Chapter 965: Brief Crisis

On the top floor of a small building, a black-haired, brown-eyed man

donning dark-colored clothes was looking down at the arms deal not far

away. This man who looked about twenty-eight couldn't help but say, "He

actually got Maysanchez? Oh, Holy Lord of Storms, Alfred, if I had known

it would turn out this way, we might as well have done the mission

ourselves. Even if all the expenses are deducted, we should still earn

at least 20,000 pounds!"

The man beside him was a young man in a black trench coat. He looked

about twenty four and had a head of resplendent blond hair and blue eyes

that resembled a lake. He had pretty good looks.

Being addressed as Alfred, he shook his head and said, "No, that would

be too noticeable. Maysanchez's allegiance has always been unclear.

Before figuring out his take on matters, rashly discussing an arms deal

with him is extremely dangerous. Dwayne Dantès is able to earn twenty

thousand pounds because he dares to take the risk."

The black-haired and brown-eyed man immediately scoffed.

"To think that Alfred Hall, who has led a few dozen men to assault a

battalion with over a thousand troops, would claim that he doesn't dare

take risks!"

Alfred shot a glance at him and said, "Pagani, this isn't the same

thing. That happened because I was confident of wiping out their command

center. And once there's a lack of leadership, a thousand scattered

troops might not be as formidable as a thousand pigs.

"In addition, the transaction this time is solely a test. It's to

establish communications and to set up a channel. If it's done by us,

who are we to seek out the next time? And the subsequent ones? If we

keep at it, we will ultimately expose ourselves. Once that happens, it

will be a diplomatic matter. Furthermore, with the deals deepening and

broadening, who knows if this would incur the notice of the demigods of

other factions. That would spell danger."

"Haha," Pagani said with a smile. "How can demigods be that free to pay

notice to such small-scale arm deals? Every faction has a limited number

of demigods. There are too many matters awaiting them."

"I know. I'm only raising an example," Alfred replied in a staid manner.

Pagani didn't harp on the matter and turned his gaze back to Dwayne

Dantès who stood outside the warehouse.

"This gentleman is said to be very generous. He donated stocks worth

more than ten thousand pounds to the Church of Evernight shortly after

he arrived in Backlund. Is this the early-stage investments that you

often speak of?

"Also, he seems to be working at the same charity foundation with your

sister. Tsk, such men are very welcome with the young ladies. He's

good-looking and has an outstanding demeanor. He's smart, experienced,

and has the artifice. He has seen all kinds of women, and he's at the

age to settle down. Alfred, you have to warn Audrey that a playboy will

always be one and that one's moral character is a flaw that can never be

corrected. You can't let the most dazzling jewel of Backlund be taken by

this fellow."

Alfred turned his head to glare at Pagani.

"There's no need for you to show any concern about such matters. Audrey

isn't a young and clueless lady. Her knowledge of the world is far more

mature than you imagine. Besides, my father and mother are in Backlund.

They have the ability to prevent any nasty things from happening."

Upon saying that, Alfred looked at the nearby arms warehouse and paused.

"Maysanchez actually sent Haggis. I'll go greet him."

This isn't the best time to meet, right... Just as Pagani was

about to say a word, Alfred had already turned to walk down the stairs.

Klein, in the form of Dwayne Dantès, didn't bring any servants. He held

his gold-inlaid cane and stood with Maysanchez's representative, Haggis,

outside the warehouse. They watched as crates of munitions were carried

out and loaded onto carriages.

At this moment, he half-turned his body upon sensing something and

looked elsewhere.

The person that was reflected in his eyes was a young man wearing a

trench coat without a hat. His blond hair was combed into a slick back,

and his blue eyes looked like a lake under a bright clear sky. He was

tall with a good build. His every move exuded an indescribable sense of

dignity. Even without any troops surrounding him, the authority he

wielded was obvious.

"Alfred!" Haggis noticed the man as well when he cried out in delighted

surprise.

*Alfred... Miss Justice's second elder brother... This feeling resembles

that of the Arbiter pathway...* Klein raised his right hand and

took off his top hat to press it against his chest as a form of

greeting.

After Alfred Hall greeted Haggis, he turned to look at Dwayne Dantès.

"Your character is widely spread across Backlund. Even I've heard of

you, despite being in East Balam."

Character? A character at making arms deals? Klein lampooned

as he chuckled.

"I'm only doing things that I believe need to be done."

Alfred nodded.

"I believe there's no need for any self-introductions? Haggis should've

mentioned me to you."

"Yes, Colonel Hall," Klein replied with a smile. "I only learned that

Miss Audrey has another brother here in the Southern Continent after I

arrived---that he served in the military and has rendered impressive

services."

Alfred cast his gaze on Dwayne Dantès's face and changed the topic:

"I thought you would take the opportunity to work at the Loen Charity

Bursary Foundation, but you surprised me by choosing to come to the

Southern Continent."

Klein maintained his smile from before.

"For an outsider to truly enter a preexisting circle is quite impossible

just by giving donations, doing charity, and hosting balls and

banquets."

Alfred tersely answered, "Very wise."

After exchanging a few pleasantries, he asked Haggis, "Did something

happen in Cookawa? It seemed rather serious."

Haggis squeezed a smile.

"I'm not too sure. I was hiding in an underground bunker at the

general's residence. I later heard that there was a lightning storm at

Revival Square."

"Lightning storm?" Alfred's gaze turned towards Dwayne Dantès again.

Klein nodded and said, "Indeed. The hotel I was staying at isn't too far

from Revival Square. I did see continuous bolts of lightning striking

that area. All of that happened in the day."

Alfred's gaze turned towards Haggis again.

"What happened to the scene in the end?"

"Most of the area was in shambles. There were marks of lightning

strikes." Haggis didn't hide the truth at all.

Alfred nodded gently and pointed to the side before saying to Haggis and

Dwayne Dantès, "I still have other matters to tend to. We can chat again

when the opportunity arises."

"See you again," Klein politely replied. It made them appear to be at a

social gathering instead of being outside a munitions warehouse.

He was watching Alfred Hall leave when his body trembled. His head made

an abrupt turn to the side.

In the primitive forests that covered East and West Balam, a figure was

slowly outlined with his back bent.

He had a fleshy face with slightly brown skin. His clothes were baggy,

and he had a rapier by his waist. In his hand was a silver mask.

Looking to his sides, this figure straightened his body. He was none

other than Admiral Hell Ludwell who had entered previously entered the

Underworld.

However, at this moment, two clumps of blood-red flames were burning in

his eye sockets. He looked completely different from before.

"I'm starving..." Ludwell opened his mouth, letting out a sigh that

seemed to come from his chest.

He then cast his gaze in a different direction, muttering, "The owner of

this marionette is over there. Fate has brought us together again.

"He has a Hunter pathway item on him. It's perfect for replenishing

myself."

Just as he said that, a bloody mouth appeared on the left cheek of

Ludwell's face. It opened and closed as it said, "Medici, what we need

to deal with first is our survival! After this marionette loses its

connection to its owner, it's no different from the dead. The remnant

spirit will quickly return to the Underworld and not be able to maintain

the body. And without the Underworld inside him, we will inevitably be

weakened until we dissipate!"

"Yes, the most pressing matter now is to find another Gatekeeper."

Another mouth appeared on Ludwell's right cheek.

Red Angel Medici immediately scoffed.

"Sauron, Einhorn, were the two of you women in the past? Your nature as

angels has been left in the dumps because of you! That fellow was able

to resist 0-08's arrangements several times, implying that he's

definitely not simple. With a chance to lock onto him, how can we give

it up? Once this marionette completely dies, things wouldn't be that

simple again!

"Besides, the Hunter pathway item on him can effectively extend our

existence. Once we finish him, it wouldn't be too late finding a

Gatekeeper."

The bloody crack on Ludwell's left cheek immediately scoffed.

"Medici, have you sacrificed your brain to the True Creator? That fellow

has clearly advanced. In our current condition, defeating a Bizarro

Sorcerer isn't difficult, but killing him is nearly impossible!"

Medici wasn't frustrated, and instead, he laughed deeply.

"This isn't something unresolvable. As long as you allow me to chant my

Lord's honorific name, helpers will immediately arrive. A Gatekeeper

might even be automatically brought here."

The mouth on Ludwell's right check immediately opened and closed.

"Sauron, let's work together to stop him and search for a Gatekeeper."

"Alright." The mouth on Ludwell's left cheek didn't hesitate to reply.

Upon seeing this, Red Angel Medici laughed.

"The two of you have fallen for it! My goal has been met. I can confirm

that the two of you were previously women!"

The two mouths on Ludwell's cheeks roared, "Shut up!"

"Humph, we've been merged together for two thousand years. Would we not

know what tricks you're up to? There's no need to struggle again!"

As they spoke, the colors around Admiral Hell Ludwell instantly

saturated and stacked upon one another.

He had entered the spirit world and began traversing it.

Outside the munitions warehouse, Klein finally retracted his gaze as his

premonition for danger vanished.

For that one moment, he had a baffling feeling, but he was unable to

project the corresponding scene in his mind.

What happened? Klein muttered to himself. Without waiting any

further, he threw the suitcase in his hand to the officer who was in

charge of handing and taking over. Then, he said to Haggis, "The rest is

yours. You can give me the rest of the payment."

He was referring to the heavy case filled with gold bars and coins.

Haggis had planned on having drinks with Dwayne Dantès after the

completion of the deal to celebrate its success, and to discuss any

future deals. He never expected Dwayne Dantès to be in such a hurry to

leave.

"Alright. It's on the carriage," he pointed and said.

Alfred, who had already walked quite a distance, turned his head to look

over, perplexed. He wasn't sure why Dwayne Dantès wasn't following the

predesignated procedure.