Capítulo 130: The Invitation
Dylan gazed at the photo for a while but didn't make a move to pick it up.
He saw the contents of the photo, and it was precisely this that made him realize that everything Bradley had said might be true.
The photograph depicted Bradley and his father, Lionel, both wearing smiles. The background was their home, and they were dressed in casual attire.
It was evident that this was not the kind of adversarial relationship that the public was led to believe.
From this, Dylan clearly understood that everything Bradley had said might be accurate.
Bradley and his father were both members of the Eye, and they were a pair. However, on the surface, one of them performed magic, and the other exposed magic. This had been prearranged.
This also meant that the goal of the operation Dylan had been planning for so long was mistaken, and he had nearly falsely accused his father's friend and sent him to prison!
That had been Dylan's original intention.
What was even more terrifying to Dylan was that he realized that he had conducted this operation under the guise of a member of the Eye.
Now, however, he was facing two legitimate members of the Eye!
What on earth was this?
Impersonation in the flesh?
Dylan had always believed that the existence of the Eye was merely a mention in books. He had only come across these things in some books and materials left by his father, but he had never found concrete evidence that the Eye actually existed.
This had prompted Dylan to gradually consider using Daniel and others to fulfill his revenge agenda.
But now... not only had he targeted the wrong individual for revenge, but he had also been discovered impersonating the name of another organization?
What was his next move?
Dylan was momentarily overwhelmed.
"Take a seat, and let's discuss this calmly," Jack was in no hurry at all. After all, what he had done was a positive development.
"First, Mr. Dylan, you must understand that Bradley is not your adversary. In fact, he and your father are very close friends."
"Our initial idea was to maximize the utilization of magic—to earn money and exchange contribution points for more magic, but..."
Bradley scratched his head, "Reality always surpasses our expectations, and fate often deals us unexpected heavy blows."
"This..." Dylan mumbled a few words but couldn't utter a full sentence.
"Next, it's about your impersonation of a member of the Eye," Jack took the glass of wine and swirled it a few times to sober up. "You didn't anticipate this, did you? You've met the real proprietors, haven't you?"
"Haha..." Dylan awkwardly chuckled.
"Nevertheless, we aren't concerned about your actions. Logically speaking, as Lionel's son and someone with magical talent, you should have been invited by the Eye." Jack glanced at Bradley.
"...Yes," Bradley thought for a long time. It seemed that there was no such rule in the Eye, but he decided to go along with it for now.
Given the current atmosphere, it appeared unreasonable not to agree.
Jack continued the conversation, "Furthermore, although Bradley's target is probably wrong, the other targets you've selected are all correct, such as Arthur Tressel. He is the focus of my operation."
"So, if you're willing..." Jack suggested, "Bradley will report this situation to the Eye and grant you the qualifications to join the society. You can then accept assessment tasks legally. What do you think?"
Ridley turned his gaze to Jack, contemplating the offer. Jack and Bradley exchanged a look, awaiting Ridley's response.
Bradley, however, interjected, "Boy, who are you to agree on my behalf?"
Jack simply responded, "Just tell us whether you agree or not."
After a moment's thought, Bradley turned to Dylan and stated, "Ofcourse, I agree."
Jack couldn't help but chuckle. It would indeed have been surprising if Bradley had declined such a favorable proposition
.
Still, the thought crossed Jack's mind that despite their partnership, Bradley seemed to have been a disappointment as a friend.
His friend has passed away but he had not taken the initiative to inquire about his friends son's well-being, and it appeared that they were practically strangers.
Jack muttered to himself, "Scumbag!"
Dylan, now with clearer thoughts, asked Jack, "How do you know so much?"
Jack let out a sigh, "How many times do you want me to say it? What I've shared is based on what I observed."
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