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"What are you looking at me for?"

Alfia turned around and looked directly at Chardo: "What? Is that formidable rival connected to me?"

Chardo scratched his face and chuckled awkwardly, "Is this something I can talk about?"

"Hmm?" Alfia opened her eyes, her heterochromatic pupils flashing with curiosity: "It really has something to do with me? My relatives and friends should all be dead by now."

Erebus stroked his chin: "Haha, could it be a child Hera secretly adopted? A hidden trump card?"

“No…” Chardo moved his lips, looking at Alfia again: “Can I really say?”

"Boom-"

A fierce flash of good fortune shoved Chardo, causing him to stumble. Alfia blew on her fist: "Stop dawdling! When did you become like this? Tell me!"

"Damn it..." Chardo rubbed his numb shoulder and grinned mischievously, "Well, I'll tell you then..."

"That child looks about 14 years old. His battles are always accompanied by the piercing sound of bells, and he has the same pure white hair as your sister. But in terms of 'scent,' he's very similar to you… except for his red eyes, like a rabbit."

Alfia was stunned...

Erebus widened his eyes and covered his mouth.

Chardo took a deep breath and slowly said, "Alfia, did you steal your sister's man beforehand?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the air fell silent for a moment, and terrifying magical power surged wildly.

"The trumpet of the gods, the harp of the fairies, the melody of light—this is the mark of sin..."

"Hey!" A cold sweat broke out on Chardo's forehead...

"Long chant, Alfia, what do you want to do? Stop here..."

"I'm sorry, I was wrong... Ouch~~~~~"

Erebus, terrified, stumbled and fled towards the door, but...

too slow!

"Weep, Holy Bell Tower!"

Click————

Dong——————————

Shakalaka—

A vast, radiant light exploded in the empty, dark underground, filling the entire space with dazzling silver starlight, and the earth trembled.

After a long while, the dust from the ceiling stopped falling, and the roar of the maze manager echoed in the distance.

Erebus then slowly opened his eyes and released his hands that were blocking his view.

Looking around, all the walls, which were made of super-hard metal, were blown apart. In the ruins, there was only Chardo, whose chest was deeply dented, whose head was drooping, and who was barely breathing.

"Don't make such pointless jokes about virgins! Have you been corrupted by that old geezer too, Chardo! Do you really want to die?" Alfia gasped for breath, her fear outweighing her anger.

Immediately afterward, Alfia's anger subsided with the release of magic, and her intelligence returned to its previous high. However, she felt a nagging unease in her heart, like a cat scratching at her.

Could it be that child? But 14 years old? That's impossible! It's absurd.

However, Chardo had no reason to lie, nor was he the type to joke around or tease the younger generation. Even if the white hair and red eyes could be a coincidence, Chardo's intuition wouldn't be wrong.

With a sense of skepticism, Alfia stepped forward and grabbed Chardo's breastplate: "Chardo, tell me, where is that child! Take me there!"

No matter how many times it was repeated, the man showed no sign of waking up.

“Uh, I don’t think he can answer your question.” Erebus cautiously stepped forward, and in his field of vision was a poor man foaming at the mouth, his head tilted to the side, his life hanging in the balance.

Chapter 96 Who are you?

Old town streets, dilapidated churches.

When Ciel and Belle set foot in this area again, they clearly noticed the changes in their surroundings.

The houses that were once billowing smoke have been turned into black ruins, with bricks, broken dolls, and charred, broken dolls, all mottled and covered with embers that have not yet fully burned.

In this otherwise dilapidated environment, the area around the church remains intact. Although it appears weathered and worn, it stands out beautifully amidst the ruins.

“Strange…” The cat tilted its head back above Belle’s head, looking down at the surroundings. After the flames and heat subsided, the church became particularly conspicuous.

He certainly didn't believe the church was safe because Anya was protecting it. Clearly, the preservation of some parts of the building was a deliberate act by the Dark Faction.

"Speed ​​up, I feel something is going to happen."

Urged on by Shire's claws, Belle swiftly crossed the deserted streets and stood atop the spire of an abandoned church.

From their vantage point, they instantly spotted suspicious individuals gradually creeping towards the church from the surrounding alleyways.

Unlike the residents who returned to their homeland to check the damage to their property and houses, these people mingled among the crowd in an organized and disciplined manner, carrying some supplies with them.

"What are they doing?" Belle muttered softly as she crouched on the roof.

"They're probably doing some kind of illegal deal. Taking advantage of the moment when the military police are most relaxed right after the attack, sneaking around in this burnt-down old town is the best option," Charles replied.

The reason he bought this abandoned church was that it was one of Metluth's favorite places, and also because it was secluded, quiet, and suitable for the activities of the secret faction.

Second is...

"Go! Belle, we can make a small fortune, and your future equipment is secured."

Like a seasoned hunter, she descended from the sky in a black cloak as several thugs gathered outside the church, preparing to move supplies inside. She landed near a dozen merchants with one hand on the ground.

A flash of curved blade light followed immediately...

"who?"

"Hey, protect me over there!"

"Ugh!"

The group of people reciting the rhyming goods were completely defenseless and fell to the ground in an instant.

At this moment, the underlings of the secret faction who had just realized what was happening finally saw the newcomer's appearance, but the moment they saw the white hair and red eyes, fear crept into their chests.

"It's... Jester!"

"Do you think you can escape?" Belle shifted her feet and moved like lightning across the long street, appearing in front of the dozen or so members of the fleeing dark faction.

She spread her five fingers, and flames instantly sliced ​​through the air, engulfing the crowd.

Amidst the sea of ​​fire, the Dark Faction soldiers danced wildly, trying to extinguish the flames on their bodies. But one figure broke through the fire, wildly swinging a giant blade at Belle's face.

The magic power imbued with thunder is released from the blade.

"Go to hell!"

"The Demon Sword?!" Belle's eyes flashed, and she moved swiftly, dodging the seven bolts of lightning in an instant.

"Your positioning is good!" Charles was certain that he wouldn't be able to dodge this kind of area-of-effect magic. Combat experience was being crammed into his brain like it was free.

Isn't this much more useful than Hawaii?

The secret faction leader, seeing Belle easily evade the magic, was enraged, his eyes turning red. However, Belle's figure still closed in on his chest, and with a kick, her sternum cracked as she slammed against the wall and collapsed to the ground.

"Another level 3? They're really going all out."

A swish sound.

Belle turned her head and reached out, grabbing an arrow. She looked around and saw that the surrounding towers were now filled with thugs in white uniforms.

They grinned maliciously as they drew their bows.

"Sniper!"

Whoosh whoosh—

These arrows, fired by advanced adventurers, possessed astonishing penetrating power, striking Belle's shadow like sniper bullets, embedding themselves three inches into the ground, and kicking up dust and debris.

As they sped along, sometimes diving low, sometimes tumbling and rolling, they ran in graceful zigzags. But there were too many arrows, precisely pursuing Belle and locking onto her throat.

In a moment of crisis, Belle's eyes flashed, and she precisely sliced ​​the arrow in two with her dagger, the arrowhead splitting in two and sparks flying. She then maintained her forward momentum and reversed her body to the side.

She remained face up, her left hand catching the arrow that had just passed her nose, and with the force of inertia, she twisted and flung it toward the house.

"Thud, ughhhh—" The arrow pierced flesh, followed by a scream.

In a few breaths, Belle was already close to the tower a hundred meters away. She bent her knees slightly, stepped on the wall and leaped up. The moment she appeared, flames burst forth and shattered the entire tower.

Under the cover of the explosion's flames, the cycle repeated itself. Soon, the surrounding area was filled with thugs lying on the ground, groaning in pain.

"Do you want me to kill them for you?"

“No, the Ganesha Familia should be here soon. Let’s leave first.” Belle didn’t hesitate. After settling things, she returned to the vicinity of the church, picked up one of the merchants’ boxes in each hand, and headed away in the opposite direction.

Near the bustling North District street, Belle curiously opened several boxes to examine them.

"What's inside?"

"It must be something good," Charles thought to himself.

The moment the alley was opened...

"It is indeed this."

“This is… a branch of the Great Sacred Tree?” Belle asked, slightly surprised.

In the world of DanMachi, blacksmiths only forge weapons and magic swords, while magicians are the ones who provide wands for mages.

Among the materials needed to make a wand, the branches of the Great Sacred Tree are the most premium, followed by magic gems, which can only be produced by magicians.

Ciel needed a good wand and just opened his mouth to pick one up, when suddenly his hairs twitched and he felt something crawl into Belle's body.

"Da da da--"

But then she heard strange footsteps behind her, and Belle drew her sword in preparation.

As the twilight glowed, the shadow of the Tower of Babel was reflected, gradually shifting with time to reveal the silhouette of a woman in a long robe.

She stood there, silent, yet she exerted a heavy pressure on Belle.

"Who are you?" A deep voice came from beneath Belle's mask, and the violent magic emanating from the air made him tremble.

If he could manage to hold his own against Chardo with his skill and speed, his sixth sense told Belle that she wouldn't even have time to get close before being overwhelmed by the barrage of artillery fire.

A bead of cold sweat slid down Belle's forehead, and Ciel chose to remain completely silent.