Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime Chapter 73 – Chapter 73: Chapter 73: Mage

Chapter 73: Chapter 73: Mage

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After turning into a ghost, Purple Summers couldn't clearly see the faces of living people, but mysteriously, she could clearly see the mage!

So, Purple Summers had a deep memory of the mage's face!

A short, round-faced, slightly chubby middle-aged man who seemed unremarkable, would reveal a gold tooth in his lower jaw when he grinned.

Despite his changed appearance, Purple Summers recognized him instantly in the crowd!

She called out loudly, drawing the attention of nearby pedestrians.

Aria Jackson glanced at the crowd but didn't see any mage. There were so many people coming and going on the street that it was impossible to tell who was who.

“Where is he? Which way did he run?” Aria asked.

Purple Summers' gaze was empty, her vision unfocused, “He's gone…”

Seeing that many pedestrians were looking at them, Aria pulled Purple Summers aside and whispered, “What's going on? What's this mage you're talking about?”

Purple Summers had never mentioned the mage to Aria before. Aria thought it was a supernatural event, unaware that Purple Summers was resurrected through a carefully prepared ritual.

With a disheartened expression, Purple Summers told Aria, “A man saved me. He took my body to a mage, paid a box of gold, and resurrected me.”

“A box of gold?” Aria was astonished, “This person must be rich! Who is he?”

Purple Summers shook her head disappointedly, “I don't know. I just saw the mage and thought I could ask about the man's identity, but I couldn't catch up.”

With that, she sighed deeply, filled with regret.

Aria found it incredible and couldn't help but ask further, “How could you not know who he is? Don't you have any clues? Whoever was willing to pay such a high price to resurrect you must have a close relationship with you. Think harder!”

Purple Summers continued to shake her head, disheartened.

Aria thought for a moment and suddenly clenched her fist, “I got it!”

Purple Summers looked up at her, “You got it?”

“I think it must have been a victim from one of your previous cases,” Aria confidently and decisively said, “Because you brought the murderer to justice, they wanted to repay you, so they found a way to resurrect you!”

Purple Summers subconsciously felt that wasn't the case. If it was only about repaying a favor, why would he… kiss her?

However, this was difficult to bring up, and upon further thought, she felt there was some truth to what Aria said. Maybe she had interacted with the man while investigating another case and unintentionally helped him, making him enamored with her?

She had worked on countless cases; with each case closed, some people expressed gratitude, while others harbored resentment. If she wanted to find out the man's identity from among them, the chances were slim indeed.

“He saved you, but he didn't come to find you. Maybe he's intentionally hiding his identity,” Aria comforted her. “Don't be disappointed; maybe he'll suddenly appear one day.”

Aria's words somewhat improved Purple Summers' mood.

For such a long time, the mysterious person hadn't shown up. Perhaps it was intentional.

In her heart, she was grateful to the mysterious person and wanted to know his identity to repay his kindness, but she didn't want to implicate him recklessly.

Purple Summers was no longer worried about it, only feeling somewhat disappointed that she couldn't find out who her savior was.

On the way home, she couldn't help but wonder why the mage had suddenly appeared in the busy streets? His expression seemed somewhat panicked at the time… Who was he escaping from in the crowd? Could it be related to the mysterious man?

Purple Summers was preoccupied.

When they returned to the small western-style house, Atra Blanc was not there.

Purple Summers was changing her shoes at the entrance when she noticed the dirty and messy shoeprints all over the floor and stopped in shock.

Atra Blanc loved cleanliness and tidiness. She mopped the floor twice a day, morning and evening; how could the house be in such a mess?

Realization struck her, and she quickly walked up the stairs, opened her own room door—

Sure enough, her room was in total disarray..

Chapter end