Mystery: The Undead Don't Die from Linking the Fire

Chapter 102 The Quintessential Quintuplets of the Sun God

"A fool who doesn't belong to this era;"

"You are the mysterious ruler above the gray fog;"

"You are the king of yellow and black who holds the key to good fortune."

Inside the captain's cabin of the Azure Avenger, Alger prayed to the Fool with some trepidation.

I briefly explained the situation—

Because they hunted a slightly larger number of extraordinary creatures, they found it difficult to preserve them in time.

Therefore, they wished to offer a sacrifice to Mr. Fool so that he could preserve it for them.

at the same time.

Klein, who was having a meal at the lawyer's house in Jürgen, felt a pang of sympathy and apologized to Mrs. Doris.

He then got up and went into the washroom, his soul ascending above the gray fog.

When he received the prayer from the Hanged Man, the Fool was taken aback!

"Is this even possible?"

Klein's expression was somewhat strange.

He's very familiar with storing items above the gray fog!

But this is the first time I've ever been asked to keep someone else's things.

But since there's nothing to lose, he wouldn't necessarily refuse.

After thinking for a moment, Klein regained his composure and replied to the Hanged Man in the calm and soothing tone of "The Fool".

"I see."

"call."

Alger opened his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief upon receiving an accurate answer.

The fool did not object, but replied with "I understand".

This shows that Mr. Fool didn't care about such a small matter at all.

After all, Mr. Fool was a genuine god, and naturally looked down on these intermediate-level extraordinary beings.

However, if they weren't members of the Tarot Club, Mr. Fool probably wouldn't have been so lenient.

Alger thought to himself, suddenly feeling somewhat fortunate that he had joined the Tarot Club.

"Mr. Fool has agreed to our request."

Alger adjusted his mindset, walked out of the captain's cabin, and spoke to Ember, who was standing on the side of the ship.

"Then let's offer the sacrifice as soon as possible."

Yu Jin suddenly turned and walked towards the cabin, saying without looking back.

"it is good."

Alger nodded, showing no suspicion.

On the other side...

Back in the cabin, Ember stood still and stretched out his palm.

A pool of silvery liquid slid down his body and eventually condensed in his palm.

"So."

Ember murmured softly, "What did you see?"

Having learned from the experience of exploring the world of paintings, Ember did not personally explore the island.

Instead of him, the lifelike teardrop in his hand went.

As if sensing something, the humanoid teardrop extended two long tentacles toward the sides of Ember's head.

In an instant, memories flooded his mind like a movie.

From the unseen teardrop that quietly disembarked, to passing through the jungle and entering a ruined wasteland.

Finally, the image freezes on a huge picture.

The painting was dark in tone, with blurry figures in the background and a long table as the main subject.

Lying on the long table is a figure bearing a glorious cross, surrounded by three people shrouded in shadow.

One was handsome and energetic, another was dignified and imposing, and the third had a white beard and appeared very intelligent, yet all three pairs of eyes exuded an inexplicable sinister aura, as did their behavior:

Opposite them sat a dark, eerie infant.

This scene looks somewhat eerie, and in fact, it is indeed somewhat eerie.

But Ember's gaze went straight past them, landing on the least noticeable figure in the corner.

She was a girl with long white hair.

She sat on a high stool taller than herself, her delicate, white feet dangling gently in the air.

Before her was a huge, unfinished oil painting.

Beside the girl was a nun holding a large scythe, guarding her side.

Although her figure was shrouded in a nun's robe, her slender and graceful figure could still be vaguely discerned.

But at this moment.

The nun's behavior, however, was quite different from her attire.

She was still holding a piece of red headscarf in her hand, the other end of which was connected to the figure being shared and eaten by the other four people.

The red headscarf seemed to have a life of its own, greedily drawing blood from the figure's body.

"Young Miss? Fried?"

Yu Jin opened his eyes, his expression slightly surprised.

Because he recognized the true identities of the two figures.

It also became clear what they were doing—

The young lady was painting, while Fried was collecting the blood of the figure bearing the radiant cross as paint.

As for the other four figures devouring the corpse, Yu Jin couldn't recognize them.

But they must be the natives of this world.

The one that was devoured was undoubtedly a deity.

The only problem is...

Who killed him?

The drawing only shows a dismemberment scene, and it appears that the people in the drawing worked together to kill him.

It wasn't just the few people sharing the food; even those figures in the background seemed to have participated as well.

But things don't seem to be that simple.

For example--

Ember recalled that painting.

Although there are only a few people on the surface.

But among the blurry figures in the background, one figure was clearer than the others.

Although the entire body was shrouded in a black robe, with only the back of the figure visible, the teardrop-like creature's face could not be clearly seen.

However, based on the graceful silhouette left behind, it was still possible to vaguely identify that it was a woman.

and.

I don't know why.

Her black robe gave Yu Jin a strange sense of familiarity, as if he had seen it somewhere before.

But the memory is clearly somewhat hazy, and I just can't recall it no matter what I try...

Yu Jin decisively dismissed the jumbled thoughts in his mind.

If you can't remember, then don't think about it. You'll remember eventually anyway.

Ok.

With no more thoughts or worries, Yu Jin's mood instantly brightened.

He turned and walked toward the deck, thinking of checking on Alger's progress.

Meanwhile, Alger had already arranged the sacrificial ceremony and was devoutly chanting in ancient Hermes:

"A fool who doesn't belong to this era;"

"You are the mysterious ruler above the gray fog;"

"You are the king of yellow and black who holds the key to good fortune."

"Your faithful servant begs for your gaze;"

"Please accept his offering;"

"We pray that you will open the gates of your kingdom."

Ancient incantations echoed within the spiritual wall, stirring up swirling gales and bringing about a shockwave of natural forces.

Alger deftly took a small, dark brown glass bottle from his pocket, unscrewed the cap, and poured out a number of sesame-like particles.

These particles shimmer with a metallic sheen, possessing an indescribable beauty.

He then scattered the particles into the wind.

Ugh!

The wind grew stronger, but no longer fierce, and was tinged with two colors: silver-white and deep black.

Amidst constant collisions and fusions, these two winds of different colors were poured into the candle flame symbolizing the "Fool."

The expansion tore open a phantom door of normal size.

"call."

Although it wasn't the first time, Alger still couldn't help but start to tremble.

It was a profound fear, and it was an inexplicable excitement.

Meanwhile, the Silver Knights beside them were already poised for battle after the illusory gate opened.

They then began throwing the extraordinary creatures piled up on the deck into the illusory portal.

The illusory gate appeared small, as if the corpse of any extraordinary being could easily block it.

But actually.

Whenever those enormous corpses try to block the illusory gate, they are instantly enveloped and absorbed until they completely disappear inside the gate.

The Silver Knights are extremely efficient.

In just a few minutes, the mountain of corpses had been cleared away.

Alger breathed a sigh of relief.

At least he no longer has to worry about how to preserve these bodies.

"Thank you for your generosity, Mr. Fool."

Alger bowed his head respectfully.

Mr. Fool did not respond to him as before, but cut off the contact after a moment of silence.

Alger looked up and saw that the illusory gate had disappeared, the fierce wind had stopped, and the candlelight had returned to normal.

It was as if nothing had ever happened.

Inside the magnificent palace above the gray fog.

Klein stared blankly at the mountain of corpses in front of him, his eyes twitching slightly.

Although Alger had made it clear beforehand that he wanted some things stored with him.

But this number is a bit too exaggerated!

Are you trying to wipe out the entire lair of these extraordinary creatures?

and--

"So many extraordinary creatures, how much would they cost?!"

"Even if you give me just one-tenth of that, I can pay off the debt I owe Ember, and maybe even more."

Klein's eyes suddenly reddened, and he felt a pang of sadness in his heart.

I originally thought that agreeing to their request would be a simple matter!

But now, whenever he sees these things, he feels like a clown!

Working yourself to the bone and risking your life, you still don't earn a fraction of what Yu Jin did!

After all, these extraordinary creatures were practically living gold pounds in his eyes!

Even if they die, they'll still be rich in gold pounds!

Even if the most valuable extraordinary traits have already been extracted, the remaining parts are still worth at least 100,000 gold pounds!

Even though it's such a large piece of material, he probably wouldn't be discovered even if he secretly took some blood or something similar.

But those were, after all, embers.

Even though I, Klein, am poor, I will be poor with ambition!

but.

I really feel like a clown right now!

Klein looked like he was about to cry but couldn't. Why did he agree to Alger's request?

It must be very difficult for him to be surrounded by a mountain of gold all day long!

suddenly.

Klein felt that he must have digested part of his potion.

Because right now, he really does look like a clown!

"That's a good thing too."

Klein took a deep breath, forcibly calming his agitated emotions.

Although this mountain of gold is only for looking at and not for eating, it's a good thing that it can digest the magic potion.

Ok.

That's right!

That's it!

That's all there is to it!

Klein made a killing today!

but……

Klein recalled his recent experiences and suddenly felt a twitch in the corner of his eye.

Honestly.

He really wanted to borrow another sacrifice ring from Ember, but he couldn't bring himself to do it.

After all, the debt from last time hasn't been paid off yet.

If I don't lend it, I can't help but feel a little uneasy.

Although Miss Justice has been commissioned to hire someone to assassinate the ambassador, this will take some time.

The ambassador would likely have come to cause trouble for him before he was assassinated.

Sacrificing the ring alone isn't really a safe bet.

After all, the other party might camp the corpse and kill him again.

Therefore, the safest approach is to find a bodyguard for yourself.

They should at least be Sequence 6 or even Sequence 5 bodyguards.

only.

For the time being, it hasn't reached that dangerous level yet.

After all, the ambassador's primary objective now is to find Ian Wright and that "important item".

In other words.

He was safe until that item was found.

However you look at it...

Now we can only hope that Mr. A can lend a hand.

Klein rubbed his temples and waved his hand to command the gray mist to conceal the corpse of the supernatural creature.

In an instant, his figure disappeared into the majestic palace above the gray mist.

……

At the same time.

Backlund, 117 Burningham Road, Hillston.

"Maybe we should just forget about it?"

Fors sat on the sofa, hugging a pillow, and said hesitantly in a low voice, "I have a feeling that this is a bit unreliable."

"What's so unreliable about it?"

The petite Hugh said nonchalantly, "We just act as middlemen to post the commissions. Whatever happens afterward, it won't be our fault. Isn't that easy?"

"But……"

Fors shrugged and whispered, "Have you forgotten what you did last time?"

Mr. A had been "missing" for a full two weeks before resuming the Extraordinary Gathering a few days ago.

It was because Hugh betrayed Mr. A's information to Ember.

Although Mr. A miraculously survived, his recent condition clearly indicates that he suffered a great loss.

Now Hugh is going to find Mr. A again, to ask him to assassinate another country's ambassador.

Aren't you just walking into a trap?

"No problem."

Hugh confidently patted his chest and said, "The one who caused him trouble last time was Ember, what does that have to do with me, Hugh Deercha? Besides, he didn't notice us at the Extraordinary Gathering last time, did he?"

"Moreover, this commission comes with a reward of a full 1000 gold pounds! Fors, can you really bear to see such a huge sum of money slip through your fingers?"

"All right."

Fors hesitated for a moment, then gritted her teeth and said, "Then I'll go with you."

"No need... Okay, let's go together then."

Hugh was about to refuse, but when he met Fors's firm gaze, he had no choice but to back down and nod helplessly.

Fors touched the stone bracelet on her wrist.

Even if they encounter danger later, they can still escape if they want.

"stop."

Fors suddenly whispered, "What do you think of Ember now?"

"Huh?"

Hugh looked at Fors with some confusion. "Didn't Miss Audrey say he was away on a business trip?"

"How could it really be a business trip?"

Fors sighed, somewhat doubting his friend's intelligence.

He had just finished causing trouble for Mr. A when he went on a business trip.

Fors would never believe that the two were completely unrelated.

"What else could it be but a business trip?"

Hugh looked at Fors with some confusion and asked, "We've already asked the Church of the Night, haven't we? Didn't Captain El Hassan of the Embers admit it himself?"

That's why I'm worried.

Fors said helplessly, "Mr. A was seriously injured and hasn't shown his face for over half a month. Even though Ember is much stronger than Mr. A, he's probably also seriously injured. Although he's said to be on a business trip, I reckon he's probably recuperating in some church right now..."

"And that boy."

Fors suddenly paused, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

"Will Onsetin?"

Hugh's expression changed slightly. "You dreamed about him again?"

"Um."

Fors whispered, "He also told me to tell Ember that he is dead and that Ember should not look for him anymore."

……

in the afternoon.

Inside Mr. A's new home in Hillston.

"4000 gold pounds?"

Mr. A's gaze swept back and forth between the two ladies in front of him, and he chuckled, "Don't you know the consequences of assassinating a country's ambassador? This could directly cause the Kingdom of Rune to go to war with the Republic of Intis."

"Does someone like Mr. A even care about these things?"

Hugh met Mr. A's gaze without fear and asked in return.

"really."

Mr. A leaned back slowly, pressing his back against the sofa back, and said leisurely, "I can take this task, but 4000 gold pounds is not enough; I'll need to pay more."

"Ten thousand gold pounds, ha, that's the bounty on Hurricane General Ziringus. Beckron's strength is certainly no match for him, but the assassination is no easy feat. Believe me, he's worth the price."

"good!"

Hugh and Fors exchanged a glance and nodded slightly, but also stated their requirements, "We can pay a deposit of 2000 gold pounds first, but the balance must be settled after the mission is completed. Also..."

Hugh paused for a moment, then added, "We received intelligence that Beckeron is about to step down as ambassador and return home, so this mission must be completed within three days."

Considering the danger and urgency of the entrustment, Audrey granted them a great deal of autonomy.

£4000 was just a test, while Audrey's bottom line was actually £12000.

They can make their own decisions as long as it doesn't exceed £12000.

"Three days?"

Mr. A chuckled softly.

It wouldn't take more than three days to assassinate an ambassador.

"The money isn't on me, we'll bring it over this afternoon."

Xiu said it subtly.

"Can."

Mr. A nodded and gestured for the guest to leave.

After the two left the mansion on their own, Mr. A's smiling expression instantly turned gloomy.

More than two weeks ago.

Ember suddenly stormed into his house, wiped out all his men, and even destroyed the vessel from which the Lord descended!

Although he miraculously survived, his years of hard work in Backlund were completely destroyed.

Because the other party not only broke into his home and killed him, but also notified the Church of the Night in advance!

As a result, the believers who had barely survived were subsequently besieged and attacked by the Church of the Night.

This resulted in the fact that although he was still nominally the head of Backlund and some peripheral members were lucky enough to avoid having their identities exposed, his extraordinary subordinates were almost all killed or injured.

He's practically a lone commander now!

If it weren't for the Dark Saint's protection, he probably wouldn't even be able to keep his position as a commander without any troops.

That's why he had to reconvene the Extraordinary Gathering as soon as possible.

One reason is that they want to recruit followers from among these wild extraordinary individuals.

Secondly, it was also to raise funds as soon as possible to rebuild the Aurora Club's organizational structure.

The 10,000 gold pounds that have just been handed to us is certainly a good opportunity, but what if it's another trap?

"No, they wouldn't dare."

Mr. A's tightly furrowed brows relaxed slightly.

Assassinating a foreign ambassador was not a difficult task for him.

So what if there's a conspiracy?

The person who broke into his house must be at least a demigod. Surely a mere ambassador of a country wouldn't have demigod guards?

……

That night.

At the Brave Ones Bar, Klein once again encountered Marich, who had rejected him last time.

This time, however, the other party spoke directly.

Is your request still valid?

"what?"

Klein was caught off guard and didn't react immediately.

"A friend of mine is short of money and is willing to take on this task. However, she will only protect you for three days, for £1000."

"good!"

Klein agreed without hesitation, then asked, "When do we start?"

"Now."

Marich looked at him with some surprise. "But 1000 pounds is no small sum. Don't you need some time to prepare it?"

"unnecessary."

Klein remained calm.

Money isn't important, life is!

Besides, does he look like someone who's short of money?

With dozens of supernatural creature corpses in his possession, he is now rolling in money!

Although those mountains of gold did not belong to him.

But that doesn't mean the item is with him!

The money in the bank doesn't belong to the bank, but no one would doubt that the bank has money, right?

Otherwise, why would anyone rob a bank?

"Oh, right."

After a pause, Klein added, "Since the protection period is three days, how about paying in installments over three days? Is that alright?"

"no problem."

Marich nodded. If the protection fails, the remaining money won't be paid, which is fair.

Klein breathed a sigh of relief with the bodyguards around, but at the same time, he couldn't help but mutter to himself.

Three days should be enough, right?

Even if Mr. A is useless, he's still a Sequence 5. Killing an ambassador should be a piece of cake for him.

Unless, of course, he takes the money and does nothing.

Klein's eye twitched as he thought of the worst kind of customer.

If Mr. A really takes the money and doesn't do the job, then he must ensure that the three-day protection period is just right—

It just so happened that Ambassador Beckeron sent someone to assassinate him.

How should we manage this time?

Hmm, let him do a thorough divination first.

"I'm going to the restroom."

Klein said to Marich.

……

As Alger watched the Azure Avenger successfully return to the safe course, he breathed a sigh of relief and explained, "From here, we'll head directly west along the main route, and it should only take about five days to reach Bayam."

"Don't you need to bring your sailors?"

Yu Jin asked with some surprise.

"fine."

Alger shrugged. "I gave them a month off, and they're overjoyed."

Actually not.

If this is his ship, it doesn't matter whether he takes these people or not.

However, he is a follower of the Church of Storms, and the Azure Avenger also belongs to the Church of Storms.

Those sailors were usually there to help, but at the same time they were also there to keep watch.

He has now abandoned those sailors for more than a month without any reason, and explaining it afterward will be quite troublesome.

But Alger didn't want to waste Ember's time on such trivial matters, rather than explaining to the Church of Storms.

After all, the other party had done him a great favor, so he naturally had to return the favor.

Of course, there's no need for Yu Jin to know about these trivial matters.

He can handle it himself.

Alger added, "My craftsman friend is in Bayam; you can ask him to help modify those magical items you have."

"Of course, those extraordinary materials that are not needed can also be sold on the black market in Bayam."

"Forget it."

Ember shook his head slightly. "These things might be useful if we keep them."

"it is good."

Alger immediately nodded in agreement.

The item was from the embers; the other party could do with it however they wanted, and he certainly wouldn't say a word.

Yu Jin thought for a moment, then casually added, "As for the corpses of the extraordinary creatures, you can decide what to do with them. Sell as many as you can, and split the profits fifty-fifty."

"Fifty-fifty?"

Alger was somewhat tempted.

Those corpses could fetch at least tens of thousands of gold pounds. If the profits were split 50/50, he could get at least 80,000!

This was undoubtedly a considerable temptation for Alger.

"Need not."

Alger took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "Those extraordinary creatures are all your spoils of war. I didn't do much work, so I feel unworthy to take half of it. One percent will do, as a fee for my hard work in finding buyers for you."

If someone else comes to him for this kind of work, he'll earn at least 20% of the profit.

But the demand for Ember was too great, and it had helped him a lot.

Naturally, a friendly price should be given.

"Alright."

Yu Jin didn't insist, and just nodded nonchalantly.

(End of this chapter)