Otherworld Bone Dragon Operation Guide

Chapter 390 Leonie

Next, if we can get Brookka to talk, we can obtain information about Saxony, learn about his cunning ways and his extensive network of safe houses, and thus completely shrink the sorcerer's living space and range of activities.

When dealing with a slippery and cunning enemy like the Saxons, patience and intelligence are undoubtedly the most lethal weapons!

However, just as the dust settled and everyone relaxed slightly, Rishuli's pupils suddenly contracted to needle size, and an extremely subtle energy fluctuation, like the throbbing of a dormant volcano before it awakens, suddenly erupted from the imprisoned Brookka!
"Danger!" Reshuri reacted the fastest, lunging at Gerus who was closer and roughly pulling her away.

As he passed Bowers, his right foot lashed out with lightning speed, striking Bowers squarely in the side and sending him flying through the air!

Brookka, standing still, stared intently at the sorcerer's belt around his waist, a gift from Saxony that he had once been so proud of.

His eyes were filled with disbelief, a complex mix of shock and despair.

"Master, you—?!" Brookka's heart-wrenching question was only half-sentenced.

boom--! ! !
A deafening explosion suddenly erupted, and the violent energy instantly engulfed Brookka! His entire body disintegrated like fragile pottery in the blinding flash and shockwave, completely shattering into a thick cloud of blood mist that filled the air, emitting a burnt and pungent smell, mixed with countless flying, charred pieces of bone and flesh.

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On the other side of Greenthorn Harbor, in the central district.

Zijin and Su Ming pursued the trail, but Saxon's aura was like a cunning fish, sometimes disappearing without a trace and sometimes suddenly appearing, eventually leading the two to this chaotic area.

The houses in the central district were far less orderly than those in the port and upper districts; they were crooked and crammed together, as if they might collapse at any moment. The air was thick with the smell of corrosive metal, mixed with some indescribable, nauseating stench, pressing down on one's chest.

Su Ming frowned, cautiously avoiding a sticky stain by the roadside that shimmered with an eerie fluorescence, and warily surveyed his surroundings. Zi Jin, on the other hand, hovered dozens of meters above the ground, like a light elf, her sharp gaze sweeping over the maze-like streets below.

The scent of Saxony lingered nearby, like an invisible spider's web. Su Ming looked around and saw various short, hunched figures weaving in and out among the piles of debris and low buildings. Sharp, piercing shouts rose and fell, hawking inferior mechanical parts, suspicious-smelling potions, and charred meat of unknown origin. The cacophony was a headache.

With so many goblins here, which one is their target?

"What is Saxon doing?" Su Ming asked, puzzled. "He should have had the chance to shake us off completely a long time ago."

"I think he's observing our characteristics and collecting our behavioral patterns," Violet calmly replied. "This guy is petty; he's definitely looking for an opportunity to ambush us!"

Even a Saint-level Trickster wouldn't be able to inflict fatal damage on Su Ming and Zi Jin with a single sneak attack. But such an act was extremely disgusting. And for Zi Jin to describe the other party as petty, it meant that this guy must hold a grudge to a considerable degree!

Su Ming gritted his teeth inwardly, [That really is a troublesome bastard!]

"And even if Saxony chooses to endure now, he will surely seize the opportunity to strike again and retaliate tenfold later," Violet said, equally furious. "No matter what, we must find a way to bring him to justice!"

Su Ming quickly considered a solution. The technology and equipment available to them were unlikely to help them distinguish this master of disguise from the ordinary goblins around him.

The violet suddenly descended and landed lightly on the muddy ground beside Su Ming.

Wasn't it agreed that he would explore from below while she would keep watch from the air? Su Ming was puzzled. He glanced back at the girl, and then he froze instantly.

At this moment, Zijin was already wearing the newly bought cat-ear woolen hat!

The hat, worn on the girl's head, exudes a vitality that cannot be felt when held in hand. Its soft, milky-grey hue further radiates a warm, fuzzy feel.

The two meticulously designed cat ears weren't perfectly symmetrical; one tilted slightly forward, as if listening, while the other leaned back a little, exuding a playful and languid feel. They complemented her everyday oatmeal-colored duffle coat perfectly, creating a warm, comforting, and innocent atmosphere for this girl who usually had a cool and aloof demeanor.

It evokes images of a cat curled up on a windowsill on a warm winter afternoon, the soft touch of a ball of yarn, and its comforting purring.

Even more outrageous, the matching cat paw gloves have also been put on by Zijin, with her pink and realistic paw pads peeking out from between her fingers.

The surrounding clamor momentarily subsided. The goblins, who had been busy with their tasks, whether vendors or hurried passersby, were involuntarily drawn to the beautiful young woman who had seemingly descended from the sky, possessing a unique and captivating aura. Even goblins, with their diverse aesthetic tastes, share an instinctive and common appreciation and curiosity for pure and exceptionally beautiful things.

The scholar had absolutely no idea what boundaries were. Her small hands, clad in those delicate pink cat-paw gloves, were curled up against her chest, and she let out an unusually soft, sweet meow.

That wasn't all; she even playfully winked at Su Ming, who was standing right next to her!

Su Ming's heart felt as if it had been struck by an invisible hammer! He was completely paralyzed. At the same moment this scene unfolded, a goblin vendor who had been unremarkable and selling spare parts nearby suddenly raised his rough hand, slapped his thigh hard, and burst into uncontrollable laughter.

"Hahaha! Miss Belladonna, you're something else! I surrender! I surrender!"

As the vendor laughed, his ordinary coarse cloth clothes slid off like skin peeling away, revealing an old, tattered, dark robe covered in suspicious stains, and the figure of a cunning, hunched old goblin.

Su Ming suddenly turned his head, "Lord Saxony?"

“It is I.” The old goblin—the sorcerer Saxon—gave a perfunctory bow, his movements exaggerated. As he straightened up, his tattered robe seemed to come alive; the light and shadow on its surface began to distort and sway violently, and his figure became blurred, as if several translucent shadows overlapped and flickered around him, making it difficult to pinpoint his location.

Su Ming's hand, which had instinctively reached for the holster at his waist, stopped. Faced with this strange situation, even if a bullet missed, it might not actually touch the hem of his clothes.

Violet expressionlessly removed her fluffy cat-paw gloves, but still wore her adorable hat. With a flick of her wrist, the divine scepter, radiating a mysterious, eerie light, appeared out of thin air in her hand. She twirled it lightly, the tip tracing a cold arc of light.

Su Ming had now roughly figured out the reason behind Zi Jin's actions.

An ordinary goblin, upon seeing a cute girl wearing a cat-ear hat and meowing like a cat, would surely find it novel and interesting, perhaps even appreciating the beauty of things.

The problem is that, to those who know her identity, the person in front of them is the infamous Belladonna!

Even for a professional actor like Saxon, who is used to seeing bizarre and outlandish magicians, his psychological defenses collapsed instantly when he witnessed the extreme contrast of the scholar lady's forced cuteness, and he could no longer maintain his disguise as a merchant!

But if this exposes Saxony's weakness, then the reaction of another person on the scene is equally suspicious.

The three of them simultaneously turned their gaze to a simple tea stall on the street corner. There, a human who had been sitting there was now clutching his stomach, his shoulders shaking violently, clearly trying to suppress a burst of maniacal laughter.

Seeing the three men's gazes shooting towards him like arrows, the human also suppressed his smile and calmly stood up.

"Nice to meet you." He nodded slightly to Saxon, his voice steady. "Your Excellency, the Trickster."

"Oh?" Saxon was quite surprised. "Why did you come all this way here—have you recovered from your injury?"

Su Ming quickly sized up the other person: their skin had a pale tan, as if it hadn't been exposed to much sun. Their facial bone structure was relatively flat, their nasal cavity was wide, their eyes were long and narrow with obvious epicanthal folds, and their eye sockets appeared unusually deep due to thick subcutaneous fat.

These are typical characteristics of people who have lived in high-latitude, cold regions for a long time. Su Ming was very familiar with this from the northern lands he had just left.

The goblins who had been watching the spectacle finally realized something was wrong and began to scatter in panic.

But they didn't leave completely. Instead, they searched for gaps in the wooden crates, behind rags, and in the corners of low walls to hide. Pairs of curious and fearful eyes peeked out from the dark corners, accompanied by chattering, meaningless whispers and arguments, adding a layer of chaotic and unsettling background noise to the suddenly empty space.

Zi Jin frowned slightly, then raised her hand without hesitation, and an invisible dark energy spread out instantly like ripples—

Shadow Tremor!

A chilling sense of fear, like a tangible tide, unexpectedly overwhelmed the minds of those who were spying.

These ordinary goblins were completely unable to withstand the power of Violet's magic. They were instantly gripped by terror, letting out short screams as they scrambled out of their hiding places and fled the area in a panic. After a brief commotion, the surrounding area quickly became deathly silent and empty.

Only a few withered yellow leaves remained, swirling silently from the bare branches as they drifted down.

The man, who appeared to be from the north, deftly picked up the quiver full of arrows from the greasy wooden table, slung it over his shoulder, and pulled out an ancient-looking longbow from his baggage.

He placed one hand on his chest and gave Su Ming and Zi Jin a simple and standard bow.

"I am Leonie the Forest Ranger, Ainz Ooal Gown and Chestnut Owl, it's a pleasure to meet you!"

(End of this chapter)