Chapter 65: Moonlit Youth

Ke Litte stood anxiously outside the living room, waiting for the dragon to awaken.

She nervously bit her finger, went to the dining room and brewed herself a cup of honey tea; the warm tea soothed her nerves, and she quietly walked to a chair and sat down gently.

Cold Iron had already been returned by Mensa, but her negligence still lingered; Ke Litte clearly remembered the words spoken when the dragon bestowed the Dragon Blood Bath on her four‑person squad.

"You are too weak, so grow, my Dependents, and do not disappoint me."

The living room clock ticked away steadily, and a night passed.

At dawn, the first ray of sunlight entered the living room through the stained‑glass window, refracting dreamy rainbow light onto Naimi Xisi's eyelids.

He woke up.

"Um Ke Litte, are you drinking honey tea? My favorite, brew me a cup."

Ke Litte stood up hurriedly, "I'll be right there."

The girl skillfully took out a blanket, poured honey into it, then added Naimi Xisi's favorite Tumi's black tea, mixing them.

Naimi Xisi reverted to human form, took the cup handed by the girl, and the warm sweet tea flowed down his throat, followed by a faint bitterness.

"How long have I slept, Ke Litte?"

"Ten days, master," Ke Litte answered awkwardly.

Naimi Xisi squinted, took another sip of tea, and asked casually, "You seem a bit nervous, Ke Litte? What happened?"

Ke Litte was silent for a moment, then in one breath recounted everything that had occurred, lowering her head, her heartbeat slightly quickening as she awaited the master's rebuke.

"Cha Rui Si·Luo Sa?" Naimi Xisi unusually did not lose control; he simply took another sip of honey tea and quietly mulled over the protagonist of the story.

It was that Tok again; the other still obeyed the orders of the successor of the Luo Sa family.

Having just slept a satisfying long nap, the cheerful Naimi Xisi now had enough patience to consider how to handle it.

That Tok must die; that is paramount.

Cha Rui Si·Luo Sa will closely follow his loyal subordinate's trail, but Men De·Luo Sa and the numerous guards in the castle pose a problem, requiring careful deliberation.

"Master?"

Having heard no sound for a long while, Ke Litte was somewhat puzzled.

Naimi Xisi came to his senses; he did not blame Ke Litte, because he knew the gap between Tok and Ke Lan Jia Ting was huge, a non‑combat offense.

In fact, this time he would act personally to silence that annoying flea. — Night, outer district of Degeng City, Tok mercenary camp.

A mercenary group, unlike an adventuring party, is usually founded by one or several mid‑to‑high‑level professionals, who recruit many local thugs and low‑level workers to rally around them, forming a combat organization.

Mercenary groups typically garrison in a city, radiating hiring business around that city, and have little conflict of interest with adventuring parties that roam far and wide.

Only the Iris Adventuring Party is special; through a general store they have set foot in Degeng City, and with Ke Litte's formidable strength they can barely keep themselves safe from the Tok mercenary group.

Plainly put, a mercenary group is a gang that uses many local thugs as Cannon Fodder.

For that reason, the Tok mercenary group purchased a large tract of land in the outer district to serve as their camp.

At the center of the camp's surface is a huge training arena for the mercenaries, and besides that, a lavishly decorated reception hall.

The mercenaries' quarters lie in the basement of the reception hall, a massive underground space housing the residences of hundreds of the Tok mercenary group.

At this moment inside the camp, most mercenaries had fallen asleep, the training arena was empty, and only a few patrolling mercenaries were on duty at the watchtower surrounding the camp.

Tok was in his office at that moment, leafing through a list.

"There are still two beggars on East Street of the outer district, and the five outsiders Fei De Li was tracking can now be netted; this batch still lacks three," he stared for a while, then viciously threw the list onto the table, his hands gripping his brow, his furrowed brows capable of crushing a fly.

"This damned job, it's not something a human does; what the baron has taken to trust that Sai Er‑brought lunatic so much."

He looked at the void with reverent awe, hypocritically praying in his heart for the gods' forgiveness.

Suddenly, massive explosions roared overhead, the ceiling shuddered, dust rained down, and books on the table scattered across the floor from the tremor.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!" frantic voices came from the corridor.

Tok's grim face twisted as he flung the door open, seized a mercenary by the collar, and asked coldly, "What happened?"

The mercenary stammered, "The blast is an explosion, sir; the ground suffered an explosive strike, preliminarily suspected to be alchemical gunpowder or an attack by several Spellcasters."

"Damn!"

Tok hurried back to his room, donned white magical armor, grabbed a hammer, and rushed toward the exit.

Most resting mercenaries had gathered here, and the stairs leading to the ground were blocked by rubble.

"All of you, move aside!" Tok shouted, pushing aside several blocking mercenaries.

He stepped before the rubble, his arm muscles swelling unnaturally.

"Hoo!!"

Tok roared, and the hammer in his hand, wielding colossal force, smashed the rubble, breaking it into finer stones.

A portion of the blocked passage cleared instantly; Tok swung the hammer again, continuously clearing the debris until the passage finally emerged.

"All of you, get out!" Tok commanded coldly, and many mercenaries frightened by the explosion scrambled through the dark passage toward the ground.

When Tok reached the first floor of the reception hall, his eyes widened to the brink of bursting.

He painfully realized that the reception hall he had built with countless gold coins had turned to ruins, and the bright Selennye hung in the sky, mysterious moonlight bathing the people among the wreckage.

"Who! Who is it!" Tok demanded angrily.

"Boss, look!" a mercenary pointed nearby.

Tok looked over, his expression turning serious.

A black veil covered the sky, moonlight like white frost blanketed the earth, and atop the watchtower, a silver‑haired youth in a black robe stood in the air.

He held a book, his silver hair cascading to his feet like a waterfall; the gold‑rimmed glasses on his face glimmered faintly in the moonlight, and a pure black five‑pointed star pendant hung at his chest.

"Tok?" the youth tilted his head and asked.

Tok said gravely, "I am you; you came here tonight and destroyed my camp in an instant—what exactly do you intend?!"

The silver‑haired youth nonchalantly flipped through his book and replied, "You've caused me quite a trouble, Tok."

"Disturbing my business, looting my property, humiliating my subordinates."

My Dependents proposed to me, they want to assassinate you for me, cut your throat in your sleep, kill your beloved relatives, and let them accompany you down into the nine layers of hell.

I vetoed it.

He closed the book, his yellowish pupils gazing into Tok's eyes; in Tok's expression that made him shiver, they instantly turned into vertical pupils.

Because I will personally deal with you, worm.

(End of chapter)