Chapter 402: A Con Artist in the Gospel is Truly Rare

Chapter 402: A Con Artist in the Gospel is Truly Rare

Ashe didn’t notice the sudden, strange expression on Yvaren’s face, but it quickly vanished. “So, unless Igor personally persuades you, you won’t join us?”

“If you insist on marrying me...” Ashe mused, “I might consider it...”

“Damn!” Yvaren snorted, “By the way, you guys have almost saved enough for your ransom, right?”

“Yeah, thanks to the high-paying jobs we’ve had these past few days, all thanks to Belldate’s blessings.” Ashe raised an eyebrow. “Are you trying to con me into spending money again? No way. The ten small videos I bought from you last time are enough to last me a year. You might not know, but watching small videos is very physically exhausting, unlike watching big videos. You can’t tempt me any further in this regard.”

“How about this: if you don’t buy my trashy goods, I’ll send those ten small videos and the news of your purchase to Annan.”

Ashe broke out in a sweat, trying to stay calm. “I’ll delete them right now and tell Annan that I’ve seen the error of my ways and turned over a new leaf!”

With that, he summoned the Gospel Book, his finger hovering over it but not pressing down. Yvaren blinked. “Go ahead, delete them.”

“I don’t think I can be threatened by a swindler like you,” Ashe declared righteously. “At worst, I’ll just face a beating from Annan and her sisters!”

“...Don’t worry, I wouldn’t ruin my reputation over someone like you.” Yvaren shook her head and turned to leave. “Once you’ve saved enough for the ransom, get lost. You’ve offended me, and since you neither want to die nor be a dog, no shop in Mephila will sell you anything.”

“Unless it’s to attend Igor’s wedding, don’t expect me to step into Mephila ever again!”

Ashe snorted, wringing out the cloth fiercely. As he continued cleaning the statue, he noticed Yvaren standing on the statue again, seemingly out of nowhere.

“Are you really unwilling to join Belldate?”

This time, Yvaren’s voice lacked its usual arrogance. Her tone was calm, even a bit pleading.

Ashe remained silent for a moment, not answering, and continued his work.

Ms. Belldate jumped down and left, disappearing around the corner of the hallway.

The Cult Leader glanced at her elongated shadow and recalled Annan’s words:

“When we’ve saved enough for the ransom, that’s when Belldate will make her move against us.”

“They’re almost there. It’s time to act.”

“Why the sudden sentimentality?” The Con Artist couldn’t help but laugh. “Blood Saint weeping with false kindness?”

“...Annan and I were partners once. If they were willing to join Belldate, I wouldn’t have gone this far,” Yvaren said calmly. “By the way, have you spoken to Annan?”

“No.”

Just then, there was a knock on the door. Igor stood up. “Anfel is here. Excuse me.”

“Don’t use your devious tricks on my sister.”

“Not while you’re alive,” the Con Artist said. “Tonight, I’ll contact Senhaeser, the Funeral Firm, the Red Hat, and other forces to inform them about Ashe and the others. Then...”

“The nightmare that has haunted me for days will finally end.”

Watching Igor’s departing figure, the blue-haired girl fell into deep thought. When she heard her sister laughing and chatting with Igor, she summoned the Gospel Book and used her points to ask:

“Did Igor Bukin lie in his statements just now? If so, which ones were lies?”

Gospel Book: “There were no lies.”

Yvaren pondered for a moment, then suddenly realized:

“A Con Artist is indeed very rare in the Gospel...”

Vamora, in the office of the Senhaeser patriarch.

“Nona, notify the other heraldry patriarchs to dispatch elite battle sorcerers and form a raid team for an expedition to Mephila.”

The female Elf beside him nodded coldly. “Shall I lead the team?”

“No.”

Qenna, sitting in her chair, overlooked the city of white mist, her fingers lightly brushing her lips.

“Ashe Senhaeser is the key to our family’s continuity. I will personally lead the team to bring them back.”