Viers was disappointed with Takju's way of thinking.
His ntality is old. He no longer has the ambition to rise up. Viers shook his head in pity. The fire in his heart is no longer burning and ashes are what’s left. Dreaming of simple life and small contentnt.
Viers looked into himself and he saw a blazing fire. Hot and cruel. There’s montum in cultivation. Once you've lost it, it is hard to gain the traction back.
Viers didn't realize the steps he took beca firr.
The Path of Power is a stage for the young people, or for the hungry, despite their age. ? I’m not stopping. Why should I? I’m hungry! Hungry for power and the wonders of life. Hmph, if Takju hoped for to beco a farr in a cultivation world, I can only say he was born in a wrong story.
There was still much to be done. He was not yet seventeen so youngness was his right. And Viers knew youngness was like an EXP multiplier when it cos to cultivation. He didn't want to waste it.
Viers returned to his room but an unexpected guest was waiting outside the window.
“ow...”
A black cat lightly tapped the glass with her paw. Kinda cute, actually. Viers smiled and permitted her entry.
“Good call to not try to sneak inside. There would be explosions otherwise,” Viers said while removing his helt and placing the tal on the table. He was still wearing a face-covering though.
“I know,” the cat morphed into a human. “That’s why I waited. What kind of man places bomb traps inside his own sleeping room?”
What’s wrong with it? Evil overlords often place a self-destruct button in their bases, right?
Viers sat down and gestured to Izabella to do the sa. Her condition seed better now, the face was looking healthier than before. Her fashion sense was still the sa though, bold and sexy witch’s clothes with a big pointed hat. Combined with her pretty face and long red hair, it beca a lethal combination.
“How co you still have your clothes after you shapeshifted? You're supposed to be naked,” Viers was honestly curious. ‘Cause I ended up naked every ti I changed my form, he thought.
“...My clothes are enchanted,” Iz shifted her sitting posture a bit, trying to change her posture.
“Hehe, apologies. I don't an to stare,” Viers chuckled.
“To business then?” Izabella asked.
“To business,” Viers nodded. “I’m surprised you ca back. I didn't think you would.”
“Says the hostage-taker,” Izabella grumbled.
“So, where have you been?”
Izabella explained that she had been taking refuge in the Yasterah cult’s branch in the city. She also got treated there.
“The Blood Church’s situation is quite bad. We put enormous resources into the operation in Marakkus and it ended in total failure. We even lost two Level 5s, so Level 4s, and many other mbers. The Blood Church has been weakened significantly.”
“Hmm.”
“I t soone in the city, Blood Exarch Lim. He’s one of the three Level 4s other than Irkun’s father and my sister. He’s the only higher-up that managed to get away from the debacle. He also ca here after Marakkus.”
“Hoh.”
“He told that my sister is still alive but has been taken to the Tower of Remorse,” Iz grimaced.
Ah, this world’s Azkaban. I’ve heard of it.
“Lim has offered to be my patron. The Blood Church needed to rebuild its strength so they would lay low for the ti being.”
“Is the BC so frail that losing a pair of Level 5 shook its very foundation? I thought this Yasterah fellow is on par with Estelle in terms of strength,” Viers asked.
“Of course there are still a bunch of Level 5s left on our side but they're all busy people. For the ti being, the… BC’s influence in this sector would be minuscule. As for , I also have to do a lot of tasks from the cult in order to recoup the losses.”
Busy people, what a convenient excuse. Who knows what they are doing right now.
“And I didn't find any body-creating thods.”
“Mmm.”
“So… that's it. What do you want to do?” Seeing Viers just listened to her while replying almost half-heartedly every ti, Izabella asked the heart of the matter.
Stolen novel; please report.
“What do you an?” Viers’ turn to be confused.
“You want to be your spy, right? What do you want to do?” Izabella said in the manner of a school kid who didn't want to do any howork but only did so because it was a requirent.
“I don't have any assignnts for you, just chatting like this is enough. Perhaps I’ll ask sothing occasionally but not now.”
“So what am I supposed to do then!?” She unconsciously raised her voice.
These few days Izabella had been lost. Floundering in the dark without guidance. Unsure about the future.
“What do you want to do?” Viers replied back.
“I want to save my sister!”
“Then save her.”
“Are you not listening? Nobody has escaped the Tower of Remorse, not in the last five hundred years!”
“Ah, so there has been a breakout before. Not so impossible then,” Viers said lightly. A bit disappointed that the prison wasn't so ‘impregnable’.
His remark seed to irk Izabella but Viers cut her off and spoke first.
“How important is your sister to you? How far are you willing to go for your dear sister?”
“She ans the world to ,” Iz replied without missing a beat. “I’ll not hesitate to trade my life for hers.”
“I’ll hold you to that. So your course of action seems clear to . Get stronger and rise to the top of the Blood Church then storm the Tower with the whole might of the Blood Church at your back.”
“...That’s lunacy,” Iz took a sharp breath.
“Hey, that’s just my opinion. If you have another option, I’m all ears.”
Izabella fell into silence for a while then she perked up. “I can be a nace, creating plagues and disasters to demand my sister’s release. Or I can make arrangents to take down the Tower rather than forcefully breaking in. Or-”
Viers smiled when seeing Izabella had rekindled her fighting spirit.
“Whatever the case, it is better if you have a high position and have more resources to make use of. You're in luck then, aren't the BC currently lacking in people? Suffered a deep loss? There’s a power vacuum above you. I sll opportunity,” Viers said his sweet whispers.
“...It won't be easy...”
“It won’t.”
“...I might need help.”
“You might.”
Izabella looked straight at the mysterious man in front of her. Background unknown, ans unknown, but he couldn't be underestimated. He had been leading her by the nose to this point.
“...Will you help to get to the top of the Blood Church?”
Viers crossed his legs and arms perfectly resting on his sides. It was the second ti Izabella saw the Godfather pose.
“What’s in it for ?”
And so Izabella struck a deal with the devil, she just hadn't realized it yet.
There was a sudden knock on the door that took away the serious atmosphere out.
“Co in,” Viers said after putting his helt back on.
“Master, you have guests. It’s- Ah! Chacha! You’re back!” Boram said and he was surprised to see the cat again.
She’s quick, Viers thought about her transformation.
Viers was about to ask who but three kids popped out their heads.
“Ehehe, We’ve co to play, Mister Knight,” Harry said.
“And to properly thank you for saving us,” Marc added.
“...Apologies for intruding,” Milly lightly bowed.
So many unexpected happenings today.
“Welco kids… Kids, this is Boram, my apprentice. Boram, they are Harry, Marc, and Milly. Be nice to each other, yes?” Viers lifted Chacha by the neck despite her protest and put her on Boram’s arms. “I’m a bit busy today. How about you all play together?”
“Master?” Boram looked confused.
“It’s your reward for becoming a Level 2. Go have fun.”
“Woooah! You’re a Level 2? But you look younger than ! How did you do it? Tell , tell !” Harry beca like a hamster on caffeine.
“Have fun~” The kids went away together as Viers waved his goodbye.
Phew… so tiring.
***
While walking, Viers was strategizing. About his approach to his latest ‘business venture’. Viers decided he wasn't going to spoon-feed Izabella. Having a high-ranking insider in the BC would be great but it would mainly depend on her ability. Viers would act when there were enough benefits but he wasn't going to risk his life for Izabella. Viers only planned to gain as much value as he can from her. They still might well turn into enemies in the end.
It is an investnt. If it does work out then great. If it does not, hhh, ti to cut my losses and move on. The world of business is cruel that way.
“Woah… Master, so many ships! Amazing!”
Boram’s cry of wonder chased away Viers’ daydream. The port of Regidana was a splendid sight indeed. The place was overflowing with activity. Sailors tying the ropes of a ship, rchants hawking their wares, a minotaur moving humongous crates, and so on. Just like Boram, he too enjoyed the sight.
Viers, Boram, and Takju were wearing disguises and ca to the port because it was ti for Takju’s ship to set sail. The disguise might not be necessary but it was better to be safe than sorry.
“Well, this is goodbye then.” Viers extended his hand. “Good luck to you.”
“I’m in your debt, young Avel” Takju shook his hand. “I hope our paths cross again. Take care of yourself. This is for you, as a token of my gratitude.”
Viers took the cube of smooth tal and nodded. It was a nice gift.
“C’mon Boram, say your goodbyes,” Viers lightly shoved Boram forward. The kid looked like he was about to cry.
“Mister Takju...”
The giant in disguise knelt so their eye levels were at the sa height. “There’s no need for tears, boy. I’m sure you’ll beco soone great. I’ve one last gift for you. Take this.”
Takju poked Boram’s forehead with his finger.
“You’ll be able to use this well,” Takju said kindly.
Boram looked confused at first then he gave Takju a hug. And Takju hugged back.
The two of them stood on the port while sea winds blew sowhat strongly, watching the ship Takju was on becoming smaller and smaller on the horizon.
“What did he give you?” Viers asked.
“Profound Codex, Earthborn Amalgam,” Boram said while holding his tears back.
Ah, my gamble pays off then. Nice.
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