Chapter 264: Solace (Bonus Chapter for 200 Monthly Votes)

Inside the ice-sealed bedroom.

Aaron, having transformed into a "Spirit of Delusion," stood at the place of Aokelaier's death, yet Luofuman did not notice him in the slightest.

"As expected... just as I thought. After discovering the opponent was an 'Evil Spirit' that could not be manipulated via blood, was immune to physical damage, and was difficult to escape from, Luofuman had no choice but to expend a huge price to use a curse for a one-hit kill..."

"From the perspective of Occultism, to curse a Non-human Existence to death, one must also pay a terrible price themselves."

"It's a pity... he didn't have any particularly powerful trump cards on him, nor did he actively call for a God Descent..."

"Of course, the 'Sui' are not switchboard operators; it is impossible for them to respond the moment a believer calls... It is a pity, otherwise I might have harvested more tonight..."

"It is a pity... I can no longer go back."

Other than this, William could not think of any other reason for his survival.

"Forget it, I'll go ask the boss."

"So the organization that has a blood feud with my family is called 'Blood of Decay'?... With the boss here, I can rest easy." William's mood was indescribably complex; he looked around and inexplicably thought of Isabet.

When he saw the bar sign again, William did not know why, but a sense of peace suddenly welled up in his heart.

A raging fire burned within the manor of Baron Jacques.

"My head hurts so much..."

As for the courses at the Grammar School?

My life is almost gone, so of course I should prioritize work and pleasing the boss first!

While passing a street corner, a newsboy wearing a flat cap ran by, holding a roll of newspapers in his hand and shouting loudly: "Plymouth Morning News! The Jinfeile Jewelry Company was ransacked last night... A terrifying corpse was discovered in the Lower City District... The Baron's manor in the suburbs was set on fire!"

Facing the rising morning sun, William was almost moved to tears: "The feeling of being alive is truly good."

William let out a long sigh of relief, and when he saw that Aaron was drinking hot cocoa, a smile could not help but appear on his face.

But there is no such thing as absolute fairness in this world.

This is unfair!

As a young man, a physically healthy young man, thinking about these things is a very normal behavior.

"No..."

"After all, I always wear a mask when I go to the Black Queen District, and Halsey and the Professor, who know my identity, will not take the initiative to leak information... And William is an agent for a Craftsman; what does that have to do with the bar owner? Of course... a certain amount of suspicion exists, and there might be some probing later, but I was just worrying about having no other leeks to harvest." Aaron felt a slight sense of anticipation in his heart.

It grabbed the pistol, aimed it at Luofuman's head, and pulled the trigger fiercely.

William sighed and prepared to go to the roadside to buy some meat pies for breakfast.

He nimbly climbed out of bed, brushed his teeth and washed his face, then walked out of the apartment and onto the street.

He hurriedly finished reading the newspaper, bought a few more meat pies for breakfast, and walked to the Hunter Bar while eating.

"Hmm, basically everything is resolved. Thanks to your role as bait, the harvest was not bad."

William swallowed a mouthful of saliva: 'Hmm... proselytizing or whatever can be forgotten, but Isabet can still be a good friend, and it would be even better if it developed into a bedmate...'

He obediently walked behind the bar counter and began to get busy.

His expression suddenly turned pale; he sat up abruptly and began to recall.

Aaron left calmly, feeling slightly regretful.

His expression became even more bewildered: "That wasn't a dream... but at the end, I felt a bone-chilling cold... Was that the boss's Extraordinary Ability? Did he save me?"

"It was Quentin; he found me... and took me prisoner... Why... why wasn't I eaten in the end?"

The environment inside the bedroom suddenly became gloomy, and Luofuman watched in horror as a phantom Spirit Body regenerated from the void, taking the form of Aokelaier!

The Evil Spirit is reborn!

"Luofuman's trump cards were still too few. Even though he prayed hoarsely before his death, it did not elicit any response..."

He had never understood the laws of the Hidden Realm as deeply as he did at this moment—cherish life, stay away from the Mysterious!

'But Isabet has a great figure, especially her hip line...'

When William was diligently mopping the floor, Aaron finally finished his hot cocoa slowly and said: "You don't need to go to that club anymore; they shouldn't come to provoke you again... As for the 'Blood of Decay,' they will likely have to lay low for a while."

"The familiar ceiling... the familiar bedsheets, the familiar smell of the quilt... I, last night!"

William called out to the newsboy, took out a 1-penny coin, bought a newspaper, and browsed through it quickly, muttering to himself: "So, so many things happened in Plymouth last night... It really was an unsettled night."

Pushing the door open to enter the bar, William saw Aaron and hurriedly bowed to pay his respects: "About last night... thank you!"

The Blood Garment Club is just a club. Although Quentin might be a member of the 'Gourmet Association,' his current status is merely 'missing.' It is unknown how long it will take to confirm his death, discover the enemy, and assess the enemy's strength.

"Fortunately, the most important materials were still harvested."

Only the torn marks on his clothes showed that he had indeed been injured last night.

Clearly, every time an Evil Spirit dies, it requires decades or even centuries to resurrect; why is it that this Evil Spirit can cheat?

As for the 'Blood of Decay,' losing a Non-human Existence for no reason will also make them ache for a long time.

"Good morning, boss."

A look of despair appeared on his face.

Even when they discover the enemy is a Non-human Existence, whether they would go to war for an ordinary member is not even a question—Quentin is not worth it.

—Not coffee; today, finally, there is no need to do Coffee Divination or interpret those strange symbolic signs.

The freezing cold ice froze Luofuman's weak body.

The most critical thing is that because Aaron acted decisively and killed cleanly, he didn't even leave behind any clues for divination; they couldn't even find out who the murderer was!

Aaron stretched out his hand, letting the 'Secret Source Power' surge.

William pulled up his clothes and touched the location of the wound on his back, but it was completely smooth.

Snap!

Aokelaier snapped his fingers, and the cold and deathly silence emerged once again.

A moment later.

Demon insects immediately swarmed over, devouring all the bats and thoroughly extinguishing every trace of Luofuman's vitality...

William woke up to find himself lying in his rental apartment, on that incomparably familiar bed.

Aaron, having obtained a relic of a "Crimson" Non-human Existence, was drinking a cup of hot cocoa, looking to be in a good mood.

He gazed at a crimson fang in his hand, nodded with satisfaction, and his figure vanished rapidly.

"Wait, give me one too!"

Only now did he understand how ignorant and ridiculous his original idea of wanting to establish a Cult and develop members had been.

"Regardless of anything else, I survived..."

Bang!

With a single gunshot, Luofuman's frozen head shattered into pieces; amidst the ice, there were still blood-colored little bats trying to struggle.

William had actually had this thought for a long time; of course, he had not considered the aspect of marriage.

For two men and women working hard in Plymouth to comfort and warm each other was also a very normal thing.

(End of this chapter)