Bobby took a peek inside his mind and saw the new status as:
[Target name: Mia Bradford.]
[Species: Unknown!]
[Bone Age: Unknown!]
[Physical Feature: 198cm tall; white skin, black hair, have unknown% of bone density.]
[Main energy level: Can't find a single trace of energy above a normal human can possess?]
[Origin Chi: A trace of Origin Chi is detected but failed to evaluate quantitatively or qualitatively!!]
[Health: Unknown!; Mana Chi: Unknown!]
[The subject emitted a strong killing intent; Threat level: 15%; be extremely cautious..]
Once again, his view of Mia flipped 180 degrees as he pondered. "It seems that my loving-caring-kind motherly figure is anything but simple. Who really are you, Aunt Mia? Just from the killing intent, she spilled out once, my whatever useless System indicated that 15% threat level. Even Chief Scarlette Chanel gave an indicator of only 9% threat level, which means my aunt is way stronger than her. " "And also what is wrong with her status; species and bone age are unknown?"
In the meantime, Mia Bradford chatted with her daughter while she and her daughter ate their hearty breakfast.
"Cynthia, are you there?" Bobby suddenly called to her in his mind.
"Yes, I'm checking her profile as well. You need anything, sweetheart." Cynthia replied unhurriedly.
"Cynthia, there must be a fluke with my aunt's status?" Bobby said, giving her a piece of his differed great mind. "There is no way that her species was found as unknown. Also, it was really different from that of Scarlette Chanel."
"Alright, you need to calm down first." Cynthia insisted, seeing him freaking out more than ever.
"Calm down? Are you fucking serious right now? For God's sake, this is my aunt we are talking about who practically raised me throughout my life. No, I'm not calming down until I figure this out." Bobby replied in a no-nonsense, all-serious voice.
After several minutes of silence, Cynthia said pleasantly. "Sweety, I have thoroughly triple-checked the System and found out that it works perfectly fine. So, this matter leaves to only one possibility."
"What possibility!? Just spill it out already." Bobby demanded vacuously.
"Okay, Tiger! You better hold your horses," Cynthia began to explain in her mile-a-minute voice. "Maybe it has something to do with her own body. I mean to say that, judging from her killing intent, she could be said to be one of the most powerful humans among you. But for some reason, I can't trace an iota of origin chi or either bloodline metamorphosis from her body. My best guess is that a powerful seal is currently suppressing all of her power within her body. "
"A powerful seal?!" Bobby asked hurriedly. "Will it harm her? " His face was a mix of panic and worried-stricken.
"Worried not, brother, it's totally harmless. If not, then I would have long caught up to the signal. It might be that she planted herself with the seal, voluntarily or involuntarily." Cynthia guessed, but Bobby heaved a sigh of relief when he realized that her guess made sense. "Also, don't worry, time is on our side. We can always find out her secrets soon."
"Okay, from now onward I will start a side research on her, too," Bobby said to her inside his head.
A second after he said those words, a beeping sound rang inside his head and a new notification also popped up in his mind following that.
[New Challenge activated!]
[Mission: Find out the secret of Mia Bradford.]
[Reward: Will be granted based on the type of intel Host discovers about her. ]
[Time limit: Lifetime.]
"Congratulations, brother! You finally get a new retrospective challenge this time. And also good luck with that." Cynthia giggled inside his head and she remained quiet again, vanishing from his mind.
"Bobby, Bobby….." Mia shouted, "Hey, boy, are you all right?"
"It's all right, Mia. My mind is just wandering back to that night I fought those assassins. " Bobby explained.
Mia suddenly embraced him and said softly, tapping on his back. "Dear, regarding yesterday, you did nothing wrong. It's the right thing to do. You will soon get used to it since you are a Bradford." After some minutes, she released him and asked eloquently, "Margaret, don't you have an appointment today for your military college?"
"Yes, mom, the interview will start at 8:30 am," Margaret replied.
"Alright, dear, why don't you take your sister for a ride... sorry… I mean Margaret before you go to your office?" Mia slipped her tongue, putting them into an awkward position for both the two young lovers.
Margaret's cheek turned all red again.
"Okay, I'll do that." Bobby replied calmly as if nothing happen, but on the inside, he had been screaming in his head, "Aunt, are you fucking out of your mind? Why is your mouth always turning out to be slippery at the very end?" He then glanced at Margaret and informed, "What are you waiting for? Go change your clothes. We are leaving right now."
Like a kitten whose tail has been stepped on, Margaret hurried out of the mess hall as quickly as possible.
"Hahaha…" Mia burst into laughter when she was far gone.
"Mia, this time you get so sloppy," Bobby said daringly.
"Hmm, boy, you seem to have changed a lot these few days." Suddenly, her temperament changed abruptly, and Mia threatened him. "Also, don't rattle me over such trifling things. I saw you kissing that military lady inside the hospital the other day. I'm warning you, however many affairs you have with other ladies, I don't care, but if you make my baby girl ever cry over you, you've got my wrath. So you better be careful with how you handle your ladies. "
"Wow-wow, Aunt! Can you stop there? You are scaring the hell out of me." He played along with her warning, but deep inside his subconscious mind, he was obvious to it.
"Alright, boy, you must really treat her well, okay?" This time, Mia asked nicely.
Bobby nodded his head, giving her a sincere smile.
In the meantime, Margaret also quickly rushed out of her dressing room, wearing an interview outfit; a black pants paired with a tailored shirt, and added a cardigan, and also a pair of elusive black high-heel black shoes.
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