Chapter 365: Assassin

Dark elf?

Luo De squinted his eyes.

A traitorous dark elf named Atticus came over a month ago and is now protected in a safehouse—I didn't even know about that, and now another one?

Another traitor?

Probably not. This sneaky, hesitant behavior looks more like a spy.

Recalling the dragon-monitored gemstone that tried to infiltrate Shi Ying Town, it's obvious this is the work of those folks from Coral Bay.

The massacre of the mind flayers in the Kawa Kingdom the day before made Luo De aware of Shi Laimu's 【Memory Devour】 ability—he didn't even bother talking to the guy, just swallowed him outright.

Similar to the soul-searching spells used in cultivation.

The former lost their head outright; the latter became an idiot.

Unfortunately, 【Memory Devour】 only retrieves limited memories, so last night, while Tally's soul trembled, Luo De gave Shi Laimu several doses of 【Growth Spirit】.

Very lucky—【Memory Devour】 reached +2.

Though nowhere near Vivian's +25 Polymorph Spell, it was still some progress.

Come to think of it, that's insane.

Holy hell, +25 polymorph.

Once Luo De, in a moment of stupidity, tried it himself—and found he couldn't resist.

Turned into a sheep, he was manually milked by an excited Tally for a full twenty minutes.

To punish her for her insolence, Luo De had Vivian turn her into a sheep too—eye for an eye.

Tally's willpower was far weaker than his; the spell lasted nearly three hours, and after the transformation, her resistance was further weakened—those three hours nearly drained her completely.

When she returned to normal, she was drenched in sweat, lying on the bed like a dead dog, motionless.

Then again.

Just a little playful fun.

When Luo De and Tally got serious, they had plenty of ways to forcibly break the spell.

That trick isn't invincible.

Being affected by the spell isn't the end—there are many ways to dispel it.

"Look there."

Luo De pointed at the dark elf.

The three of them each had ways to conceal themselves on the rooftop—Luo De, of course, had his Disguise Domain; insects naturally possessed excellent biological camouflage spirit arts, so he wasn't worried about being spotted.

Rosaia followed his gaze.

At the edge of the commotion was a man wearing yellow linen and a leather breastplate.

His hood obscured his face; he was pushing through the cheering, rowdy crowd, edging toward the two elves, and from inside his wrist, he flicked out a concealed straight blade.

The blade's engravings pulsed with magical energy—clearly no ordinary weapon.

You're following the Assassin's Code, huh?

"Assassin?"

Perhaps his transformation spell or item was powerful—Rosaia couldn't tell he was a dark elf—but she grew tense.

After all, his weapon was dangerous; one misstep could lead to disaster.

She did want to teach those Bicui Ting elves a lesson, but they couldn't die in Shi Ying Town!

As she spoke, she was already preparing to act.

"Wait. Too many people here—handle it discreetly."

Luo De stopped the Tooth Fairy fairy.

He tapped the shadow beneath his feet: "Tally."

His young aunt Tally responded instantly, popping her head up with a sly, mischievous grin: "My little nephew misses Auntie? No way, Auntie's too old for this kind of trouble."

Rosaia stared at the succubus, whose appearance closely resembled Luo De's, froze for a moment, then looked at Luo De again, stunned.

Is this really... incestuous?

Luo De didn't waste words—he quickly pointed out the target.

Tally always knew priorities; she narrowed her fox-like, mature eyes and slipped into the shadow like diving into water.

Back on the street.

A unnatural darkness surged beneath the assassin's feet.

As he raised his arm, about to break free from the crowd, he suddenly sank as if falling into an invisible puddle, instantly swallowed by the jostling, cheering mob.

Tally immediately leapt out from Luo De's shadow.

A ribbon of shadow hung midair, its end binding the man in yellow linen and leather breastplate, his eyes wide with shock.

The succubus held two knitting needles, clumsily crossing wool threads.

As if to say, just a trivial matter.

No wonder 【Shadow Art】 had been boosted to +14 by 【Growth Spirit】.

Combined with the stealth of 【Dark Manipulation】, no one here noticed a thing.

"Well done."

Luo De reached to pat her head—but she swatted his hand away with a knitting needle.

She crossed her arms and pouted: "You little brat, I'm your aunt—how dare you speak to me like that? Say thank you right now!"

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Too lazy to care about her.

Luo De quickly searched the man, and what he found made him and Rosaia turn pale.

—Five high-tier delayed explosive gems.

And they were all in active state.

Combined with his assassination attempt, it was highly likely he'd detonate them regardless of success or failure.

After all, dark elves from Coral Bay don't die easily.

The expressions on the rooftop grew grim.

The commotion on the street was loud—the garrison commander was already rushing over from the next street.

They no longer needed to linger; they picked up the dark elf and headed to the underground prison beneath the garrison hall for interrogation.

Rosaia initially wanted to go alone, but Luo De, concerned about information on the dark elves, insisted on coming along.

After a moment's hesitation, she agreed.

The underground prison lay beyond the town center.

They had to transfer there via the garrison hall's teleportation array.

Soon.

Under Rosaia's guidance, they reached the garrison hall, found the teleportation array, and arrived at their destination.

After a brief wave of teleportation dizziness, they faced a narrow, dim corridor.

The air reeked of dampness and mildew; a few dim yellow torches flickered along the walls.

Only dripping water and distant, hidden footsteps and whispers filled the silence—eerily lifeless.

Exactly as Luo De remembered underground prisons to be.

After passing through the corridor and a heavy stone door, they descended a long, spiraling stone staircase.

At the bottom lay a spacious underground chamber.

Rosaia led them into one of the rooms near the staircase.

A binding chair, a swaying oil lamp overhead, a wooden table stained with blackened blood, neatly arranged torture tools, a barrel filled with fingers and toes.

Oppressive. Terrifying.

Undoubtedly, this was an interrogation room.

And a brutal one at that.

As Luo De curiously examined the room, a palm-sized flicker of light shot straight at him.

He slapped it away.

Pachi

Didn't pachi.

Rosaia snatched the flicker out of the air with lightning speed.

—It was a tiny fairy dressed in a bright dress.

Delicate dragonfly-like wings, snow-white skin, a cute face.

"Fairy?"

Rosaia stroked the tiny creature's head—it was baring its teeth at Luo De.

"It's a Tooth Fairy fairy—same race as me."

Fine.

After all, Tooth Fairy fairies vary wildly in appearance.

Rosaia spoke a few words to her kin; the little one's expression softened, then it beamed a cute smile at Luo De.

"Her name is Fiso. She's not good with the Common Tongue—she's the chief interrogator here."

Luo De ignored the weight of "chief interrogator" and smiled to greet little Fiso.

Little Fiso was delighted—she kissed Luo De's cheek and chattered away.

"She says you recently carried out a brutal massacre, and she very much likes the smell of blood on you now, Mr. Luo De."

"Uh, thanks."

Next, they bound the dark elf to a magic-infused interrogation chair.

Ask no questions—first beat them senseless.

According to Rosalia, this was Xiao Feisuo's habit: she believed truth only emerged after extreme pain, so questioning must follow torture.

The image of a cute little fairy in a bright green dress, grinning happily while holding a tooth extractor and iron shears for cutting fingers, was too absurd.

Luo De didn't want to watch; he led Yuna and Tally to tour the underground prison, telling Rosalia to call him back when the interrogation began.

They passed through the underground hall.

The three entered the deeper detention area.

In fact, this area had only been expanded in the past few months, due to Windstorm City's neglect and the rampant activities of the Ruins Brotherhood, which caused crime rates in the surrounding areas to surge.

(End of Chapter)