West Street Crossroads.
After about ten minutes of pursuit, Reg, who was responsible for chasing down the two Third-Rank Blasphemers, had successfully completed his task.
However, he had only been a minor participant in this chase.
The two Third-Rank Blasphemers were mostly apprehended by the Four-Rank Demon Hunter from Wangdu who was accompanying them.
What they had to do now was wait on the spot and keep an eye on the two Blasphemers.
As a new member temporarily joining the team, Reg had many things to learn from Senior Weierda, the Four-Rank Demon Hunter beside him, during this support mission to Deya City.
“Strange, where did the Ninth Saintess go? Why did Kashan suddenly take over to treat the wounded?” Weierda asked with confusion.
He had clearly been looking forward to admiring the Ninth Saintess after work.
As the saying goes, having a pretty female boss is common, but an adorable loli is not.
Unfortunately, the cute loli was nowhere to be seen now…
“Maybe she has already returned to the cathedral. The Ninth Saintess is usually quite shy around strangers,” Reg replied.
“Is that so? Not bad. Being shy is also a cute trait.” Weierda stroked his chin, deep in thought.
“Uh… cute trait?”
“That’s right. Think about it—an extremely cute but very shy loli. Once you get close to her, won’t she stick to you and no one else? That would make everyone else watch with envy and hatred! The feeling of exclusivity is awesome, don’t you think?”
“Uh…” Reg didn’t know how to respond for a moment.
“By the way, Reg, weren’t you bragging on the carriage that you have a pretty good relationship with the Ninth Saintess? Come on, you must have some thoughts about her, right?” Weierda grinned at Reg with a knowing look.
“Don’t overthink it. I don’t have the guts. The Ninth Saintess is more… than you imagine. Forget it.”
Even though he was from the Sun Family, Reg’s intuition kept reminding him that the secrets behind Truth far exceeded his understanding and capacity to bear.
Besides, he was now half one of Truth’s people…
So, for Senior Weierda’s safety, Reg decided it was better not to say much.
After all, Senior Weierda was a good person—not aloof, reliable, and easy to get along with.
“Reg, did you know?” Weierda frowned and looked at Reg gloomily. “Among us Demon Hunters, there is a curse: if a Demon Hunter only says half of what they mean, then their… well, the second half might suddenly break off one day.”
“What? Really?!”
“Fake, haha.” Weierda laughed and patted Reg’s shoulder to comfort him.
“It’s fine if you don’t tell me. I understand. After having a crush on a girl for so long, suddenly she’s out of your reach—it must be painful. If you don’t do something now, this regret will haunt your whole life. Take me, for example. Back in Wangdu, I once had a sincere love in front of me, but I didn’t cherish it. Only after losing it did I…”
“Huh?” Reg looked at Weierda, who had fallen into memories, completely confused.
‘Me having a crush on Truth? Damn, even Anderson wouldn’t dare say that! Besides, Truth’s sexual orientation…’
Not knowing the power behind Truth and her true relationship with the Goddess of Life, Reg could only honestly work under Truth for now, afraid that if he accidentally upset her, he’d end up in pieces the next day…
So, without explaining or saying much, Reg directly changed the subject and interrupted Weierda’s bitter memories:
“Speaking of regrets, there is indeed something I need to deal with in Deya City. Senior Weierda, when can we move freely? I’m afraid this might be my last time back in Deya City, so…”
“Hey!” Weierda waved his hand. “I understand, I understand. Even though Demon Hunters have many rules, rules are dead while people are alive. So go ahead. I’ll take care of these two Blasphemers. Make sure to gather at the cathedral in half an hour, or the Captain will punish me.”
“No problem!” Reg nodded and immediately rushed toward East Street without stopping.
‘So his crush isn’t the Ninth Saintess but someone else? Tsk tsk, young people…’
Watching Reg’s retreating figure, Weierda recalled that regretful night a few years ago when he and his beloved could never meet again.
To prevent his junior from having regrets, Weierda decided to be a bit lenient with this young junior. After all, youth only lasts a few years…
Ten minutes later, Reg arrived at the bottom of Anderson’s building at full speed.
“Anderson, are you still alive?”
After going upstairs, he forcefully knocked on the door of Anderson’s secret room. With the knock, the door swung open.
Creak—
Accompanied by a harsh sound, the door trembled as it moved. Only then did Reg notice traces of forced entry on the door.
‘Did someone break this door open with brute force?’
Carefully stepping inside, the first thing that caught his eye was a mess everywhere.
All the cabinet drawers were open, and even some floorboards had been pried up.
It was obvious that a large group of people had barged in and violently searched for something…
‘Who did Anderson piss off again?’
Reg carefully surveyed the room. It seemed that the group Anderson had offended had turned over every corner.
Sigh. He had originally wanted to ask about those gold coins.
He had just found a connection in the military camp that could launder all that money at once.
But now it was even a question whether Anderson was still alive.
‘Oh, right. I wonder if that emergency message was found…’
Reg suddenly remembered that Anderson had once told him that if an emergency occurred, he would leave a message for someone he trusted in a certain corner.
The most dangerous place was the safest.
So Anderson boldly hid the message in a place that would definitely be searched—the carpet.
The living room carpet had been casually thrown aside, and the floorboard under it had been pried open.
There was only an empty box inside. Needless to say, the contents had been taken.
But Reg knew that the box was only meant to divert attention.
The real carrier of the message was the carpet that had been carelessly tossed aside.
Reg spread out the carpet and flipped it over.
Then he rubbed his palm against the nap of the carpet.
Immediately, several lines of very messy, tiny handwriting appeared before Reg’s eyes:
[After the Harlem Family couldn’t get back the Dragon Egg, the buyer behind them seemed to get angry. They actually sent people from Wangdu to look for the Dragon Egg. I can’t fight them, so I’m going to Wangsheng City to lay low. Fate willing, we’ll meet again.
Oh, and if you, Zhong Er Zai, see this message, remember to remind the Dragon Egg buyer to watch out for the Hodgson Family from Wangdu.
Also, after reading this, remember to run fast and be careful of fishing enforcement.]
‘The Hodgson Family? One of the Five Pillar Families of Wangdu?’
Reg had a strong impression of this family, as he often heard at parties as a child about what gifts the Hodgson Family had given to curry favor with his own family.
So it was them secretly buying the Dragon Egg… Also, Anderson didn’t mention Reg’s or Truth’s names in the message, indicating he assumed the message would be discovered by the enemy.
And he also mentioned “fishing enforcement”?
‘Damn, have I already fallen into a trap?!’
Reg was shocked. He hadn’t learned many scouting skills yet, so he didn’t know if he was currently ambushed.
To be safe, Reg decided to assume he was already ambushed.
So without hesitation, he sprinted forward, crashed straight through the window in front of him, leaped down, rolled once upon landing, and continued running at full speed toward the bustling street!
“Hmm? He actually noticed?”
Soon, a masked man slowly emerged from the corner downstairs of Anderson’s building.
He was the scout left behind to relay messages.
After seeing Reg upstairs, he immediately sent a signal.
But before reinforcements could arrive, Reg had already escaped…
“But it doesn’t matter. Go ahead and run. Let you have a head start. With those two lords here, you won’t be able to escape even if you grow wings! Hehehe…” The masked man sneered as he watched Reg’s departing figure.
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