After all, Greensource Corp had been able to invent a me crystal core


    containing the power of destruction. This must mean that they had mastered the power of destruction, and even the power of light.


    The gloves were now Wilbur''s most useful tool when it came to taking down Greensource Corp, and he needed all the information on the gloves and the power of light.


    "Ah, I see. Could I have a talk with Mister Albus, then? I''d like to ask him a few questions."


    "Oh..."


    Madam Marie seemed a little hesitant. Despite the fact that Albus had been discharged, his body was still extremely weak, and it was still going to take a while for him to healpletely.


    Harrod spoke up then. "Madam Marie, Mister Penn has helped us out a lot. Besides, hasn''t Mister Albus wanted to meet Mister Penn for a while now?"


    Marie''s chest swelled with emotion, and she nodded her head. "Alright, then. Come with me, Mister Penn."


    Wilbur headed further into the manor with Madam Marie, and he asked, "By the way, do you know where the Holy One came from?"


    "I don''t. I met him after my father fell sick, and Uncle Walton told me that he had made friends with a powerful elite that could help heal my father. I don''t know where the guy''s from."


    "I see."


    The Holy One''s roots and origin story were extremely important to Wilbur, but Walton was now dead, and no one knew where the Holy One hade from.


    Thus, the only lead left was Madam Marie''s father, Albus Jonan. Since this Holy One hade here in search of the gloves, that must mean that he shared a significant enough rtionship with them.


    Maybe Albus might know a thing or two about the whole thing.


    Marie and Wilbur came up to another house, and Marie said, "Mister Penn, please allow me to go inside and say a few words to my father first."


    "Sure, go ahead. I''ll be waiting here."


    Marie disappeared up the stairs, re-emerging not long after. "My father says that he''d love to meet you, Mister Penn. Please,e with me."


    "Alright."


    Wilbur followed Madam Marie up the stairs to a room on the second floor. The room was beautifully decorated, and Albus was lying in bed. He sat up at the sight of Wilbur, leaning against the bed frame.


    "Thank you, Mister Penn. You saved me and my family. I don''t know how to repay you."


    "Madam Marie and I had an agreement, and you don''t owe me a thing anymore. I do have a few questions that I''d like your help with, Mister Albus. Would you mind answering them for me?"


    Albus had tears in his eyes. He had probably never met anyone as kind as Wilbur, and said, "Ask away, Mister Penn. I''ll tell you everything I know."


    Wilbur took out the leather gloves. "Do you remember these, Mister Penn?"


    Albus passed the gloves around in his hands a few times, before handing them back to Wilbur. "I think these were a part of my father''s personal collection."


    "Your father''s personal collection?"