The trembling undercover is still undercover, and the daring, reckless one is also undercover. At worst, it’s just death. Does it matter how you die?
He had just received a reward from Mr. Gemini, and with money in hand, he spent freely, enjoying it as it ca. His teacher had ntioned in a dream that soon there would be a rare magic potion sent to him, enough for his promotion. This was a blessing from the Nether God, carrying the deity’s blessing.
As a mber of the Cardinal Hall, he was well aware of the value of such a potion. Generally, magic potions didn’t have much effect in understanding a Divine Relic; most of them enhanced the body, spiritual ability, or supernatural powers. But there was one type of potion that could—the kind only the Church Court possessed, a divine potion. In essence, a Divine Relic carried a portion of a deity’s power, and this divine potion could directly bring out the abilities of the Divine Relic, assisting the bearer in direct promotion. It was invaluable, not sothing a follower could obtain unless they had great rit and absolute loyalty.
Moreover, the person who consud the potion also gained the identity of the deity’s favored, an undoubtedly deserving reward for soone like Cantona, who had put his life on the line for so long. It eased so of his grievances.
If he could unlock the Fourth Life Star, it would greatly increase his survival rate on Five Claw Island. At his age, it could reignite the possibility of becoming an Angel.
Cantona ordered a bottle of Black Label, sitting in the corner of the bar. The bar was incredibly noisy, but Cantona drank quietly, comfortably. The bartender finished serving a group of patrons and ca over, pouring himself a glass and clinking glasses with Cantona.
"Waiting for soone?" the bartender asked with a smile.
"Oh?"
"You’re waiting quite obviously," the one-eyed bartender chuckled. "Anyone can see that."
Cantona shrugged indifferently, sipping the spicy Black Label.
"The Netherworld Sea is getting more and more lively now, not just on our Five Claw Island, but everywhere. More opportunities have arisen. We just got a new batch of goods, so of which are of pretty good quality. Want to try one?" the bartender asked. He appreciated custors who were generous and never caused trouble.
"You offer that kind of service here too?" Cantona asked, twirling his glass and glancing at the eager bartender.
"You know well, it’s a legitimate bar here; how could I not? We just cater to high-end clients, good work, fewer issues. Want to try?"
"Really good?"
"Of course, I never sell fake goods here. I spent quite a bit to bring her in; she just arrived on the island yesterday, still in training. Help test the goods."
Cantona chuckled and did not refuse; a man who licks blood off the knife’s edge has needs, and Claw Claw Boss had so credibility.
After finishing his drink, Cantona headed to the back door of the bar. The noise suddenly dissipated, the moonlight on the island was particularly vivid, dyeing the earth red. A woman in a worn cloak stood silently waiting for him.
Amid the haze, she seed to have a rather beautiful face, fair skin, and a sexy, enchanting body. It was obvious she ca from inland, a noblewoman on the mainland as well. In an instant, Cantona’s heart felt a surge of heat, but in the next mont, his gaze cleared, and the alcohol’s effects faded.
The noblewoman looked Cantona over, "You look quite hungry, not taking back?"
"You could have waited for in bed; why take the long way around?" Cantona leaned against the wall and lit a cigarette.
The noblewoman laughed enchantingly, linking arms with Cantona, "You are strong and wealthy, keeping is perfectly reasonable."
"Is Big Eye one of us?"
"No, he’s not. People like him don’t offend anyone, and certainly not the Church Court. Just borrowing a way."
Lunaray, Cantona’s forr colleague at the Cardinal Hall, later transferred to another departnt.
"Did you bring the stuff?" Cantona asked, noting the Church Court’s efficiency this ti.
"No, not that quickly. I have other tasks. Just stopping by to make contact. They said to aid your acceptance into the Death Church, they could arrange so assassinations or even a warrant." Lunaray pressed herself closely to Cantona, who held her seductive body, his hands moving in the shadows. From a distance, the two seed to have lost control over their passions.
"Who’s in charge here?" Cantona questioned.
"For tasks concerning the Death Church, I’ll cooperate with you," Lunaray said. "My main task is to establish an intelligence network in the Netherworld Sea to gather information on the Wish Book. The magic potion will take so ti to arrive, and more personnel will enter the Netherworld Sea by then."
"No need for assassinations or a warrant; I’ve got my own arrangents," Cantona laughed, knowing the Nether God’s Court had a weak influence here, but soone was always present. A fake act could easily turn into reality with the Church Court’s style.
They spoke with their faces close, their bodies intertwined, walking slowly.
"Whatever you say," Lunaray replied. "You’ve been away from the Church for many years. I never thought we would et again; it’s a miracle."
Under the moonlight, Lunaray’s eyes shone with what seed like admiration, enough to arouse a man’s wild nature.
"Yes, I heard you were the one who reported back then?" Cantona smiled.
"Back then, I was your closest lover. How could you escape trial without my report?" Lunaray replied, her pitiful gaze tinged with helplessness, yet without sha.
Knowing full well that ninety-nine percent of her deanor was an act, Cantona still couldn’t bear to be ruthless; perhaps this was the power of a seductive woman. "You’re the sa as back then, only your acting has improved."
"Sir, such an old matter, can’t you let it go? You’re destined for great things, why fuss over a woman like , with a reputation like mine? Because of your performance, the First Secretary shone in the Cardinal Hall. Though the other two leaders said nothing, catching them speechless was quite shocking. You have limitless prospects, and soone as insignificant as is nothing but a bubble," Lunaray chuckled. The struggle among the three secretaries had gone on for a long ti. They thought it would be a chance to push Lord Onella Murti down, only to be slapped in the face instead.
Cantona ignored the flattery, staring at Lunaray’s face intently: "After lingering for so long, isn’t it exposing us if we don’t do sothing, don’t you think?"
"At your discretion, sir, it’s all for work and a shared faith. As long as you don’t mind, I will cooperate fully."
Suddenly, Cantona lifted Lunaray by the waist, tossing away the cigarette butt. His stubbly face rubbed harshly against Lunaray’s fair cheek, her delicate skin imdiately reddening from the friction. Taking a deep breath, Cantona’s voice turned a bit hoarse: "The moon is nice tonight; I’m going to swing you to death!"
In the night, the island was filled with the extravagant and noisy sounds of n and won. Cantona clutched the voluptuous body tightly and leaped, leaving only the echoes of a woman’s coquettish laughter at the alley’s mouth...
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