Palr hadn’t participated in such a joyful party for a long ti. As the storm approached, strange figures erged from everywhere, as if it were the last revelry before the apocalypse.
Unfettered Poetry Society.
Palr had heard about this organization, but he couldn’t recall the details clearly. He vaguely rembered it as an extrely secretive group of poets who almost never appeared in public, even the Order Bureau had scant records of them.
Now a poet from the Unfettered Poetry Society was standing in front of him, and judging from all of Canary’s actions, she was currently on the sa side as Palr.
"The thing you want is in the core area of the Paradise, but it’s already heavily protected." Canary hurried forward, seeming like she’s been here many tis, knowing all the roads quite well.
"We need to hurry, this first wave of attack is just cannon fodder. The Condensers from the Zongge Orchestra haven’t mobilized yet; once they board the ship, things will beco even more troubleso."
"Will you damn well stop!"
Palr cursed angrily, raising the gun to aim at Canary.
Canary also stopped talking, puzzled as she looked at Palr, not knowing what kind of nerves he was hitting.
Palr shouted, "Who are you!"
"Unfettered Poetry Society, Canary."
Canary repeated herself, puzzled if Palr hadn’t heard clearly earlier.
"I an..."
Palr faltered mid-sentence, unsure how to express his feelings, and after remaining mute for a dozen or so seconds, he finally found a word.
"Are we familiar?"
Previously, Palr was always the one getting acquainted with others readily, but today was the first ti he was treated this way by soone else.
Palr shouted, "Do you know who I am?"
"Order Bureau, Special Operations Group, Palr Clarks."
Canary had already morized Palr’s identity by heart; though this was Palr’s first encounter with Canary, for Canary, she had known Palr for a long ti.
To be precise, Canary knew everyone in the Special Operations Group.
Before this operation even started, the information of the Special Operations Group had already been communicated to Canary through Belphegor. She guessed that the noble observer was presently watching this unfold through her eyes.
Hearing his identity fully exposed, Palr pretended to be shocked and dazed, but in secret, every muscle and nerve were tensed, his finger pressing on the trigger, Secret Energy at the ready.
Palr’s professional instincts told him that the Canary in front of him was very dangerous, this suddenly appearing woman was far too mysterious and treacherous.
The atmosphere between them beca increasingly tense and oppressive. Just as Palr was about to act, Canary spoke up.
"I’m not your enemy, on the contrary, I’ve co to help you."
Canary was not fond of talking, but to gain Palr’s trust, she could only patiently say, "And you’ve felt it too, haven’t you? If I had malicious intent, you’d already be down."
Palr quieted down, realizing from the power Canary released when she broke through the Void Realm, that she was at least a Negative Power User. In that case, she could easily kill Palr while he wasn’t paying attention, leaving just Duwa.
A strange and powerful woman.
Palr said, "Continue."
Canary said, "Gold and his primordial artifact are in the core area of Paradise, personally protected by Nolen."
Palr asked, "Where did you get this information?"
The Order Bureau had been chasing down this intelligence, and it logically shouldn’t have been leaked, yet Canary seed to know more than they did.
Canary hesitated for a mont, then said, "You wouldn’t believe it."
When Nolen’s information reached the Order Bureau, Belphegor already knew about it and had conveyed it to her, the Devil’s transmission efficiency surpassed the Heart Core Net by an unknown magnitude.
Palr continued asking, "What’s your goal?"
"I’m hunting down a senior mber of the Zongge Orchestra. He’s well hidden, taking a long ti without finding a chance to assassinate him."
Canary confessed, "But today is different. To recover the primordial artifact, he’ll personally take action, which is a good opportunity for ."
"Want to cooperate?"
Faced with Canary’s invitation, Palr fell silent, lowering the raised gun, then suddenly pounding the wall beside him, frustrated.
Palr now missed Bologue greatly, realizing that such brain-burning segnts were indeed not suitable for him.
"Damn it, you’ve convinced !" Palr raged fiercely, "Lead the way!"
...
Wind and rain soaked Geoffrey’s lapels, the cold incessantly striking his nerves like the chill of waves raging within him.
Raindrops washed away the bloodstains on the Bone-breaking Knife as Geoffrey squinted, trying to avoid the raindrops disrupting his vision, his Canyin eyes carried a terrifying murderous intent. Soon, a blurry figure gradually erged beyond the rain mist.
"Truly an untily reunion."
Geoffrey lanted with a hint of sorrow in his tone; the scene he most dreaded had co to pass after all.
The figure erged through the rain mist, holding a gleaming long knife washed by the rain.
"Geoffrey?"
Hert looked at the golden-eyed tiger, a complex smile appearing on his face. According to his plan, Geoffrey shouldn’t have been here, then he realized he had been deceived by Lebius.
Hert said, "It’s been a long ti indeed."
"Want to reminisce?" Geoffrey’s words carried a hint of humor, yet his Ether remained high without showing any signs of decreasing, "After all, we haven’t t for over a decade."
"Reminisce? Better not, I have business to take care of today."
Hert raised the long knife, pointing behind Geoffrey, "My matters are urgent."
"No matter how urgent, it can spare so ti, right?" Geoffrey tightened his grip on the Bone-breaking Knife, trying to hold Hert back, "Or does that matter outweigh the reunion with an old friend?"
Hert withdrew his smile, his gaze cold and ruthless. He didn’t act recklessly but gradually boosted his Ether intensity, bringing himself into peak state.
A great battle was about to erupt.
"Stop looking, Lebius isn’t here."
Geoffrey straightforwardly said, "He still trusts you, he should be wreaking havoc at the Wrecked Ship Shore right now."
The mont Hert appeared before him, Geoffrey understood many things. This was a conspiracy, a trap that would engulf nurous forces together.
Hert said, "He didn’t fully trust , or you wouldn’t have appeared here."
Geoffrey smiled, "Trust goes both ways; if you trusted us absolutely, you wouldn’t be here either, would you?"
The long knife pointed at Geoffrey, Hert sighed deeply, "Step aside, Geoffrey, this matter doesn’t concern you."
Seeing Geoffrey quiet, Hert continued, "I’d rather not beco an enemy of a friend."
Geoffrey ignored him, instead looking towards the direction of Wrecked Ship Shore, casually saying, "Look, Hert, it’s a beautiful scene, isn’t it?"
Following Geoffrey’s gaze, Hert saw signal flares soar into the sky, shining brightly under the dense clouds, twisting brilliant trajectories in the gusts.
"You see, usually, we only resort to this ’primitive’ thod of ssaging when the Heart Core Net can’t cover the target."
Geoffrey adjusted his posture, raising the Bone-breaking Knife, facing off against Hert.
"Likewise, when we anxiously employ such ’primitive’ communication thods, it signifies the matter is urgent and important."
Geoffrey shed all smiles and affability, as if he was facing not a forr friend, but a stranger.
"Hert Motley."
The Canyin light brewed in Geoffrey’s eyes, the rampant Ether spread unrestrainedly, even disrupting the trajectory of wind and rain.
"Don’t proceed further."
Hert took a deep breath, knowing this battle was ultimately unavoidable. Ignoring Geoffrey’s warning, Hert stepped forward, his Ether intensity rising rapidly.
The wind shifted, raindrops cut short.
"Still the sa as ever!" Geoffrey almost instantaneously appeared before Hert, growling angrily, "You stubborn fool!"
Hert laughed wildly, as the heavy Bone-breaking Knife clashed with the slender long knife, the sharp ringing echoed against the accumulated water, creating dense ripples.
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