Chapter 202: Pink Pony

In this brief exchange, Lei En's invisibility technique was disrupted and failed, revealing his form.

He drew the Azure Sky Song, slowly retreated to the base of the bell tower, leaned against the stone wall, kept watch for a few minutes, and the Shadow Assassin still did not appear.

But in his perception, the sense of being watched lingered.

"He hasn't left yet."

Lei En clearly sensed it, yet could not locate the Shadow Assassin; evidently, the opponent must be hiding in the corresponding Shadow Plane of the nearby area.

The Ai Lun E Si world contains numerous planes.

The Yao Lei Se Continent where the Oriense Empire lies, the New Continent opposite the Wu Jin Zhi Hai, and other continents and oceans all belong to the Prime Material Plane, which has the largest space and the most species.

The Prime Material Plane is most closely linked with three planes: the Star Realm, the Ethereal Plane, and the Shadow Plane.

The Shadow Plane is a projection of the Prime Material Plane; the two overlap yet run parallel, interrelated, a result of the same spatial location existing in different dimensions.

Everything in the Prime Material Plane has a corresponding existence in the Shadow Plane.

It is a world of only black, white and gray; all other colors have been stripped away, the Prime Material Plane's projection is twisted here, the sky is perpetually pitch black, with neither sun nor starlight, and outsiders who enter rashly easily become lost until death.

Ordinary people cannot enter the Shadow Plane, but for the Shadow Assassin, the Shadow Plane is their greatest asset.

Without a means to breach planar boundaries, one can never strike an assassin hiding in the Shadow Plane.

Even Lei En cannot see the Shadow Assassin.

Truth Will can see through all stealth disguises, but cannot pierce planar barriers; it can only sense danger to a certain extent.

Lei En feels it is very tricky and somewhat passive.

Shadow warriors below the Legend rank pose no threat to him, but after advancing to Legend, they become so hard to deal with that they are almost invincible.

The sword just now, though it did not cause injury, pierced the skin and a thin line of fresh blood welled.

The assassin seemed not to have used full force, not activating "Tear" and "Blade Dance" to enlarge the wound. Of course, even if those two Elements were triggered, with a Tier‑3 iron body's defense, the injury would still be minor, at most a light wound.

After a stalemate of over ten minutes, Lei En still dared not let his guard down, knowing the legendary assassin was still present.

In a stretch of silence.

Lei En recalled the scene just now where the Shadow Assassin crouched atop the bell tower, observing Pi Li Nuo's manor.

In the dead of night, running here to scout the manor, they were likely an enemy of Pi Li Nuo, just like himself.

"The enemy of my enemy is my friend."

Perhaps this Shadow Assassin could become the catalyst that exposes the Mo Du nobles' conspiracy.

Lei En felt a stir in his heart and lowered his voice: "I don't know you, nor do I intend to be your enemy. If you bear a grudge against Pi Li Nuo, perhaps we could talk."

Half a minute later, a faint humanoid silhouette appeared on the balcony of a residential building to his left.

"State your name."

The Shadow Assassin's voice came from beneath the hood, sounding clear and bright, with a hint of magnetism.

Only then did Lei En have a chance to see the opponent's full appearance.

His upper body wore a white assassin's robe, attached to the hood, with a swallow‑tail hem hanging to the knees; a wide sash cinched his waist, holding a row of short blades, daggers and assorted tools; on the outer side of his left leg was a slender sword barely two fingers wide; beneath were black trousers, long‑booted leather boots, his steps steady and agile, making no sound.

The most noticeable feature was his arms, bound with a pair of exquisite bracers from which concealed sleeve swords could spring.

A small cape was tied to his left shoulder, covering only half; its outer side was white, while the lining was deep red.

Overall the attire was stylish and striking; such an all‑white assassin's garb should hinder movement at night and be highly conspicuous, yet its stealth was exceptionally effective— even when standing before you, one would instinctively overlook it, as if invisible.

Lei En immediately understood that this set of assassin's garb must be a high‑quality enchanted outfit.

And that small cape must be extraordinary, with high magical resistance; the lightning from the thorned electric armor's counterattack was blocked by the cape.

However, what truly surprised Lei En was that the Shadow Assassin's chest bore an extremely subtle fluctuation, as if some powerful entity had merged within, masking the opponent's soul.

Without Truth Will, Lei En would not have noticed its existence.

This item should have other functions!

The assassin's garb, the small cape, the sleeve swords, the slender sword, and an unknown mysterious item—a complete set of luxurious gear—give an already formidable assassin wings, making its power unfathomable.

Because he could not observe the opponent's soul emotions, Lei En's grasp of the conversation was less certain, and he could not make the most precise judgment.

He estimated only a sixty‑to‑seventy percent certainty.

After pondering for a few seconds, he decided to take the risk.

"I am Ryan Augustus, you should have heard my name," Lei En said truthfully.

"Earl of Glamorgan?"

The Shadow Assassin's voice wavered, evidently surprised by Lei En's identity.

"It seems you truly know me, so no further introduction is needed," Lei En nodded lightly, feeling rather pleased; from the opponent's reaction he sensed no hostility, and said, "Shall we have a proper talk now?"

The Shadow Assassin gave no reply; his gaze beneath the hood scanned Lei En up and down, as if trying to discern something.

"Now is not the time," he finally replied. "Tomorrow night, come to Pink Pony to find me; I am Yisu."

After speaking, he slipped into the Shadow Plane and vanished.

"Yisu..."

Lei En mulled over the name, certain he had never heard it before; it was likely just a codename.

At the same time, the feeling of being watched swiftly faded, indicating the Shadow Assassin had already retreated.

He looked up at the bell tower and the distant manor.

He re‑applied an invisibility scroll on himself, climbed to the top of the bell tower, crouched at the edge of the wooden eave, his Soul Eye pushed to the limit, the darkness receded from his view, and the entire manor fell within his sight.

Yet after observing for nearly half an hour, he found nothing.

"Return first."

Lei En descended the bell tower, ran back to the castle, slipped quietly into his bedroom, and the invisibility effect ended just in time.

The two gate‑keeping Extreme Warriors sensed the original body's return, and only then relaxed.

After dawn, Lei En proceeded with his usual meditation and training, ate breakfast, conducted interviews for hiring, governed his lands, and earnestly fulfilled his duties as a lord.

As evening approached, Lei En screened out the others, leaving Fa Bi An.

"Do you know what Pink Pony is?"

The wind elf's expression turned odd, and in a low voice replied, "Sir, Pink Pony is a brothel, and it's the most upscale brothel in Mo Du."

Lei En suddenly understood; no wonder Fa Bi An had that expression.

When he heard the name last night, he thought it didn't sound respectable, sparking all sorts of thoughts, and indeed it was a brothel… he had never visited one before…

Seems like a good opportunity, hehe!

"Hmm…" Lei En cleared his throat to mask his thoughts and asked, "I have an appointment tonight; where is it?"

Fa Bi An gave a look only a man could understand, "Pink Pony is within your domain, located in the Six Deep Corner commercial district."

"Got it." Lei En glanced at the eager Fa Bi An, shook his head and said, "I'll take you there another time. By the way, don't tell anyone I asked you about this; you must keep it secret for me."

"Alright, Sir, I wish you an enjoyable evening." Fa Bi An got up, looking a bit disappointed, and took his leave.

After night fell, Lei En took no retainers and drove his car out of the castle himself.

Halfway there, after confirming no one was following, he steered the car into a deserted side alley, swapped to a pre‑prepared license plate, used shape‑changing magic to alter his appearance, and then resumed the road.

The car sped on, the buildings on both sides grew taller, the streetlights shone brightly, like a city that never sleeps.

This is Glamorgan's busiest commercial street, called Six Deep Corner. Six Deep Corner is an alluvial plain formed by the Yero River, surrounded on three sides by water, roughly shaped like a protruding bird's beak; across the river lies Mo Du's old city district.

On this commercial street, the most eye‑catching sights are three skyscrapers that pierce the clouds, resembling Wizard towers, each with a distinct design, and in recent decades they have become landmark buildings of Mo Du.

Lei En drove while admiring the three towers.

These towers belong to the seven noble families of Mo Du; half are now his, and once he recruits enough personnel, he will move in and take over management.

Following the address Fa Bi An gave, the car arrived at the destination.

A five‑story building, sprawling over a vast footprint, stood on the bank of the Yero River; its exterior was dotted with rows of crystal lamps, bright as daylight, visible from afar.

At the roof sat a flashing sign that read "Pink Pony," extremely eye‑catching.

He had just parked the car downstairs.

Lei En heard a series of warbling and chatter from within, spoken in many different accents, interspersed with indecipherable cries that made his face blush and heart pound.

A dashing male elf attendant opened the door for Lei En and ushered him inside.

He stepped into the gilded, resplendent hall.

"Welcome, sir, to Pink Pony."

Beauties of varying charms lined up in two rows, bowing in unison; when they bent, one could instantly glimpse their unfathomably deep cleavage lines.

Lei En felt the whole world was a blinding white expanse, almost making his eyes water.

These women came from various races: mostly humans, then elves, fox‑folk with fluffy tails, muscular barbarians, petite gnomes, dark‑skinned, glossy‑haired Zor, silver‑haired high elves, and even a female naga with a fish tail lounging in water.

Whoa, this is so thrilling!

Who is the owner of this Pink Pony? Such vast power, managing to gather so many exotic beauties.

Looking at this setup, the spending must be high, the cash flow endless.

No, we have to raise taxes!

In such a high‑profit industry, heavy taxation is needed to indirectly rescue these wayward beauties!

Lei En felt a strange excitement, but fortunately didn't forget his business. He asked the alluring, scantily‑clad female elf, an old owl, "I'm Yisu's friend; where is he?"

"That lecher's friend?"

The female elf twirled a silk handkerchief, her bright eyes scanning the unremarkable Lei En, then said, "He's upstairs; come with me."