Yarra's Adventure Notes-Chapter 1290 - 76 That’s really great

"Verify it myself?" Marquis Snape’s hands trembled violently as he took the Mithril Coin from Pannis, his voice thick with anxiety, "Is Merlin really inside there? Can I actually see him with my own eyes?"

"Even if you ask me, I can’t give you an answer, so that’s why I told you to verify it yourself," Pannis said with a shrug. "Besides, if I remember correctly, all you successful global businessmen have one common habit. You never easily believe what others say. Even if they are sure, you remain skeptical. You only trust what you see with your own eyes. In other words, you only trust your own judgment. So, whether what we’re saying is true or not, you should verify it yourself. Maybe we just went crazy for a moment and made up a story to amuse you. Then, oh, ouch, Catherine, why are you stepping on my foot again?"

The knight girl moved her high heel off Pannis’s foot and revealed a fake smile, scoffing, "Don’t mind this idiot, Grandpa Snape. Rest assured, our esteemed grandfather is completing his soul which became incomplete and twisted. He is now sleeping in this Mithril Coin. Once this process is over, he will awake as a Wraith, and his condition will probably be similar to Annie’s, fully capable of communicating normally with you."

"I... I..." The Old Marquis’s facial muscles twitched, and it was unclear whether he wanted to cry or laugh. His lips curved into a smile, but tears uncontrollably streamed down his wrinkled face. The old man uttered many incoherent syllables before finally wiping his face forcefully, taking a deep breath and saying, "So, he is currently healing through sleep? Then what did Mr. Kyle mean by ’verify it myself’?"

"Just what it sounds like, to let you see him with your own eyes," said Pannis, looking puzzled, as if surprised. He turned to Catherine and said, "Was my Common not standard enough? Why didn’t he understand? Uh, I think this carpet is quite expensive. Even if I wanted to vent my anger on it by treating it as my foot... okay, I’ll shut up. Please put the chair down, hey, I didn’t do anything wrong. Poor me."

"Uh, Mr. Kyle, your Common is very standard," sighed the Marquis bitterly. The excitement and anticipation that had just begun to accumulate again were completely scattered by Pannis’s chaotic responses, leaving the Old Marquis only feeling headache and helplessness. He would have liked to lift up a chair like little Catherine, but considering both Catherine’s relationship and the other party’s status, it was just not appropriate to be disrespectful, so all he could do was say with a bitter smile, "I mean, if he is asleep, how can I verify myself? Huh? Did I say something wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Uh, Marquis My Lord, I just find it rather strange," Pannis scratched his head, genuine surprise on his face, and said in puzzlement, "If I have something very, very urgent to discuss and I go to find you in the middle of the night, but you’re asleep, typically one would have a servant wake you up, right? They wouldn’t just sit around waiting two or three years for you to wake up on your own."

"Can he still be awakened? Hahaha, I really hadn’t thought of that." Marquis Snape could hardly contain his excitement at the prospect of meeting an old friend, though he still maintained a polite demeanor. In his mind, he had already trampled his counterpart under the table countless times, of course, this was only in his thoughts. He continued to force a dry laugh and said, "I thought it wasn’t possible, but won’t this have a negative impact on his recovery? Besides, I believe that any human, no matter how tired, is unlikely to sleep for two or three years straight."

"There will definitely be some impact, but it’s just a few extra hours of total sleep time, really. It’s like how we normal people sleep at night, except we restore physical and mental energy, and he restores his soul. It’s like a wounded person in deep sleep; they are also healing themselves. If you wake him abruptly, it only slightly slows down the recovery speed for a short period. The injury won’t worsen easily, you can be completely reassured," Pannis assured the Old Marquis, earnestly adding, "And yes, humans can indeed sleep for several years straight; I have seen such people, really, I’m not lying to you."

"What you’re talking about is a coma, not sleep," Catherine could no longer bear Pannis’s words, pushing him aside to reflect and said irritably, "Go away, always teasing Grandpa Snape. Grandpa, don’t be angry, that idiot just likes to talk nonsense. Just listen to the essential parts of what he says and ignore the rest. But he’s not joking about the crucial issue, we consulted a few Mages who specialize in soul studies the other day, and they unanimously agreed that temporarily awakening Grandpa will not affect him, so please be assured."

"That’s really... wonderful." The Old Marquis was clearly not angry, and far from it, as he watched Catherine and Pannis interact like an old married couple, a comfort and intimacy inadvertently revealed, he smiled reassuringly. More importantly, neither of them seemed to realize this palpable comfort and closeness, which likely suggested their interactions had long become a habit, rather than a show for the Old Marquis. Therefore, the old man finally smiled, not only because he could meet his long-lost friend once more but also because the knight-girl he considered his own granddaughter seemed to have found at least a satisfying reliance, ready to face challenges side by side, no longer forced to endure alone with her frail shoulders.

Nobody knew whether the Old Marquis’s "that’s wonderful" was directed more at the chance to see Merlin again or at the knight-girl finding her own happiness, or maybe both. Thus, under the old man’s gaze, Catherine’s cheeks turned red, her eyes fluttering, unable to hold his gaze, much less glance at Pannis.

"Ahem." Pannis coughed dryly, easing some of the knight-girl’s embarrassment: "Alright, let’s temporarily wake Mr. Field. I believe the Marquis can hardly wait."

"Wait." The Old Marquis suddenly changed his expression and loudly halted Pannis’s actions: "No, it’s too chaotic here, let’s move to a tidier room. And I’m currently dressed... Martha, Martha, prepare my formal attire. Lorraine, get the bathroom ready. Kelly, go, get the..."