Miss Riddler just wants to level up in peace.

"Rita's looking at you strangely. Do you two have some kind of grudge?"

As she spread out the bed and gazed at the small mat, Theresa thought to herself, "What a shrew!"

They spent so much money, but the bed is so small; it's clearly an attempt to make things difficult for people.

There's no other way but to squeeze in and sleep tonight.

"It's possible; she looked at me with a hint of resentment."

It's normal for grudges to form after several encounters.

This was the other person's job, and Ziyao didn't want to be too critical. Besides, she had a very good first impression of Rita, so it would be difficult for her to dislike her.

"That's strange..."

Looking at the spread-out blankets, Theresa hesitated, unsure whether she should get in first, as she rarely slept with anyone.

"Let's discuss this in the afternoon; fatigue is not conducive to thinking."

After getting into bed, Ziyao made sure to leave plenty of space for Theresa.

I haven't slept for almost nineteen hours, from yesterday until now.

Even for Valkyries, excessive time commitment is bad for their health.

"Um...."

With a rustling sound, Theresa listened to Ziyao's words, stiffly lifted a corner, and lay down inside.

Because they were keeping their distance, leaving a huge gap between them, Theresa's side of her body wasn't covered by the blanket, and the cool, alternating feeling of warmth and coldness made her even more uncomfortable.

Immediately afterwards, the girl moved closer to her and passed the extra blanket over her, completely covering her body.

The quilt was filled with a sweet, unique fragrance that belonged to a young girl. Theresa carefully examined the pattern and then realized that even the quilt had been brought with her.

Feeling that warm and welcoming feeling dispelled some of my unease about being in a foreign land.

In the quiet atmosphere, drowsiness overcame her, and she fell into a deep sleep.

...

Waking up is much more abrupt than falling asleep.

The door was banged on loudly, waking the two of them.

Rubbing her sleepy eyes, Theresa unchained her door and opened the door to find a dozen or so uniformed hooded sheriffs surrounding her in the hallway.

The bearded man at the head of the group didn't even bother to produce any identification. He simply told Theresa and Ziyao to get up immediately and come with them.

"Could you please explain this properly first?"

Rita stepped forward and showed her card to prove her identity as a Valkyrie.

The influence of the Mandate of Heaven is so great that even local strongmen in the Middle East have to give it some face.

Recognizing the markings, the leading officer's attitude not only didn't improve, but he became even more determined to take Ziyao and Theresa away.

"There were eyewitnesses who said they killed members of the royal family last night."

The officer said sternly, his sharp, hawk-like eyes fixed on Theresa.

"What an annoying outsider, they don't even know the rules. You can only blame yourselves for messing with the wrong people."

According to the laws here, the best outcome is facing death row, while the worst outcome is being flogged in the street.

Please make an exception.

Rita spoke each word clearly, not giving an inch.

"Don't push your luck. Considering you were once honored guests, I've already done my duty."

Even knowing that Rita was a member of Destiny, the officer remained unconcerned.

When the other person raised his hand, Rita noticed the distinctive tattoo on his arm.

World Serpent?

"Go, wake up the other guy."

Upon receiving the order, one of the sheriffs forcefully slammed his fist on the opposite room.

Rita instinctively took a half step back; she clearly remembered that it seemed to be the room of the Herrscher of Knowledge.

This group of people not only have no fear of destiny, but they also dare to provoke the Law Enforcers. They are truly...foolish.

If you fall out with them, at worst you'll get hurt.

But if you mess with a Herrscher who is unpredictable and capricious, the consequences will be dire.

"Thump thump thump—!"

I tapped the door more than a dozen times, but there was still no echo.

They kicked the door open, but there was no one inside.

"Ziyao, how about we...?"

Theresa tugged at Ziyao's sleeve. She was very dissatisfied with these unreasonable people, and coupled with her slight morning grumpiness, she didn't recommend making them suffer a little.

"No need, we'll just go obediently."

Ziyao also noticed the World Serpent symbol on the other person's hand.

"That's right, take him away."

The officer snorted coldly.

"Rita, please."

Before leaving, Ziyao left behind a seemingly unrelated sentence.

She wanted Rita to go find Fu Hua.

The overly brief statement led Rita to misunderstand.

"Eh?"

Does this mean she wants me to help her?

After everyone left, the corridor returned to silence, and the guests who had come to watch the commotion went back to their rooms.

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(P.S.: The group members were so enthusiastic and sarcastic, discussing everything from the past to the present, that the group got shut down...emmmm)

The new group number is: 723352736

Volume 1: Chapter 268 Xiao Shi, this is Otori (Part 1)

In the center of the city, there are several connected luxury buildings, resembling a palace.

Compared to other low-rise buildings, this place stands out conspicuously and is out of place with its surroundings.

We were led inside, passing through multiple security checkpoints, and finally arrived at the top floor.

The people here mostly wear white clothes and headscarves.

Despite living in such a modern house, their clothing and appearance are quite out of place.

Theresa looked each one over carefully, trying to identify them by their appearance as assassins.

"Stop and wait patiently."

Wisps of white smoke drifted out of the room, smelling somewhat like incense.

Slightly sour, with the unique astringent taste of wood ash.

Several old men were prostrate on the ground, praying before a statue.

Everyone closed their eyes and muttered incantations.

Theresa wasn't interested in these bizarre and superstitious religious customs; she was more interested in why Ziyao had obediently come here with them.

The sheriffs were all armed and looked menacing, clearly harboring ill intentions.

“Shh——”

Ziyao pressed her slender fingers against her soft, cherry-like lips, signaling her to be quiet.

After about ten minutes, the prayer finally ended.

The sheriffs stood in a line, their backs straight, and an old man with a hunched back walked over with his hands behind his back.

"You were the ones who did it?"

The hoarse voice sounded like fingernails scraping on the ground.

The dark, sinister eyes were chilling, as if they weren't human eyes.

"What does their killing of each other have to do with us?"

Theresa crossed her arms and raised her head.

"How can you talk like that? Show some respect!"

The waiter shouted, eager to show off.

"Sir, are you in charge of this city?"

Upon closer inspection, many people have the unique mark of the World Snake engraved on their hands, indicating that it has already infiltrated to this extent.

"I'll just ask you bluntly, are you human or monsters?"

A direct and daring approach beyond imagination.

Theresa thought that Ziyao would, as usual, use clever words to extract information.

I never expected them to be so blunt; they're completely unafraid of offending the other party.

The old man's gaze grew increasingly cold. "You blasphemer who doesn't know manners, what kind of stance do you think you have?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the guards surrounded the two from four directions, gripping their weapons tightly.

It was as if, at a single command, they would swarm forward and kill the two vulnerable girls in an instant.

Suddenly, one of the guards clutched his chest and collapsed to the ground, covered in cold sweat, groaning incoherently as if enduring intense pain.