Chapter 154: The Cheating Secret of the Blood Moon

Chapter 154: The Cheating Secret of the Blood Moon

In Caimon City, the cathedral area of the Upper District, at No. 22 of the Silent Forest Villa Area.

Knock, knock.

Three seconds after the respectful knock, a cold voice comes from inside: Come in.

Beastman Gesas pushes the door open, stepping into the study that could be described as a small library along with his entourage. The room is 7.7 meters high and covers 79 square meters. All the walls are inlaid with bookshelves carved by Goblin craftsmen. Even the ceiling is covered with a glass canopy, behind which are ancient scrolls crafted with secret magics. The floor is covered with a soft, pinkish-purple carpet made from Bewitching Wool.

Its not Gesass first time here, but each time he sees this lavish room, he cant help but bow even lower.

Not to mention the precious knowledge that would never be circulated in the Canopy, the pinkish-purple carpet alone is enough to prevent anyone from harboring any rebellious thoughts. You see, Bewitching Wool comes in many colors, and pinkish-purple is arguably the rarest and most beautiful.

How many Bewitchers would have to die to weave such a carpet?

Of course, Gesas doesnt think his master would use any unlawful means for a carpet. According to his masters character, he would never display something dirty so openly. Therefore, this carpet is a lawful and legitimate piece of art.

He guesses it might be something his master purchased from a research institute, or a gift from a scholar of the sacred bloodline. Almost all goods related to corpses are produced by the institute.

Only the institute with control over all corpse resources could lawfully and legitimately create such a dazzling work of art.

Following the carpet through the book forest, what catches Gesass eye is a desk that looks like a tree trunk. There are no lights on in the room. A faint red moonlight comes through the French windows, split in two by a chair, gently illuminating the area around the desk.

The person sitting on the chair is bathed in darkness. When he opens his green eyes, Gesas bows his head and dares not meet the Elfs gaze.

You dont look like youre bringing me good news, Gesas.

We have located Ronat. We dispatched two Golden Mouths and seven Silver Mouths, but due to the fierceness of the Death Eaters, they still managed to escape, Gesas quickly stated. All the black market healers are under surveillance by the Woodpeckers. As soon as they seek treatment, they will be caught by us.

Hmm, what else?

Although there are no eyewitness reports, based on shopping and garbage collection situations, we can confirm that Igor Bukin is hiding in the apartment of Blood Mad Hunter Emma Lekthas. But Emma Lekthas is a Moonshadow, so we cant investigate further.

Even the Moonshadows are willing to shelter him? The Elf seemed a little surprised. They must have been deceived, most Moonshadows are simple-minded creatures What else?

Several affiliated hospitals Corpse Recovery Departments have reported that when they went to recover bodies at the coordinates provided by the Heresy Court, they found no bodies. A Heresy sub-bureau in the Upper District arrived at the crime scene within ten minutes of receiving the death signal, but they also found no bodies and couldnt even track down any traces.

There were several sensational murders in the Lower District. The heads of several gangs under the Eternal Wine Club suddenly went mad and slaughtered their subordinates. The bodies of the perpetrators have clear Necromancy Traces.

A former member of the Eternal Wine Club died in his sleep without any signs of resistance.

The clean and proficient way of handling bodies, as well as the style of a control master, all indicate that Corpse Lover Archibald Harvey is seeking revenge.

Gesas continued, Based on his range of activity, we can basically determine that his base is inside the Pig District. Give me three more days, and I will definitely find him!

I dont doubt your capabilities, but Im certain you wont be able to find him.

The elf gently tapped the surface of the desk with his fingers, This necromancer has violated the taboos of the sacred bloodline. These days, the Heresy Court is bound to be doing everything in its power to track him down perhaps even as we speak, hes been caught by the Blood Mad Hunter, bled like a pig, his memories being unraveled, and his body being broken down into various materialswhen facing an enemy who can touch their interests, the sacred bloodline always shows respect.

Although they havent caught him, these four pieces of news can be considered as good news, right? So

Is there more?

Gesas was trembling all over, his knees buckled, and he knelt down directly, his forehead pressed against the carpet, his heart gripped by boundless fear, but his words were still fluent: Im sorry, Woodpecker simply couldnt find any traces of Ashe Heath, not a bit of information.

Light laughter came from behind the desk, Under the glory of the Blood Moon, everyone is equal, and Gesas, you are a Two-wing Sorcerer who has bathed in the rain of gold, dont kneel so easily.

Faced with this seemingly comforting consolation, Gesas didnt dare to move a muscle. This pride of the beastmen, still maintained the most humble posture, exposing his defenseless back to his master.

Thats right, he and his master were both Two-wing Golden Sorcerers. If it were anywhere else, Gesas wouldnt say he was on par with his master, but at least he wouldnt be this humble however, this was the Blood Moon Realm.

As for those short-lived species that would die within a century, they are not worth attention at all. This is not about discrimination, nor even about interests, because in the eyes of the long-lived species, the short-lived ones are merely their resources.

Lifespan is the ultimate class barrier.

So even if he has to bow and scrape, even if he is as lowly as a maggot, Gesas has to earn enough money to afford the life-extension surgery.

Sometimes Gesas would wonder, if he had not been born in a foster home in the lower district, if he had determined to go to high school, college, and finally succeeded in being admitted to a research institute as a member of the sacred bloodline, would everything be different?

But there are not so many ifs in the world. If he was not born in the right place, if he did not do well in school, he would have to take the toughest road.

As time passed by the second, the study was so quiet it seemed to solidify. Not until Gesas was soaked in cold sweat did the Elfs voice sound slowly: Keep an eye on Gerard.

After a moment of silence, Gesas said, The captain of the Blood Mad Hunters, the White-Haired Butcher Gerard Westminster?

Ashe Heath made him lose face, Gerard will definitely hunt him down personally. If Gerard kills him on the spot, then it ends there; if Gerard chooses to arrest him and spares his life

Then the woodpecker will eat this pest.

Stealing a kill from Ashe Heath in front of a Tri-Wing Sanctuary Sorcerer?

Even thinking with his gut, he knew how difficult this task would be, but Gesas responded without hesitation: Your command will be carried out, but since two days ago, Gerard has been elusive, even the Heresy Court does not know his whereabouts, I wonder

Hes probably at Observation Point 53. The Elf said, Go, may the Blood Moon light your way.

Gesas exited the room with measured steps, closing the door gently behind him.

The Elf opened a file next to him. Inside was the resume of Ashe Heath. It detailed his birth records, upbringing in a foster home, high school awards, and college activities.

He tapped the desk lightly with his finger, his nails were quite slender, creating a tap, tap, tap sound on the wooden table

Why havent you left yet?

The Elf looked up, gazing at the hooded figure in front of his desk.

The hooded figure walked from the shadows of the study into the blood-lit ground, wearing a mask, his eyes filled with surprise.

Indeed, even among Two-wing Sorcerers, there is a hierarchy. He chuckled, Even a Two-wing Sorcerer could detect me, it seems I cant bluff in front of Gerard

Youre not Gesass follower? The Elf furrowed his brow, Who are you?

He had noticed this person just now, but he thought it was Gesass follower, so he didnt pay much attention.

But at this moment, he suddenly realized a problemGesas never brought anyone to see him, only the leader of the Woodpecker had the privilege to meet him

Its really heartbreaking, after all the hardships I escaped from Shattered Lake, you, Professor, cant even recognize your prized student.

He pulled down his mask, revealing a refreshing smile.

Nice to meet you, Sylin Dole, Im Ashe Heath.

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