Chapter 824: Chapter 463: Not Good, the Adult Has Infiltrated_2 Chapter 824: Chapter 463: Not Good, the Adult Has Infiltrated_2 The next morning, someone discovered that the slave trader had drowned in his own urine in the back alley of the tavern.
John, acting temporarily as the chief of public security, came over to inspect and firmly stated, “Drunken to death. He fell over while urinating, his nose and mouth landing squarely in the puddle; he suffocated. Does anybody know him? Does anyone recognize him? No one? Then drag him away. An anonymous drunken corpse, if unclaimed for seven days, shall be burned.”
Silver coin and Anthony continually collected purchasing information from the Sorcerer Alliance, deducing many crucial pieces of intel, but that was all they could do. They were powerless to act further.
The landing sites selected by the Sorcerer’s Ladder were strategically chosen for their defensibility, such as Northern Wind City. The Northern Wind Mountain Range spanned the southeast, with the territory being entirely desert except for a single main city.
As long as the Undead Guards of the main city were completely eliminated, it would be impossible for a large-scale appearance of Undead in the area.
Even more, the Sorcerer Alliance deployed airships and constructions to repair any disrupted routes, meaning, even if there were a massive influx of Undead, they were not worried about them accessing Northern Wind City via any one route to pose a threat.
“Being powerful gives confidence,” Anthony remarked while analyzing the intelligence.
Durken shrugged his shoulders: “Can’t help it; their Annihilation Sphere is too potent. On the main road of Northern Wind City, pack it with as many Undead as possible; they’re merely delivering themselves to death.”
“How is your research on the Annihilation Sphere going?” Anthony asked.
“It’s done. The impact range is large, affecting Undead within a hundred meters in diameter; the closer to the explosion, the greater the impact. I tested it with several Soul Hearts; they couldn’t withstand it,” Durken explained.
Soul Heart belonged to the rank of High-Order Undead like Gold Skeletons, Iron Skin Zombies, Necromancer Kings, and Undead Saints, and possessed only a Soul Heart.
“Can it be defended against?” Anthony asked.
“A little, but if hit directly, there’s no chance; besides, they usually don’t throw just one Annihilation Sphere,” Durken shrugged.
Anthony developed a headache. Possessing an Annihilation Sphere—a major weapon targeted at the Undead—a direct confrontation was unwise. How could he execute Ange’s orders?
Just when Anthony was at his wit’s end, Silver Coin hurriedly rushed in, speaking urgently, “It’s terrible, the Lord has infiltrated the Sorcerer’s Ladder.”
“What!?” Anthony and Durken were both so startled they jumped: “What happened? How did the Lord get in? What occurred?”
The story is a long one, all because Little Angel was too cute.
Today was their third time delivering vegetables to the Sorcerer Alliance, and the quantity was substantial, reaching six thousand pounds.
To meet the Sorcerer Alliance’s requirement for ‘cleanliness’, Ange always accompanied them, hiding in the wagon outside the city to fill the compartment thoroughly, minimizing pollution during transport.
It was already the third time, and both Anthony and Durken were too busy to accompany them, leaving Silver Coin to lead the team.
While waiting to deliver the goods, a group of classic Holy Light female priests happened to start their shift, and seeing Little Angel idly kicking stones beside the carts, they excitedly surrounded her.
They bombarded her with questions, pinching her face and patting her head, which infuriated Little Angel, who howled and glared angrily at the pretty faces of the female priests.
Before she could act, Ange picked her up.
“Your daughter is so adorable. Hello, we are Holy Light priests. My name is Yunico; I’m glad to meet you,” a beautiful priestess dressed in a classic robe revealing a pristine neck and clavicle said to Ange with a smile.
Ange tilted his head.
“Hehe, won’t you introduce yourself? What’s your name?” Yunico continued, smiling.
“Ange,” Ange replied with his usual alias.
“And you?” Yunico squatted down, her eyes bending into crescents, “What’s your name, cute little girl?”
“Aow~” Being picked up, Little Angel knew she couldn’t hit anyone and responded pitifully.
“Aow? That’s a peculiar name… May the Light bless you.” Yunico invoked the Holy Light, touching Little Angel’s forehead.
This was a blessing; Yunico was too fond of the adorable little girl.
But the moment her hand touched Little Angel, her expression changed dramatically, her eyes widening in disbelief at Little Angel then looking at her own hand.
Her companions noticed her unusual reaction and quickly asked, “What’s wrong?”
“Affinity with the Holy Light, affinity with the Holy Light, she has the qualities of a Saintess,” Yunico said excitedly.
The projection of Negris on Ange had almost laughed aloud. Qualities of a Saintess? She was a Six-winged Archangel, embodiment of Holy Light itself!
But these classical priests didn’t see it that way, and upon hearing Yunico’s words, they all excitedly crowded around.
Ange defensively pulled the Little Angel behind him, blocking these women who seemed eager to come over and snatch her away.
Yunico shouted, “Step back, step back, don’t scare her.”
After calming her excited companions, Yunico then said, “I’m sorry, Mr. Ange, they didn’t mean any harm, they just got too excited. How about this? You and the Little Sky , and we’ll go over there to drink something and chat, okay?”
Ange looked back at Silver Coin.
Silver Coin nodded, he could tell that these priests held a relatively high status, far higher than the Assistant Manager Wrench Headshot who bought vegetables.
Wrench was already sending him pleading and threatening glances, seemingly saying, “Hurry up and deal with these ladies, or we’ll all be in trouble.”
After all, it was just a chat, it shouldn’t be dangerous.
Ange, holding Little Sky, followed Yunico and others to their workplace.
Yunico and her companions felt a bit heartbroken, occasionally turning around to say, “Mr. Ange, that doesn’t look comfortable, does it? How about setting down Little Sky?”
Letting her down lest she hits you…
Ange set Little Angel down and solemnly cautioned, “Rawr!”
“Rawr~” Little Angel nodded reluctantly.
Yunico quickly said, “Don’t be afraid, come, I’ll treat you to some sweet water,” while reaching out to hold Little Angel’s hand.
Having just been cautioned by Ange, Little Angel helplessly let the other party hold her hand.
Negris whispered in Ange’s mind, “Has Little Angel shrunk again? She looks shorter than before.”
Ange nodded, with the growth of her power, Little Angel’s form would shrink. She was now the genuine height of a Six-winged Archangel, about 1.4 meters, even shorter than Luna.
When they arrived at the healing place, this group of priests was originally there to change shifts, but when the original priests heard about the affinity with Holy Light, they crowded around and didn’t bother changing shifts. They kept fussing over Little Angel with pinches and squeezes.
It was clear that these people liked Little Angel, as they brought out their candy and snacks for her to eat. Yunico even brought out a clean cup, poured water into it, and then performed a Purification spell.
When healing patients, they generally hesitated to use Divine Arts, but now they used Purification for the water.
After purifying it, Yunico added some dry fruit slices and sugar, creating a delicious cup of sweet fruit tea.
Negris whispered, “Fruit and sugar are very expensive in their area; this kind of fruit tea is something they themselves might not usually indulge in.”
Indeed, Yunico only brewed one cup; the others only drank plain water.
Little Angel was temperamental but not foolish; she also realized that these people meant no harm, so she took it and guzzled down a big gulp.
Seeing that she accepted their kind gestures, everyone smiled and came over to fuss over her again.
After a while of petting, everyone finally remembered what Yunico said about the Affinity with Holy Light, and they came over to lay their hands on her head to bless her, personally experiencing the so-called affinity with Holy Light.
“Where is the person with the affinity with the Holy Light?” a magnetic voice called out from outside the crowd.
“Lady Monica!” The crowd made room, and a curvaceous, tall, and well-endowed woman walked in.
It was a high, curvaceous woman whose tight priest robe couldn’t hide her figure. Yet, a birthmark and a scar on her face marred her beauty.
“So adorable. Do you have an affinity with the Holy Light? May the Holy Light bless you,” Monica said sweetly, squatting down and applying Holy Light onto Little Angel’s forehead.
Little Angel pursed her lips, growing slightly irritated. Just as Monica squatted down to meet her eye level, Little Angel too summoned the Holy Light, placing her hand on the scar on Monica’s face.