In the silent eastern district of Deya City, the heavily injured Norton stumbled into a warehouse and found a stash of high-grade healing potions hidden by the Suhuo family.
With the potions, his injuries would take only about two days to heal.
And this place was safe. He planned to hide out in the attic of the warehouse for the time being.
Just then, a strange sensation made his heartbeat suddenly quicken, and the demonic power within him began to churn violently.
“Mogros, what’s going on?”
Mogros was silent for a long moment before replying, his voice trembling slightly:
“It’s my hunter’s mark. It’s been destroyed— and there’s a chance it was traced back to us…”
What the hell? I’m a Tier 3 Dark Demon! The mark I cast shouldn’t be so easily dispelled— not even by that Tier 5 Demon Hunter. How did that priest manage to do it?
Mogros could still feel it— his presence seemed to have been locked onto by a force he couldn’t comprehend:
“Don’t go after that priest again. We need to get out of here, fast!”
……
Truth followed the scent back to the tavern and found Reg and Anderson.
Neither of them was seriously hurt— just a few scrapes and bruises. Truth was disappointed.
“That was close. Good thing my customer blasted through the ground… Ah, Truth, you’re back!” Anderson took a swig of wheat beer.
“Reg said you’d be fine, so we waited here for you. So how did you escape those demon hunters?”
“They thought I was too weak to be wandering around and told me to hurry home and sleep.”
There weren’t many people in the tavern. Everyone was chatting in small groups.
Truth sat at the bar and ordered a wheat beer, took a sip— ugh, it tasted awful. Not as good as cola. She put it aside.
“Huh? So were they being kind to a priest or just discriminating against one?” Anderson thought about it… then gave up. Better to focus on making money—after all, they’d gotten nothing tonight.
“Why are you and Reg working so hard to earn money?” Truth asked.
“What else? Tuition, gear. Can’t exactly go adventuring naked, right? We’re not like you— got yourself a noble lady backing you. So jealous…”
“Hey, Anderson, watch your mouth.”
Reg quietly reminded him, afraid Truth might get angry. But she didn’t mind. In fact, she pulled out the gold coin Norton had given her earlier.
“Here. For you guys. Split it.”
The shiny gold coin landed on the bar with a crisp clink, immediately drawing everyone’s attention.
In this world, a single gold coin had the purchasing power of about ten thousand yuan on Blue Star.
Even the most expensive drink in this bar only cost a silver coin— about a hundred yuan.
Anderson quickly snatched up the coin, worried it might cause trouble.
“Ahem…”
Once the envious stares faded, Anderson leaned in and whispered excitedly:
“No way, really, Priest Sister? You seriously don’t want this gold coin?”
“I’m not short on money.”
That was true. Truth could slip into any bank and help herself anytime.
“Thanks so much, Priest Sister! Reg, hurry up and kowtow to her!”
“Why don’t you do it…?”
Thanks to Truth’s presence, Reg and Anderson still walked away tonight with 50 silver coins each.
After one more celebratory drink, Anderson left the tavern first, planning to sell off the demon hunter info for a good price.
“That guy’s been acting strange these past two years— like he’s desperate for money. He already paid off his tuition last year. What’s he trying to do?”
Reg took a sip of wheat beer and noticed Truth staring at him, which made him tense up involuntarily.
“Sigh…”
The next second, Truth slumped into her chair, completely dropping her ladylike facade. Only 50 experience points earned tonight. So frustrating…
Reg instantly felt his suspicions confirmed— so Truth’s gentle demeanor earlier was all an act.
Her real personality was probably cunning and devious, huh?
Wanting to make a good impression, Reg took the initiative to speak:
“Um, Truth-sis, thank you for saving us earlier.”
“Just call me Truth. Calling me ‘sister’ over and over is kind of gross. It’s just an ID anyway. Reg, let me ask you— what’s your dream?”
“My dream… uh, I guess… to have my family see me in a different light?”
Why this question all of a sudden?
“What a boring dream. Don’t you have something grander? Like becoming a god or something.”
“No… no, I don’t…”
“Tsk. Fine.” Guess he’s not cut out for anything great. Might as well use him to run errands:
“I might need someone to help me with chores in the future. You’re a good fit. Don’t forget the promise you made in the underground labyrinth.”
As he stared into Truth’s soft, girlish pink eyes, Reg felt a chill run down his spine.
His life… was over!
Thud!
A thick arm suddenly slammed down on the bar in front of Truth.
Looking up, it was a man who had been drinking in the corner earlier. He gave a twisted smile.
“Miss Priest, you seem to be doing well. Could you lend me some money for drinks? Not much— just one gold coin will do.”
That’s when Reg noticed—they had been targeted ever since Anderson left. A wounded swordsman and a rich little priest? They looked like perfect prey.
But Reg alone could handle this group easily. That was why Anderson dared to leave first.
Reg’s hand moved to his sword hilt, but then he caught sight of Truth’s frown…
As if realizing something, Reg gave a bitter smile and let go of the hilt. Pfft—me protecting Truth? Get real. Better rethink my life…
The next second, a scream rang out in the tavern—the man in front of Truth:
“AAAAHHHH!”
A tiny black-and-red dagger had somehow embedded itself in the back of the man’s hand, pinning it firmly to the bar.
Apparently annoyed by his screaming, Truth casually lifted her hand again— and the man shot straight into the air.
The dagger tore a deep gash in his hand as his upper body crashed into the ceiling. Only then did the screams stop.
The tavern instantly fell silent.
The only sound was the dripping of blood from that mangled hand stuck in the ceiling.
The crowd that had begun to close in quietly backed off to their seats, faces pale.
What the hell was going on tonight? A priest just one-shotted Oleg, a known bully with roughly Tier 1 strength? What kind of nightmare were they living in?!
“Hey, Reg,” Truth said without expression, turning her head.
“Here!”
“Aren’t you short on cash?”
“Yes…”
Two minutes later, under the threat of a certain someone, Reg reluctantly stood on the bar and shouted:
“Ev— everyone listen up! Hand over all your valuables right now, or you’ll end up like that guy on the ceiling!”
Ten minutes later, a pile of copper coins, silver coins, and all sorts of odd trinkets had been stacked on the bar— worth about forty silver coins in total. Reg gathered everything up.
Then he left the tavern with Truth, briskly passing by a few patrons near the door who had been pinned to the wall with black-red daggers—
unclear if they were dead or alive.
They’d tried to make a run for it earlier.
Once the two were far gone, the daggers embedded in those people slowly melted into pools of black blood and vanished without a trace.
The bodies slumped to the ground. Only then did the rest of the tavern dare to breathe again…
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