The notebook contained notes from when my dad was working. He used to teach chemistry but later took on a managerial role at the school. He hadn't been involved in practical chemistry experiments and tutorials for a long time.

What was the use of these old things?

I looked at Atlas, who was studying the contents earnestly. His expression remained unreadable. I wasn’t sure if he understood what was written inside.

Then, he glanced at the executive who welcomed us and said, "We’ve found what they want. Our current task is to locate them, then we can negotiate."

"Negotiate?" The executive looked at Atlas with some confusion. "But the item isn't in our hands."

"Don't worry, I have a plan. When they call again, we'll confirm their location," Atlas confidently replied. "They must still be in Bibury."

I watched Atlas. His speculation was correct. They wanted this notebook, and there was no need for them to travel around with someone.

But I didn't understand what use they had for an ol