Free Web NovelChapter 615: Chapter 207: On the Pirate Ship
Li Xin knew that his knowledge of the Church Court’s inner workings and the old era was quite lacking, which could very well lead to strategic misjudgments.
"Sister Kathy, why would a knight like Jiang Wu join the Night Patrol? Traditionally, it means he’s breaking off his cultivation path," Li Xin asked.
Kathy paused for a moment, "You’ve really got me there, but by the time they reach Four Lives, most people can’t advance further, so changing paths doesn’t make much difference."
Even if Jiang Wu feels he can’t become an Angel, switching from a knight to a Law Enforcer is still somewhat absurd.
"Jiang Wu said there was an upheaval within the Knight Order, but it might be just an excuse," Kathy thought for a moment and said, something she hadn’t seriously considered before.
"Are you suggesting that his death is related to why he came to Shadow Owl?"
"It’s possible."
"So you’re genuinely planning to drag that Enslaved Angel out into the light?"
"He must pay the price," Li Xin said. This scumbag dared to manipulate Li Xin like a puppet; he definitely deserves to die. Without destroying him, Li Xin can’t feel at ease.
Kathy saw in Li Xin the same qualities as Luo Jin—they only care about what should or shouldn’t be done, regardless of who the enemy is.
"Then Lin Fei and Xueyin’s safety has to be particularly attended to," Kathy said, "I’ll talk to them in a bit." freёweɓnovel.com
She initially thought an explanation would be necessary, but after Kathy made the request, Lin Fei agreed immediately, just reminding Li Xin to stay safe.
Li Xin didn’t plan to confront the Enslaved Angel head-on; he’s just a small Night Patrol who ascended through connections, only reaching two lives.
The vast sea stretched as far as the eye could see, the cold sea breeze turning the ocean into an abyss without end, yet today was beautiful weather.
A finely dressed young noble girl was chatting with a handsome Mosel noble at the prow of the ship.
"Dalivin, smile a little; I’m just borrowing you from the Dragon Mother for a while and promise to return you. I won’t break you," the Porcelain Doll said with a sweet smile, stretching her arms out, "I’ve heard Dragon Capital is bustling and lively, filled with the stench of Hex-Tech."
Dalivin forced a smile, "Lady Porcelain Doll, you really know how to joke."
"When out and about, don’t use nicknames. Are you afraid people won’t know we’re here to do bad things?" the Porcelain Doll said.
"Miss Bear, what task do we have here? So I can cooperate with you," Dalivin said.
"I’ve thought up an identity. I’m an orphan from Beijing adopted by a Mosel noble, and now grown up, I’m returning to Dragon Capital to find my family with a noble brother accompanying me. What do you think?" the Porcelain Doll tilted her head and asked.
"Very good," Dalivin dared not object. None of the Twelve Songsters are known for reason, and someone like Dragon Mother who is reasonable is an anomaly; most are heartless monsters, and the one in front of him is one of them.
"Brother, remember to call me Little Bear from now on. Get it wrong, and Little Bear will be angry," the Porcelain Doll said.
"Alright, Little Bear. What shall we do next?"
"Brother, you’re quite impatient. Our task is simple—destroy Dragon Capital."
Seeing Dalivin’s wide-eyed dumbfounded look, the Porcelain Doll let out a chuckling laugh, "You’re so easy to trick, barely entertaining. The creator’s Apostle was eliminated in Dragon Capital, and many Fake Embryo production targets were also wiped out. He’s furious, but busy with his own big matters, so he asked me to come check it out. Since I have nothing better to do, we’ll investigate who’s opposing us."
"But I’m weak and useless, just dragging you down," Dalivin said with a bitter smile.
"Indeed, you’re quite useless," Porcelain Doll said, "But I find it dull alone, so I brought you along. Your transformations have brought me plenty of entertainment on this journey."
Dalivin’s headache grew, as the Porcelain Doll would have him change into various disguises to cause chaos, splitting couples apart—perhaps if there weren’t tasks waiting upon docking, few aboard the merchant ship would survive.
"I’m just a painter, can’t handle big tasks." ƒreewebɳovel.com
"Brother, that’s not right. Men should have ambition and courage. Although Mask Maker is quite mediocre, you’ll meet another slightly more capable mediocre person this time, and together you can form a trouble-making duo," the Porcelain Doll chuckled.
Dalivin’s heart skipped a beat—it sounded like a compliment, "Little Bear, who is it? Give me a heads-up."
As if seeing through Dalivin’s thoughts, "A sinister, worthless angel."
"Porcelain... Little Bear, don’t scare me. I’m really timid," Dalivin complained, wondering if even angels could be worthless, what did that make him.
"Hehe, what to do? It’s actually him who asked me to bring you," the Porcelain Doll said.
Dalivin’s heart sank. Dragon Mother had warned him before coming that something big would happen in Dragon Capital, caution was paramount, within the Song of Hell’s singers there’s an Apostle Angel of the retro path.
In the sixth era, any practitioner of the retro path aspiring to be above an angel had to pay unimaginable costs, themselves and others during the old era—and in the sixth era, not only others but self-sacrifice was necessary.
Dalivin was a Mask Maker of the new era, surviving by clinging to the universal path. He had no great ambitions, no desire to be an angel, but existence itself could make him someone else’s stepping stone.
The other party explicitly requested to meet him; it felt ominous.
"What’s wrong, scared?" The Porcelain Doll delighted in observing Dalivin’s expressions, thoroughly enjoying it.
"Scared, can I go back now?" Dalivin said with a bitter smile. Had he known it would be this way, he’d have clung tightly to Dragon Mother’s leg—her power had significantly increased, she should not have feared them.
"Sure, swim back." The Porcelain Doll pointed to the vast ocean, the fleet nearing Dragon Capital.
Dalivin dared not; he could only adapt to situations. Without Dragon Mother’s protection, his precarious life seemed doomed, yet there was no turning back now.
Porcelain Doll enjoyed watching the fear radiating from within Dalivin, immensely pleased. The ship was meaningless, but Dragon Capital promised grand commotion.
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On Saturday morning, Li Xin went to Shadow Owl. On weekends, Church Court’s people don’t work overtime; they’ll come Monday for some delegation ceremonies related to his acting captaincy, but it won’t be given much importance.
Beforehand, Meng Po handed over some captain authority to Li Xin, as the Shadow Owl’s captain, he was now the head honcho. Due to Shadow Owl’s uniqueness, it could influence all four districts of Dragon Capital. However, in cases of power overlaps, personal influence would determine jurisdiction, though this aspect was quite unclear; during Luthor’s era, Shadow Owl was quite powerful, but now it’s weakened greatly.
Other Copper Owl were also working overtime; overtime is usual for Night Patrol, and everyone’s mood remained uneasy.
Within Shadow Owl, besides Meng Po spending all day at the base, there was Old Tuo, a lone soul guarding the corpses—a coroner was not a profession just anyone could bear.
