Free Web NovelChapter 220: Chapter 144: Hamster 2
Victor leaned on the parapet, watching everything unfold below at the city gate.
The Demon Hunter swayed precariously on horseback as he embraced the girl. She was just as unsteady, the black blood against her emerald hair giving her an ethereal quality, as if she were a deity from millennia ago.
"Thunderbolt, I have a question for you."
Thunderbolt froze, and Lewis facepalmed.
"Two railroad tracks..."
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「Blood Church.」
Baron woke up in bed to see a graceful figure by his side—slender, with long red hair...
"Carmen," he called out instinctively.
"Carmen? Is that the name of the woman who hired you?" a cold voice asked. It was Yalilan.
"La... Lady Viscount," Baron said respectfully.
He looked around, his mind filled with confusion. ’Didn’t I pass out at the gates of Fude City? When did I get back to the Blood Church? And this looks like my own room... Why is Yalilan here?’
As if discerning his thoughts from his expression, Yalilan said quietly, "You fainted at the city gate from Spiritual Power depletion and physical exhaustion."
Fainted? Baron instinctively reached for the Gentiana Pattern Ring on his hand and sighed in relief. It was still there.
"Do you feel your Spiritual Power returning?" Yalilan asked.
Baron inspected his body with his Spiritual Vision, confirmed that everything was normal, and said, "More or less."
Yalilan nodded, walked to the door, and bolted it. She then drew the curtains and proceeded to remove her Armor, revealing a lovely figure that her off-white undergarments couldn’t quite conceal...
Just when Baron’s mind was screaming, ’Don’t tell me this is the legendary casting couch situation,’ she pulled a wooden chair to his bedside, sat down, and said calmly:
"Well then, Mr. L, since we’re alone, why don’t you explain your identity as a Blood Faction Demon Hunter."
She produced several books and tossed them onto Baron’s bed. Judging by their titles, they all appeared to be studies and analyses of Blood Faction Demon Hunters.
’My Blood Faction identity was probably exposed because of my Blood Pattern. Only Carmen knows about my other class, Dragon Knight.’
’And right now, Stephen can’t be trusted, but Yalilan is a real powerhouse. I have to stay on her good side...’
Baron nodded and said, "It was the year I came to Prole..."
Baron then proceeded to demonstrate the fundamental skills of a screenwriter, weaving together the backstories of Hamlet, King Lear, Country Love March, and The Legend of Zhen Huan, before adding a dash of epic, moving tales of legacy, such as Pirates of the Caribbean and Captain America.
"I see. So the Demon Hunter who taught you the method to advance in the Blood Faction was named ’Harry Potter,’ and he came from a place called ’Gryffindor’... I’ve never heard of it. Could it be a place that exists in the cracks of the world, like Avalon, the Land of the Fairies?"
"And that Demon he sealed, the one named ’Voldemort’—from your description, it sounds as if it was tainted with the aura of the Law of Madness..."
Yalilan stroked her chin thoughtfully. "Blood Faction Demon Hunters are indeed a faction independent of the Silver and Beast Factions, and the rarest of them all. I can understand why you’d want to hide your class."
Baron nodded silently.
He suddenly felt a twinge of regret. ’The final boss shouldn’t have been Voldemort,’ he thought. ’Grindelwald would have been a better choice.’
"But you don’t actually have to hide it. Gillian is the Hunter Country; an identity as a Blood Faction Demon Hunter would bring you honor, not discrimination... Stephen... Mr. Stephen would surely come to rely on you even more."
Yalilan hesitated for a moment, then rose from the bedside. "I will help you keep your identity as a Blood Faction Demon Hunter a secret from outsiders.
The higher-ups who colluded with the Immortal Church were beheaded at the city gate a short while ago. The City Lord’s Mansion is holding a celebratory banquet tonight, and the City Lord specifically asked me to invite you..."
"Get some rest. I have to take the Demon Hunters to coordinate with the army. We need to search the Guard Post and some of the high-level government offices in Fude City..."
Yalilan stood at the door, holding the blood-stained Leather Armor she had removed. In the dim light filtering through the curtains, Baron watched her back, and for a fleeting moment, her silhouette seemed to transform into Carmen’s.
Yalilan gripped the doorknob but didn’t turn it immediately. She paused, then said, "Perhaps my request is too difficult for you, but... you, L, might be the only one who can save the madam and the merchant association."
The door closed softly. Baron leaned back on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, which was covered in patterns related to the Blood God.
Ferdinand was dead, the Iron Thorn Gang was dealt with, and the dormant members of the Immortal Church in Fude City and their cronies had been thoroughly purged because of this incident.
It seemed like everything was resolved.
The only thing left was to get blood from the Witch to advance his Dragon Knight class to the Bronze Tier.
There was good news and bad news.
The good news: The Dragon Scale on Baron’s body, which represented "Assimilation," had already reached his heart.
This meant that as long as he wanted to and the conditions were right, he could begin the promotion ritual to the Bronze Tier at any time.
The bad news: The Dragon Witch had vanished, and he had no idea where she’d gone.
According to their agreement, Baron only needed to use his unique trait of being unobservable by Destiny to help Carmen survive the crisis of "being found by her fiancé."
But given the current situation, while he didn’t want to assume the worst of people, he personally suspected Carmen had just bailed on the deal.
Baron pressed a hand to his forehead and pushed himself up in bed.
HSSS... His head still throbbed. It seemed to be an aftereffect of overdrawing his Spiritual Power.
According to some books on Alchemy, Spiritual Power was actually the power of the soul. If one continued to overdraw it, they would be burning their own soul.
’For my own precious life’s sake,’ Baron thought, ’if I get into another high-intensity battle, running away would be the way to go.’
’I really wish I could get the Wizard class,’ Baron mused. ’Just flick a Magic Card and fear no one. You wanna go fast? You go fast. You wanna fly? You fly. Those Golden Mages could probably fly up and stand shoulder-to-shoulder with the sun, no problem.’
Baron recalled the scene of Carmen and that Wizard Fei using Magic Cards, and he suddenly understood why Mages always looked down on other classes.
They had damage output, burst damage, and sustain as long as they had a Magic Crystal. Their only weakness—close combat—could be covered by Armor engraved with Alchemy Runes or even Taboo Items. (PS: Baron is referring to the Palmer Witch Rider here.) They were truly Pentagonal Warriors.
While Baron’s thoughts were running wild, the door was suddenly pulled open again.
Maguire, Zod, Morey, and even Andre and his group came in. Baron even saw an unrelated person: Brother Sorrowful Gothic Tristan.
Brother Sorrowful noticed his gaze and gave a faint smile. "A hero knows a hero, Mr. L."
But the blunt Maguire mercilessly exposed him, "Tristan is here to invite us to the brothel. He says he can’t win Remedios’s heart no matter what, so he wants to find a prostitute to blow off some steam, just like yesterday."
Brother Sorrowful was a bit embarrassed, so after a quick greeting, he went to the church hall to wait for them.
’Well, I’ll be damned,’ Baron thought. ’So you, who look so honest and upright, are also a Bounty Hunter.’
Baron complained inwardly, then exchanged pleasantries with the group.
During their conversation, Baron kept a close watch on the Blood Loss Knight, Morey. Yalilan had told him that during the crusade against the Immortal Church, Morey had also been present and had given them some hints. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm
But he hadn’t joined the fight, only observed from the sidelines.
’Then there’s the fact that he seemed to have seen through my Contract Knight identity...’ Aside from knowing the man was an old pro at visiting brothels, Baron had no other useful information on him.
Baron sighed inwardly. As long as Morey wasn’t doing anything heinous or threatening him directly, it was fine.
He was very busy right now and didn’t have the spare mental energy to think about it. The most pressing matter was to find the Dragon Witch, Carmen, and complete their transaction.
As long as he could advance to Bronze Dragon Knight, his chances of success when he returned to the Inner Side for revenge would be greatly increased.
Of course, if he had the corpse of a member of the Blood Race, advancing to a Bronze Blood Faction Demon Hunter would accomplish the same thing.
After Zod and his group had left, the door was pushed open once more.
This time, it was the Little Nun, Olivia, who had been undergoing her Trial for many days. She was holding a large bouquet of flowers, peeking her head in like a hamster trying to sneak out of its cage.
