475 Secrets of the Pas

"It seems that your friend always stabs you in the back at every critical time."

In the hidden safe house, Lola overlooked the pathetic Ye Qingxuan gloatingly. "Gavin did so at that time. This time is the same. If I were you, I would consider maybe I'm not good at choosing friends. And who told me that if there was something, he would run faster than anybody? If I wasn't paying attention this time, you may have…"

In the bed, Ye Qingxuan was covered with a thick layer of ointment which exuded the pungent smell of medicine. Medicine was also injected into his hands. He was at the edge of death but his breathing was smooth and normal. There was not even the slightest dullness or panic in his dark eyes. There was only calmness.

"You have been sarcastic enough. Just get down to business." He stretched out his hand and spoke with a hoarse voice. "Where is the thing?"

Seeing that he was not repentant, Lola grunted and threw out a badge from her bosom. "You're really creative to have a demon help you keep this thing."

The pure silver-forged emblem sizzled in her hands, clearly hurting her every moment. However, when Ye Qingxuan held it in hand, a faint light was emitted. Soon his bruises faded.

"Wait. Use it after I go out. Do not affect me."

After giving that thing to him, Lola went to the door as if she was avoiding pests.

In Ye Qingxuan's hand, the pure silver-forged emblem was engraved with a healing movement of the School of Choir. It was the most advanced kind, claiming that it could cure anyone as long as he was still breathing.

This one-time badge could be sold for a stunningly scary price on the black market.

After all, it was precious alchemy that could save a life.

Even when the door was closed, Lola could still feel the sting like a thorn in her back. She walked further. Even so, she could still sense the breath that had made her so uncomfortable in the secret chamber.

Then, huge aetheric waves that she had not anticipated were set off. In a blink, she felt a roaring melody burst from the aether sea. The tremendous waves swept everything, pulling a huge amount of aether into it.

That was definitely not the degree that Ye Qingxuan could reach. It was far beyond his ability.

Divine light was produced from the aether. The blazing light was beyond what Lola had expected. Through two walls, more than ten meters in distance, Lola could still feel the heat.

Even breathing was like chewing blades and needles.

If Lola had not purchased this all by herself, she would have suspected that one of the masters of the Choir was treating Ye Qingxuan personally here. Fortunately, the power came and went quickly. Soon, she heard the door open.

In her startled eyes, the completely healed Ye Qingxuan walked out of the door. Although his body still smelled strongly of medicine, he had fully recovered. Not even the slightest slight wound could be found. The guy who had just broken more than ten bones, covered in bruises, and lost half of his lungs now stood right before her.

"What drugs did you take?" Lola gaped. "How did you recover so quickly?" Even after the treatment, an average person would have only recovered from immediate danger. No one would be like Ye Qingxuan who was recovered as if he had changed a body!

"The biggest mistake that Wolf Flute has ever made is to forget to cancel the bell tower blessing that the Silent Authority gave to me." Ye Qingxuan looked at his intact hands. He snapped and substantial aetheric light burst out. "Don't forget, I'm still a grandmaster."

Lola frowned. "What tricks are you going to play? Ye Qingxuan, you have been involved in this matter too deeply."

"That's why we have to catch Gaius." Ye Qingxuan's answer was emphatic. "If Gaius isn't caught, then the Scared City must have a man to be blamed... Do you think it's going to be better for me and Charles?"

Lola was silent.

"I was unexpectedly cheated. It's so embarrassing." Ye Qingxuan rolled his neck. "No matter what, he needs to pay me."

"I'd like to say that although I am happy to kill Bach's students, I was crippled for so many years so I am definitely not the guy's opponent." Lola looked at him like she was looking at a madman. "Or do you think you can handle this by yourself?"

"Wolf Flute did teach me a lesson." Ye Qingxuan asked, "When have I had a head-on confrontation with my enemy? Don't I always rely on dirty tricks? Why would I fight with a scepter so formally?"

Lola had no words but shook her head. "It's been half an hour now. Are you sure you can catch up?"

"I can." Ye Qingxuan raised his hand. At the fingertips, a dim and slender moonlight thread extending from the never healed wound. "To tell you the truth, it's the first time I was beaten to such embarrassed and miserable extent all these years..."

He gazed at his fingertips and sneered. "Fortunately, my blood has not been wasted. What is the best thing to say? He is really the leader of the Revolutionary Army, bolder than I had imagined...Gaius did not leave. He is still in the Sacred City."

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The noise of chaos was coming from afar. People were screaming and running on the street in chaos. In the silence of the Judgment Tower, a lonely figure stood on the ruins. After being attacked by the Revolutionaries, all the criminals were transferred to other prisons. This tower had been temporarily abandoned. According to the plan, a new construction team would come here in one month.

But now, there was only rubble.

There should be guards still, but when the chaos widened, the guards had been evacuated. In the end, only a lonely old man was left on the stairs of the broken tower. He sat on the steps with a cloak and smoked his pipe in silence, his eyes gazing at the black cloud rising from afar until a sharp dagger was pressed against his back.

"I didn't think you would be the first to find me, Charles." Gaius put down his pipe, sighed and raised his hands.

"You've thought of this already, right, Mr. Constantine?" Charles stood behind him blankly. "Why do you pretend to be shocked?"

On the back of his hand, a disembodied vapor line dissipated in the wind.

Bolero.

Ye Qingxuan was not the only one to attach his perception thread to Gaius. Charles was even earlier. Moreover, he was better at this movement than Ye Qingxuan thought he was.

"Did you come to ask me why I did that?" Gaius turned slowly and gazed at the young man behind him.

Charles was silent and smiled with self-deprecation. "I wanted to ask, but now it seems meaningless." He shook his head slowly. "I thought you had difficulties. Even as a spy, I still felt pity for you. But now it seems that I should leave the pity to myself."

"This is actually the funniest part, Charles." Gaius looked at him. "When you are alive, there are always times when you need to act. You act, I act, everybody's acting... Over time, you will revel in your own drama. I'm sorry that I lied to you."

He apologized but Charles did not feel any relief or joy. He wanted to laugh. "Sorry? You stay here just to talk to your scapegoat? Say some more, sir?" His tone turned cold. "Say something so that I'm willing to take the blame for you. Let me believe you as I used to."

"You're wrong about something, Charles." Gaius shook his head and whispered, "I'm not here to make you my scapegoat. I just want to tell you that you don't have to be anyone's scapegoat. You could have lived in this world fair and square without the need to listen to anyone..."

Charles cut him off. "The taste of these kind words has gone bad overnight, sir. I'm going to puke. Can I have something else?" Charles' smile dissipated and an unprecedented indifference appeared on his face. "Yezi will probably come here in three minutes. If possible, I don't want him to see your body. So, say something to let me drop the knife willingly."

Gaius bowed his head, gazing at the dagger on the neck. The dagger had cut the skin of his neck and a faint tinge of blood came out of the wound.

"Charles, have you ever doubted your own life?" He sighed and suddenly murmured, "You should have realized at a very young age the difference between yourself and others. You are different from mortals. You are born to have talent, have a gift, and all kinds of incredible miracles, but you have ever thought of where you came from? You shouldn't have sunk in this ditch, Charles."

Gaius gazed at the young man in front and said word by word, "Those wastes do not know how horribly powerful you are. The Silent Authority even treated you as cannon fodder. Those idiots have no idea what they have missed! If your mother saw you now, she would feel pity for you!"

Charles froze. "What are you talking about?" His face grew gloomy. "Don't waste my last shred of patience, Mr. Constantine!"

Gaius raised his hand and showed him a yellow old picture. It seemed to be from long ago. In the picture was a young Gaius, an Easterner with white hair, as well as the hybrid of demons and all the rest. But Charles' sight was set in the corner.

There was a young woman with a vague face. Her hair was flaming red like ancient times burning. Her beauty was so thrilling.

"Have you ever dreamed of her?" Gaius whispered, "She protected you to her death, even if she was tainted and swallowed by the ogre... Charles, don't you want to know where you are from?"

He slowly stepped forward and took down the dagger in Charles's hand.

"Come with me, Charles." He pulled Charles and went to the broken tower. "I will tell you all the secrets… about you..."