He was actually more efficient at working when under stress and danger!

Alex had noticed this trait of his when he got him freed from the jail with Zeil’s help.

To Alex, it didn’t matter what the other party’s past or present was; he only cared about their ’motives,’ their ambitions, and how useful they might be to him in the future.

’That warehouse is giving less eerie vibes... I guess I will explore it first...’

Looking at the warehouse, Antonio took deep breaths and slowly made his way there with slow but steady steps.

*Ooooohhhh!!!* *Ooooohhhh!!* *Ooooohhhhh!!!*

’F*cking pigeon... can you stop shouting... you will scare me to death at this rate...’

Holding the dagger in his hand, Antonio arrived at the warehouse.

The door was shut tight with a big lock and several chains binding it, but there was a meter-wide hole at the bottom of the giant door.

It seemed as if something had bitten and broken its way out by destroying the door with force.

’I don’t have a good feeling about this...’

Antonio looked around the entire warehouse for some possible entrance, but there was no other inside.

He glanced around vigilantly, and seeing that the area was safe, Antonio squatted down and lay down on the ground.

Without wasting time, he crawled his way inside the warehouse through that hole in the front door of the warehouse.

’Ugh... What is this horrible smell...’

While crawling his way in, a horrible stench assaulted Antonio’s nose.

It smelled so bad that it was difficult to breathe properly, and just the stench alone made Antonio feel disgusted.

When he finally crawled inside, what greeted him was a sight so disgusting and disturbing that he almost vomited on the spot!

Antonio hurriedly got up from the ground in dismay!

The inside of the warehouse was filled with old clothes and shoes; it was impossible to guess if they were the abandoned products made from this textile mill or the clothes of victims that met a horrible fate.

Although there were tons of abandoned clothes, they weren’t the main cause of Antonio’s disgust.

The horrible stench was from rotting internal organs scattered everywhere inside the big warehouse!

Antonio had no idea if those internal organs belonged to animals or humans, but just the look of them freaked him out.

There were dozens of weird circles and engravings carved on the floor and on the inner walls of the warehouse with blood!

It was all dried blood, and internal organs were either scattered around those engravings or were nailed to the walls like some kind of psychopath’s collection!

"D-demonic r-rituals.... S-someone’s been doing d-demonic rituals here recently!"

Demonic rituals are the type of rituals in which you use animals or humans as the ’energy’ source and use their blood and vitality to establish a stable channel with demonic entities!

Many holy books of the various churches across the world have mentioned the existence of demonic entities and people using cruel methods and the power of ’souls’ to contact them.

All churches and all gods have publicly banned these kinds of dark practices all across the world.

And whoever is caught doing this kind of thing is hunted down by the paladins of the churches all across the world and then immediately executed!

"T-there’s a Black Magic user in this area!?..."

Black magic is the common name given to the skills and techniques that use ’soul,’ ’life-force,’ and ’miasma’ as their energy source!

These kinds of skills and techniques not only harm others, but they are also harmful for even the person who uses them!

There’s an old-age saying,

{Never trust anyone or anything related to the abominable power called ’Miasma’ and ’Corruption’!}