A brave man may not live, but he cannot die

Chapter 141 The Hero Hunting Plan (Revised)
The rain and mist obscured the two figures on the eaves and rooftops.

After escaping the Woodcutter's Street, which served as a black market, one could see colorful awnings between old residential buildings to shelter from the rain, orc porters hurrying along carrying goods in the downpour, the occasional bell of a chocobo cart ringing, steam rising in the distance, hymns drifting from the church, the city's waterways merging with the rain and sky, and a solitary wisteria tree shielding the clamor from view.
Looking around, the scenery was completely different from what they usually saw. Strands of sunlight fell on the two of them through the clouds. Quinn carried the girl on his back, weaving between chimneys and rooftops. The mottled or brightly colored bricks and tiles flashed before their eyes. The smell of broth and bread wafted from behind the chimneys. The streets and alleys were winding and the crowds gathered and dispersed noisily. The two of them looked down at the mountain city, and summer and humanity unfolded in grand style before their eyes.

This is a thriving city; no city in Tamouran can better exemplify the ever-moving wheels of time than Eswell.

Of course, not everything is so wonderful.

If you don't look at the dark alleys hidden by tall buildings, the factories tucked behind iron gates, or the corners of the streets, the dark side of the city will not be revealed, but will silently slip by beneath those scenes.

A housewife humming a tune while baking bread at home might be a cult member; a debt collector who has just cut off a gambler's finger might just be a slightly old-fashioned but kind uncle in the eyes of his neighbors; every day countless newcomers pour in, from the battlefields of the Western Continent, from pirate ships in the South Seas, from being hunted down by various countries. But most are refugees or speculators who come to try their luck.

Every day, many people disappear without a trace. Perhaps a destitute beggar appears under the eaves, a mutilated corpse lies in the gang's junkyard, a name is crossed off the cult's looting list, or a rumor spreads that someone has made a fortune and moved to East Wales.
From a high vantage point, this is what is known as the masses of humanity.

On Quinn's broad back, Chaldie held his shoes and socks in one hand and held an umbrella for him in the other. Her bare feet swayed with Quinn's jumping movements as she gazed at the vast scenery, somewhat lost in thought.

"Quinn." Because she was holding something in both hands, her pretty little chin poked his head.

"Ok?"

"You're so amazing." Her voice was soft and sweet, not a casual compliment, but a statement of admiration.

"I feel so too."

Carrying a person on his back, he can still leap and traverse the city using only the edges and corners of the building eaves, just like a superhero.

"How long can you superhumans live?"

"It's hard to say," Quinn thought for a moment. "According to the books, the saints of the Holy See have lived for over a thousand years, and the president of the Adventurers' Guild is also an old man from Link's era. Some outstanding individuals should be able to live quite a long time."

"Like a god?"

“It shouldn’t be that exaggerated.” Quinn’s eyes remained fixed on the road ahead. “Don’t try it, being a superhuman is a life-or-death gamble.”

When I took the [Thief] potion, that feeling of falling into an abyss returned.

This time, however, the code and system pop-up window were not seen.

Perhaps due to his heroic nature, Quinn did not feel out of control even when frequently using his supernatural powers.

But undeniably, his mindset is quite different now than when he first arrived.

Perhaps it's because he's experienced more, or perhaps it's because his horizons have broadened, or perhaps it's because this incredible body allows him to view things more calmly.

In the past, whether he could or not, he would never have carried a girl on his back while scaling walls and rooftops.

Xia Dai'er was very light—that was his feeling. It made no difference whether he carried her or not, but carrying her was more efficient.

If we're talking about lightness, Xia Dai'er is definitely not as light as Lin, who is a petite loli. At first glance, her figure looks thin, but once you feel her somewhat unfair breasts, you'll know that she can't be too thin. She's a girl who is not very noticeable but actually quite fleshy. Her thighs are like cotton that can sink into your hand. She is the opposite of Amamiya Nene.

But they're not thick, definitely not like elephant legs. They're more like Rikka Takarada, the female lead in "SSSS.GRIDMAN"—plump but with great lines.

Bare little feet would accidentally brush against the side of the leg, creating a sense of ambiguity and intimacy. Quinn wasn't a rough guy without dating experience; he certainly knew what it meant when a girl unintentionally expressed intimacy and trust towards a member of the opposite sex.

He looked at the city walls in the distance.

Bend your knees, inhale, take one step, two steps, and finally, get over it!
As the rain curtain parted, the crowds queuing at the distant checkpoint and the patrolling law enforcement officers paid no attention to the smuggling in the sky, revealing the bustling world of East Wales.

If I were to spend my entire life in this other world, then perhaps Xia Dai'er would be a good marriage prospect.

She is innocent, kind, well-mannered, from an distinguished family, very beautiful, and has a great figure. As a woman, she is almost flawless.

She also likes herself very much.

If Quinn could become Grindelwald's teacher, even if he were penniless, marrying Branson's daughter would be no problem at all; in fact, it would be considered an honor for Branson's family. There would be no obstacles between them from dating to marriage.

But
Quinn had no idea where his future lay.

Will he return to Earth, die at the hands of Lin or the academy, or be discarded by the Demon King after he has served his purpose?
But it's impossible to live out one's life peacefully in another world.

The divination scene was truly baffling.

Since you're leaving, there's no need to hold the girl back.

Feeling the girl's face seem to want to lean quietly on his shoulder, Quinn didn't say anything, but just stretched his neck forward to avoid being too intimate.

When her intentions were exposed and she sensed a subtle resistance, Xia Dai'er's eyes became somewhat dejected.

Although it was summer, and one should dress more lightly, Chaldale, as the daughter of the Branson family, couldn't be as promiscuous as those girls from the Western Continent. Her little dress barely covered her knees, revealing not much skin.

But when Quinn said he would carry her on his back, she pretended to adjust her skirt, but actually lifted it up slightly so that he could touch her skin.

Although it wasn't quite her buttocks, this bold move still made Xia Dai'er's heart race for a while.

However, Quinn did not react at all.

He acted as if he hadn't noticed the girl's little thoughts, neither reminding her to cover her skirt nor making any other move.

His hand simply dangled there, remaining as stable as a prosthetic limb no matter how he ran or jumped. There was no kneading or any slightly suggestive or offensive gesture; the girl's body seemed to hold no attraction for him whatsoever.

This made Xia Dai'er very frustrated.

A man's politeness is very pleasing.
But I'm also afraid he'll move, and I'm also afraid he won't move.
She had read many romance novels, biographies of heroes, musicals from the East, and conversations between girls at school. But she still didn't know how to take things to the next level.

In novels, she can easily read the psychological descriptions of each character in each scene, and understand what they are thinking and what they want to do.

However, this isn't a novel, so I don't know what you're thinking.
A wave of melancholy washed over her, and suddenly, a surge of courage, a torrent of emotions, rushed to her head. She buried her face in Quinn's shoulder, her eyes tightly shut, and cried out as if she were about to give up, "Quinn—"

"We're almost there."

"I'll come out with you to catch bad guys whether you call me or not. I'll skip class to come out, I'll even skip Sundays. Don't you understand? I like it."

"Oh, you really like catching bad guys?" Quinn suddenly realized.

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Speechless with anger at the sudden stop of the Great Earth, it took Xia Dai'er a while to recover before she muttered, "Yes, I really like catching bad guys."

"That's good. I'll take you out to catch bad guys again next week."

Her little feet were stretched far away, and she didn't touch him the whole way.

It took less than half an hour to get from Seville to Ankuya's house.

Quinn put Chaldale down, and apart from a slight increase in heart rate, he did not feel tired or uncomfortable.

This shows just how terrifying his physical abilities are now. The intensity of this half-hour exercise is no less than pushing a heavy cart in the abyss. If he were to do it again now, he could probably push it for a whole day.

Captain Abyss said yes.

The villas in Ankuya remain unchanged, hidden in the lush garden vegetation, with the treetops completely blocking the windows. Perhaps this is the kind of mysterious neighbor who never shows his face, but whose existence you know he has.

Although Ankuya lived far from the city center, it was a quiet neighborhood where everyone was relatively well-off. The surrounding houses were not bad, and there were even posters of Elon on the walls, calling on citizens to come and listen to his lecture on Arcane Day, July 1st.

This young representative has been enjoying unprecedented popularity lately.

His reputation, power, and even his influence in parliament reached an unprecedented level.

The reason is simple: two months ago, Elon solved the jewelry store robbery that shocked the entire city.

He apprehended the two fleeing robbers and, following the trail, dismantled a black market supply chain responsible for selling stolen goods, implicating numerous individuals, including the three major Westville gangs and some Eastville businessmen. The mastermind behind the robbery was one of the robbers who died at the time of the crime. The case was classified as a terrorist attack planned by a paranoid psychiatrist. After a trial in Parliament, Elon personally hanged the two robbers in the street.

The cracking of the robbery case earned him a large number of voters' favor, and the "Air Transport Corps" established under the guise of counter-terrorism was even more unusual. This armed force, which was clearly a military force, was able to pass a parliamentary vote. With the recent domestic turmoil in Britain, he had no time to care about the affairs of Axwell. The Kingdom of Ron expressed the surprise of its friendly nation, but did not overreact.

Many in Aswell had heard a rumor that Elon had the support of the College, and the various reactions of the Council added to the credibility of the rumor. Senator Kraft of the Alexandria family had completely stopped opposing, and any proposal Elon made could be passed. The newspapers called him "the restorer who will make Aswell great again" and "the rising sun of Aswell," and becoming a senator was almost a certainty.

"Is your brother busy lately?" Quinn asked casually when he saw the poster.

After confirming the hero, he and Anquya both stopped paying attention to others and began to focus on their actions against Lin.

However, the email he saw in the abyss about the head of the Branson family caught his attention.

"Pretty busy," Xia Dai'er replied sullenly, "busy catching bad guys."

However, after entering the room, the girl managed to suppress her emotions.

Ankua was sitting in the living room. He saw Quinn, who was soaking wet, with Xia Daier following behind him. He just glanced up and didn't say anything.

This wasn't the first time Xia Dai'er had come to his house. It wasn't every Thursday that the two of them could go shopping together. Sometimes when it rained, Quinn would bring her here, one of them reading a book while the other watched him read.

Knowing that the two had important matters to discuss, before Quinn could say anything, she obediently walked to the side hall and said, "Would you like some tea? I'll make some for you." When she received a reply that they didn't need it, she casually picked up a book, closed the door, and seemed to have no intention of coming out again.

As for whether Dengdeng will read a book or sulk, it's hard to say.

“A pretty nice girl.” Ankuya glanced at the side hall door, took out his wand to dry Quinn’s body, and then cast a soundproofing spell.

"Don't you plan to create some memories before you leave?"

Quinn leaned back on the sofa, looking annoyed.

"Stop with the nonsense, what plan have you come up with?"

Ankuya was unusually not smoking, and the ashtray on the table was clean. Instead, he was chewing on something, and the scent of mint filled the living room of the mansion.

"The plan is simple: you bring her out, I'll kill her, and then we'll run away."

“It’s really simple.” Quinn felt like he was listening to instructions on how to stuff an elephant into a refrigerator in three steps.

"Kua, what are you chewing on?"

"Smoking cessation candy".

"what?!"

Ankua ignored his ghost-like expression and continued, "These past few days I've been searching for a weapon, a weapon that perfectly meets all the requirements to accomplish this task—"

"It must be fast, so fast that neither the hero nor anyone else can react. It must be powerful enough to ignore any defensive magic the hero might use, powerful enough to destroy any defensive arcane artifacts she might carry; it must be unexpected, and cannot be detected by the Academy's Nibelungen Ring before it is used."

"We also need to be able to lock down space so she can't use spatial magic to teleport; we need to confuse her and give us time to escape; and we need someone to take the blame to stall the academy's investigation."

Quinn was shocked.

Yes, some brothers, there are hundreds of thousands of such powerful weapons in our miHoYo community.
Ankuya picked up his wand and tapped it from a distance.

The celestial globe in the corner of the living room suddenly lit up, projecting an intricate design onto the ceiling.

Quinn was stunned.

It was a huge decoration, like a defensive tower, with a massive sphere floating at its tip, like an eye looking down at the world.

"This is... Grindelwald's Eye?"

This blueprint shows the airship teleportation tower that stands atop Mount Eswell!

Ankuya nodded calmly.

"Grindelwald's Eye has moved down five meters."

"On July 1st, a week later, on the day of the Arcane Festival, we will hunt down heroes. The future of the world should be turned in the hands of humans."

(End of this chapter)