Chapter 2021: Chapter 674: In the Face of Murphy’s Frenzied Provocation, Origin’s Response Is…
They are attracted by the war in front of them and naturally unable to understand what is happening beneath their steady position. Ha, I feel I’ve already grasped victory, but I just want to deliver despair to them at the last mont!
They think the Wolf People are all fools, but they ignore that while the Split Claw Clan pursues strength, they also worship wisdom.
I said it, our ultimate objectives differ, but we can cooperate amidst the Black Disaster.
Oh, by the way.
There’s one thing you might be interested in, Murphy… that lord of Transylvania, the Vampire Lord whom you’ve always seen as a thorn in your side. My people have confird he’s at Blackfla Mountain Pass, commanding a strange group of ‘undead’.
It’s precisely because of their activity that my attacks have suffered setback after setback.
I’ve already lost three Military Governors, two of whom are related to him.
This kid is a threat!
To both sides.
I don’t know the grudge between you and him, but if you need, I can arrange an assassination.”
“No need! This is our business; let’s solve it ourselves.”
Origin rejected the offer outright.
But she clearly did not plan to let Murphy off easily, especially after confirming his location; Origin’s attention imdiately shifted.
She very perfunctorily completed her plans with the matriarch of the Wolf People, then severed the connection.
Origin opened her eyes.
It seed like a person waking quietly from sleep.
But she actually hadn’t truly slept. After that painful death years ago, she had already bid farewell to sleep and dreams.
Dreams are dangerous; they are the secret realms where a person’s spirit interacts with the world, and are the easiest places to penetrate.
Especially for an experienced heretic, protecting oneself in dreams is far more difficult than in the material world. The dreams on this continent aren’t safe either, hiding so very ancient and fearso entities.
Nightmare Tyrant Baphot counts as one, but it’s not the sole manifestation of nightmare power in the material world. Subspace shadows excel at this silent infiltration.
Origin is one of the leaders among the heretics, but she remains as vigilant of subspace as others, precisely because she better understands their form of existence; hence Origin never overly involves herself in the interactions between subspace and the material world.
In this regard, Origin’s faction in the Twilight Organization should be classified as “conservative.”
“Ding Ding”
The door of the Witch Cafe was pushed open.
Origin, just awakened and busy at the bar… uh, in this situation, she should be called “Manager Luna.”
She put a can of coffee beans into the grinder by her side, without looking at the guy who had just entered and sat directly at the bar.
She busied herself and asked, without looking up:
“So, my assistant barista…”
“He’s dead.”
The man in a weird denim outfit shrugged and said:
“I consulted with the Monk Leader’s side, but they’re telling Jude Luo’s consciousness hasn’t returned to subspace, he’s dead, both body and soul obliterated. Even the supposedly omnipotent subspace shadows couldn’t protect poor Jude Luo.
A force capable of bypassing subspace’s blessing and directly killing us has erged, and it’s not the first ti it’s happened.
Ah, it’s really frightening.
Ever since the Transylvania Governor appeared, Mrs. Cecilia, I, the explorer, and now Jude Luo, even you, all five actions failed entirely, and all are related to Mr. Murphy.
I went to Westerburg last night.
I must regretfully inform you that a remarkable priest of the Death Moon Society has intervened there. Under the attention of Netherworld Will, we ‘thieves’ can’t act freely as before.
You know, Manager.
I don’t believe in fate, but now it seems this Murphy really is our natural nesis.”
“Then eliminate him.”
Luna continued her work, speaking with the cold deanor of a high-cold half-elf barista:
“If he’s going to cause trouble, then give him a lesson that reaches his core after he disrupts everything. You’re right, that guy has so strange power to restrain subspace’s blessings; he’s a suspected chosen one of the creator, our natural enemy!
So we need soone who can’t be restrained by him to carry out this task. Do you have any suggestions?”
“Aren’t you the best candidate for an assassin?”
The “explorer” sitting at the bar joked:
“With your intervention, we can rest easy… oh, also, you can’t appear before Lady Triss at this ti; it’s far removed from the perfect scene you’ve designed for your reunion with her. Alas, not to criticize you, my dear Manager.
You’re good at everything except you seem to muddle up when it cos to matters related to Lady Triss.
But it’s not really your fault; which rebellious child dares to act wild before their mother?
Or, I could think about removing this weakness for you?”
“Alright.”
Manager Luna placed a freshly brewed coffee before the explorer. She lifted her head, her eyes glowing with an alarming blood-red light. She lay over the counter like a slacking old Manager and said to the employee in her shop:
“You can try, but don’t assu those flimsy puppets of yours can harm my Triss… my mother. Go find soone to do the work. The Monk Leader previously suggested we accept new companions, but the latter has yet to contribute even a bit to the Twilight’s endeavor.”
“The guy sacrificed his holand, Manager; you’re too harsh.”
The explorer picked up the coffee, slled it, then sipped with a smile, praising:
“Wow, a beautiful, rich coffee with a hint of subspace taste; it’s an exquisite experience. Uh, you have a guest now; I won’t disturb you.”
With that said, the explorer stood up with the cup of coffee potent enough to poison a small town. The scenery around Luna “froze” at that mont, then vanished like shattered glass.
She raised her head again in the genuine material world, seeing a small vampire hugging a chanical squirrel toy, peeking in and asking:
“Excuse , is your café still open?”
“Of course, cute little guest.”
Manager Luna displayed a gentle smile, greeting:
“Co in quickly, let make you a cup of coffee…”
“Ah? No, I’m here to deliver sothing!”
Little Sheron shook her head, smiled shyly, then twisted the wind-up key of the chanical squirrel in her hand.
She raised her head and told Luna:
“This is a gift from Sir Murphy to you subspace cultist bastards! This is also the price demanded by countless souls from Westerburg that you must pay! Die! You filthy pest!”
“!!!”
“Boom”
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