Infinite Transmigration Starting from Violet

The man's eyes flashed with murderous intent the moment he heard those words.

“Your Excellency, I deserve to die. Although we failed to capture those three men, according to our investigation, they seem to be members of the security force. Just a few days ago, they were inquiring about the whereabouts of the ‘miracle drug’ on Anning Road…”

"The security team...?" The man's eyes darted around. "What are they doing here?"

"I don't know. Perhaps they learned about the elixir of immortality from somewhere and are trying to profit from it?"

"Hmph, ordinary guards don't have that kind of ability or guts," the man said coldly. "Oujia is dead. Who is the current captain of the Imperial Capital Guard?"

"It seems to be someone named Lu Ye. I heard he has a pretty good reputation among the citizens."

The man was silent for a moment: "Go down, and remember the rules."

The white-clad guards trembled upon hearing this.

But a moment later, they silently drew their knives, cut off their right index fingers in unison, endured the intense pain, placed them on the ground, bowed, and turned to leave.

“Lu Ye…” the man murmured, “You want to die? Hmph, then so be it.”

Chapter 255 Precognitive Abilities

The man buttoned up his clothes, and the women around him tidied his clothes accordingly.

"Lord Berlick... calm down, it's not good for your health to get angry."

"You all go out first, leave me alone for a while."

"Yes."

After the guards and women had all left, Berlik let out a sigh of relief.

He sat down on a luxurious high chair, with a long red carpet stretching all the way to the main entrance of the hall.

Originally, this was a place for believers to pray, simple and holy, but now it has been decorated into a luxurious space like a palace.

Berlik pondered for a moment, then took out a reagent from his pocket.

The reagent, only about two fingers wide, was filled with a green liquid, but it was this liquid that allowed Berlick to make a huge profit.

With this potion that allows people to recover superhumanly, he has become a "god" of the Path of Tranquility.

Believers believed that he was the incarnation of a god on earth, and the spokesperson of the gods.

He used his power to rule the surrounding area, and even bribed the soldiers of the nearby capital.

Moreover, the medicine also brought him economic benefits.

Although a million is a bit of an exaggeration, other things can be used as collateral.

For example, land.

For example, real estate.

For example, the body...

In short, anything of value can be exchanged.

This is why Berlick priced the medicine so high.

But not long ago, he lost a potion.

To be honest, this incident infuriated him. The three men somehow got wind of it, sneaked over, pretended to agree to his conditions, and then stole the potion when he wasn't looking.

However, if it's just a potion, he can bear the cost. As long as he mobilizes his followers, he won't have to worry about not being able to find the three unless they leave the capital.

The key is that the three men were exceptionally skilled, able to break through the blockade of the guards inside Anning Road and escape.

More importantly, their identities are quite special.

—The Imperial Capital Garrison.

Normally, ordinary security guards only patrol the outer perimeter of Anning Road. Since Anning Road is already guarded, the security guards usually don't pay much attention to this area and therefore don't get information about the potion.

Therefore, in Berlik's view, the only person who could instruct these three to act was the current captain of the security team, Lu Ye.

Why would Lu Ye send someone here? Does that guy want a piece of the pie?

Berlik, of course, would not allow such a thing to happen.

He had heard of Lu Ye's deeds.

Shortly after arriving in the capital, he entered the guard force with outstanding grades, and then single-handedly killed the decapitator Zank...

This is enough to prove that this person is quite capable.

However, none of that mattered. He was not afraid of Lu Ye, the captain of the Imperial Capital Garrison, because in some ways, his status was higher and more prestigious than Lu Ye's, since Berlik was a minister who had specially placed him within the Anning Road.

As the largest religious group in the capital, the ministers naturally had to pay close attention. People are sometimes foolish; when powerless to change their circumstances, they fantasize about an omnipotent figure to save them. People usually call this figure "God" and believe in it wholeheartedly. Sometimes, controlling faith is equivalent to controlling people's hearts.

The key to this matter lies in...

Berlik heard that Luye seems to have recently joined a new team organized by General Esdeath...

This is troublesome.

This matter must be reported to the minister, but given the minister's temperament, he probably won't take my side.

Because Esdeath was very close to the ministers... their relationship could be described as an alliance.

Moreover, unlike the ministers, General Esdeath was very kind to her subordinates, a fact known to all the officials in the capital.

Berlik knew perfectly well that offending Esdeath because of him was a bad deal, and no minister would do something so disadvantageous.

Therefore, the only way to deal with Lu Ye is probably through his own strength.

"This won't do..."

Berlik muttered to himself as he got up from his chair.

He guessed that once Lu Ye obtained the medicine, he would definitely find someone to test it first.

After he succeeds, that guy will definitely make another move!

We need to be prepared to deal with it.

Prepare more guards, set up more ambushes and traps, and then wait for the prey to come to them.

But before that... he decided to visit an old friend.

He might be of great help to me in the future.

Berlik slowly walked to the back of the luxurious seats.

It was a newly painted wall, and a statue of an angel with its hands clasped together in front of its chest.

However, Berlick knew that before the building was completely renovated, there was originally a confessional in this wall.

The so-called confessional is a well-soundproof room, divided in the middle by wooden railings and a gauze curtain, so that the people on either side cannot see each other, but can only hear each other's voices. People who are remorseful or sinful will pray to the clergy here, pouring out their hearts and their sins.

Berlik pried open the angel statue's hand, and it parted slightly. Then, the sound of gears meshing came from behind the wall, and the wall slowly cracked open, revealing a door that was integrated with the wall itself.

When the place was being renovated, Berlick deliberately left this space open, creating a passageway in the original location of the confessional leading to the original living room at the back.

Berlik stepped inside, and the wall door closed behind him, shutting out the last ray of light from the outside world.

There was an oil lamp on the wall at the entrance.

Berlik lit it and then went inside.

The passage was rough, with sharp, angular stones all around, and had not been carefully leveled at all. However, Berlik didn't care about that. After a few minutes, he reached the end of the passage.

The passage ended at an iron gate. There was no light inside, but an oil lamp provided some illumination, and some furniture could be vaguely seen inside, such as a wooden bed and a desk. Although it was simple, it wasn't empty.

This looks like a living room, but it's the only way out now, because after the building was rebuilt, all the original entrances and exits were sealed off, leaving only this hidden exit.

Those who live in the room are like prisoners.

"What wind blew you here?"

In the dark room, a gentle voice rang out, somewhat androgynous, making it impossible to tell whether it was male or female.

"Get out here right now!" Berlick kicked the iron gate hard.

The sound of clothes rustling could be heard.

A moment later, a blond man appeared behind the iron fence, his long hair cascading down like a waterfall.

His appearance is also androgynous, somewhere between male and female; he is very handsome, yet possesses a uniquely feminine softness.

"Berlik, it's been a while. How's the leader doing? Do you still enjoy playing shogi?" the blond man asked.

"Hmph, I'm not in the mood for that today. You should know why I came to see you!"

“I know, isn’t that why you didn’t kill me and instead imprisoned me here?” The blond man smiled slightly, without any sarcasm or anger, easily accepting Berlik’s treatment of him.

"Then quickly use your damned abilities to tell me what I should do next!" Berlik said. "Someone has their eye on the potion, and I'm going to get rid of him!"

Upon hearing this, the figure remained silent, but a golden light seemed to flash in his eyes.

"Do you really want to know?" he asked.

"Stop talking nonsense and tell me!" Berlik grabbed the blond man by the collar.

“I’m really anxious…” the blond man sighed. “For some people, knowing their destiny is a blessing, while for others it is a torment… From now on, you don’t need to do anything, just wait for your destiny.”

"Do nothing? What does that mean?" Berlik was puzzled.

"It means give up. No matter what you do, you can't escape the fate of 'death'."

"Bastard!"

Berlik flew into a rage and punched the blond man hard in the face.

He then took out his key, opened the iron gate, picked up the blond man, threw him onto the bed, and pressed his body against him.

"You dare to play me? I'll say it again, use your precognitive abilities right now, or I'll show you what it means to wish you were dead..."

The blond man did not resist; he simply wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"If you looked at my face now, would you still be interested?"

Berlik paused, picked up the oil lamp, and then froze.

It's unclear when, but the blond man's face has aged considerably.

If he was once a vibrant young man in his early twenties, he has now entered middle age. His once firm skin has begun to sag, and wrinkles have appeared around his eyes. This is unacceptable to someone like Berlik who prefers young girls.