Chapter 321
At this hour, the tavern was empty, save for a lone male server busy cleaning.
Xia'er pushed open the tavern door and walked straight in, taking a seat at the bar.
“Damn it, can’t you see we’re closed?”
The server, visibly annoyed, glanced toward the ringing bell and retorted, “Whose kid is this? Go play somewhere else.”
Before Xia'er could respond, Tara shot a glare that could kill from the side.
“Who gave you permission to speak to Lord Xia'er like that?”
Tara lifted her chin slightly, and in her gaze, which seemed to see right through the server, the shadow behind him began to flicker with white flames.
“(Orlando language) White-hot…”
Xia'er raised a hand, halting Tara’s next move. She smiled at the server and said, “Where’s Zefer? Bring him here, if he’s done dealing with the skeletons in his cupboard.”
At that moment, the “Nemesis” was still in an overloaded state; Xia'er’s fear had no effect, but the skill “Art of Conversation” remained unaffected.
“Skeletons in the cupboard” wasn’t meant literally; it was a colloquialism akin to “a hot potato.”
The server seemed to feel the pressure emanating from Tara. After a moment’s hesitation, he set down his cloth and hurried upstairs.
Before long, a strong man followed the server down. His sharp gaze swept over Xia'er and Tara, a hint of confusion crossing his face.
Who is this young lady? Coming to my turf with just a maid…
“Tara, make them behave…”
Xia'er turned to Tara.
Tara had been waiting for this cue. She raised her hand and completed her earlier sentence.
“(Orlando language) Blazing glory…”
The shadows behind the two men ignited instantly, and they collapsed to the ground in agony, their bodies unscathed but their minds wracked with the sensation of being burned alive.
The shadows behind them were already enveloped in white flames.
This was the punishment for their disrespect toward the Mother Goddess.
Tara stepped forward, raising her deep brown leather shoe, and kicked Zefer squarely in the face, saying, “Rejoice in the glory of ‘Sadana,’ you scum.”
The “Missionary’s” terrifying power over ordinary people was on full display; in an instant, the ‘Sadana Mark’ was etched into the minds of the two men.
After venting her frustration, Tara quickly returned to Xia'er’s side and whispered, “Lord Xia'er, it’s done.”
The earlier authority vanished, and Tara was back to her obedient self in front of Xia'er.
Xia'er nodded and looked at the two men now kneeling before him, saying:
“Gather all your siege explosives in one place for transport. Have the remaining Blackwater Party remnants gather for a meeting, then pick a barrel and set it off to make some noise to draw in the detectives. As for you… remember to hold on tight when you light the barrel.”
The remnants of the Blackwater Party deserved their fate; Xia'er would not forget who had brought about his initial disaster and nightmare.
Moreover, he had spoken with these two; their lives were not worth sparing.
“Yes…”
“Understood…”
Xia'er stood up and left the tavern.
Now, all that was left was to wait for the sound of the explosion.
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Chapter 180: What Should the Husband of the Mother Goddess Be Called?
“Boom—!”
A thunderous roar shook the ground.
Feeling the agitation of the white scales on his hand, Simon Akar frowned and quickly ascended to the second floor, peering out the window at the black smoke rising from the explosion not far away…
What’s going on? Didn’t the Keybearer tell them to hold their positions? Why did someone set off those explosives early?
Were the other two “Dream Thieves” from the Chaos Squad trying to stir up trouble with these?
Such independent actions were not uncommon within the Joyous Society, but the Chaos Squad wouldn’t dare.
They all knew that the 3rd-tier “Subverter” Keybearer was watching them from somewhere, and any unauthorized actions that disrupted the Keybearer’s plans would lead to dire consequences.
Due to delays in communication, they had yet to receive news that the Keybearer had already been “slain by Commissioner Lucy” and were still waiting for the Keybearer’s next orders.
Regardless, this explosion was bad news; they needed to inform the other members to hide quickly…
Simon shed his heavy nightgown, exposing his bare torso, and stretched his shoulders.
His muscles were taut, each one clearly defined. As he clenched his fists, they rippled beneath his skin, radiating explosive power.
Yet, patches of substantial white, resembling thin, translucent scales, spread from his elbows to his chest and back, nearly covering all his vulnerable spots.
It was as if he had donned a suit of scale-like exoskeleton armor.
These scales appeared soft; even a gentle breeze would cause them to quiver—he seemed able to sense attacks coming from his blind spots in this way.
As he approached the wardrobe to pick out an outfit for going out, Simon suddenly froze, twisting his upper body in an odd manner, his right hand reaching forward to grasp… his own shadow?
He seized a burning white figure by the neck, slowly pulling it out from the darkness.
“‘Missionary’…”
Looking at the shattered, dissipating white figure before him, Simon frowned.
He was quite familiar with the “Missionary.”
One reason was that there were quite a few “Missionaries” within the Joyous Society.
The destructive power of “Ascetics” and “Missionaries” was no less than that of “Instigators” and “Dream Thieves.”
If they weren’t joining other major churches, most “wild” Missionaries would advance by establishing their own secret cults or heresies, spreading their teachings and brainwashing, secretly building their power.
However, the “Missionary” that had attacked him was definitely not a member of the Joyous Society…
Had he been exposed? Had that one from the Bell Tower Church discovered him?
No, if that 3rd-tier individual had acted, he should have lost the ability to resist immediately.
Simon steadied himself, quickly calming down, and began to carefully sense the subtle changes in his surroundings.
All his senses were amplified countless times; he could hear the sound of rats gnawing in the sewers, the aroma of fried fish wafting from a stall at the end of the street, and the gentle breeze slipping through the curtain seams…
Countless heartbeats echoed in his ears, and as he closed his eyes, his vision seemed to pierce through several floors, allowing him to “see” those beating hearts clearly.
He was intimately familiar with the heartbeat frequencies and sounds of all the residents around him. Beyond the bustling street, he detected a rapidly beating, unfamiliar heartbeat.
He quickly opened his eyes, locking onto a room in another building several floors away, his gaze seemingly penetrating through layers of walls.
A strong heartbeat, a unique scent of blood… it’s a woman, she’s there.
And it seemed she had noticed she was being watched; her heartbeat quickened, and with a flicker, she darted further away.
Running away?
Before the “Hidden Hunter,” no prey could escape.
Because Simon had already recorded her scent; all that was left was to hunt her down and wait for her to tire…
Simon swiftly donned a black coat, rushed to the window, and leaped onto the rooftop, swiftly traversing the rooftops toward the direction of her scent.
She seemed to be in complete panic; despite a few quick turns and even crossing a street at times, she couldn’t evade Simon’s scent tracking.
He moved with all fours, like a bloodthirsty beast, chasing after the flickering figure that was gradually drawing closer.
50m… 40m…
20m…
Her own speed wasn’t fast; her quick movements were merely relying on the white shadow to flicker.
As long as the white shadow’s ground-hugging speed wasn’t faster than his sprint, it was only a matter of time before he caught up.
But soon, just as Simon was within 10m of her, he halted on the rooftop, baring his teeth slightly.
Four sharp canines were pressing against the surrounding teeth, slowly emerging. Simon watched the green-haired figure stop in a narrow alley, remaining still.
He realized she was deliberately trying to lead him to a less populated area…
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