Chapter 170: Chapter 154: The Cheating Secret of the Blood Moon
Kaimon City, “Upper District,” Cathedral area, Silent Forest Villa District No. 22.
A respectful knocking sound emerged, and three seconds later, a cool voice responded, “Come in.”
Beastman Gessas pushed open the door, bringing his entourage into what could be described as a miniature library of a study – with a ceiling height of 7.7 meters, covering an area of 79 square meters. All the walls were adorned with carefully crafted goblin artisanal relief bookshelves. Even the ceiling was draped in glass, behind which was placed one inheritance scroll after another, made using secret techniques from the ancient times. The floor was carpeted with a layer of soft, powder-purple charming fur.
Although it was not his first time here, every time he saw this luxurious room, Gessas couldn’t help but bow even lower.
Let alone the precious knowledge that would never circulate outside the Veil, the powder-purple carpet alone was enough to suppress any rebellious thoughts – knowing that Meiwa fur changes color, and powder-purple was considered the rarest and most beautiful.
How many Meiwa had to die to weave such a carpet?
Of course, Gessas didn’t believe the Master would employ illegal methods for just a carpet. Given the Master’s personality, he would never display something tainted so openly, suggesting that this carpet was a legitimate and legal piece of art.
He speculated that perhaps the Master had purchased it from a research institute, or it was a gift from a scholar of the Blood Saint Clan—with most merchandise related to corpses usually coming from such an institute.
Only the research institute, which controlled all the corpse resources, could produce such extravagantly stunning artwork “legally and legitimately.”
Walking past the book forest on the carpet, Gessas set his eyes upon a desk that resembled the trunk of a tree. There were no lights on in the room; pale red moonlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows and was bisected by the chair, softly covering the area around the desk.
The person sitting in the chair was bathed in darkness, and when he opened his green eyes, Gessas lowered his gaze to his toes, not daring to meet the Elf’s gaze.
“You don’t seem to be bringing me good news, Gessas.”
“We have found Ronald. We dispatched two Golden Mouths and seven Silver Tongues, but the ‘Death Cultist’ proved too ferocious, and they eventually escaped.” Gessas quickly reported, “All the black market medical practitioners are already under Woodpecker surveillance. The moment they seek treatment, we will certainly capture them.”
“Alright, and what else?”
“Though we have no eyewitness reports, from shopping and garbage disposal, we can assert that Igula Bokin is hiding in Blood Frenzy Hunter Emi Lexa’s apartment. But Emi Lexa is of the Moon Shadow Clan, and we cannot proceed with further searches.”
“The Moon Shadow Clan is willing to shelter him?” The Elf showed some surprise. “He must have deceived them; most Moon Shadows are monsters with simple minds… What else?”
“Several affiliated hospitals’ ‘Corpse Recovery Departments’ have reported that when they went to retrieve corpses using coordinates provided by the Crime Hunting Hall, they found no bodies; and an Upper District Crime Hunting Bureau, having received a ‘death signal,’ arrived at the crime scene within ten minutes, only to find no corpse and were unable to track any traces.”
“A few sensational murders happened in the Lower District. Several gang leaders under the Eternal Life Club suddenly went mad and slaughtered their own men; the bodies showed clear signs of necromancy.”
“A former Eternal Life club councilor died in his sleep with no signs of resistance.”
“The clean and skilled disposal of bodies and the style of crime reminiscent of a control master clearly suggest ‘Corpse Lover’ Archibald Harvey is on a mission of revenge.”
“Based on his activities, it’s safe to assume his base is within the Pig District. Give me three more days, and I am certain I can find him!” Gessas said.
“I don’t doubt your capabilities, but you definitely won’t find him.”
The Elf tapped his finger lightly on the desk, “This Necromancer has offended the Blood Saint Clan’s taboos. These days, the Crime Hunting Hall will undoubtedly be using all their efforts to pursue him… Perhaps as we speak, he’s already been captured by the Blood Frenzy Hunters to be bled like a pig, his memories extracted and meticulously peeled apart, his body broken down into various materials—when facing an enemy that touches upon their interests, the Blood Saint Clan is always generous with their respect.”
“Though we haven’t captured anyone, these four points could be considered good news, right? Then…”
Gessas trembled all over, his knees softened, and he kneeled down, pressing his forehead to the carpet. Even as an all-encompassing fear gripped his heart, his words remained smooth, “I’m sorry, but Woodpecker really can’t find any trace of Ash Heath, not a single piece of information.”
Laughter came from behind the desk, “Under the glory of the Blood Moon, all are equal, and what’s more, Gessas, you are a Two-winged Mage yourself, one who has bathed in the ‘golden rain.’ Don’t kneel so readily.”
Facing what seemed like comforting reassurance, Gessas dared not make any sudden moves. This paragon among beastmen, still maintained the most humble posture, exposing his undefended back to the Master’s gaze.
Yes, he and the Master, both were Golden Mages. Had this been anywhere else, Gessas wouldn’t necessarily sit on an equal footing with the Master, but he certainly wouldn’t be so abject… However, this was the Kingdom of Blood Moon.
Laws were the will of the gods, and norms the desire of the gods.
Unless one was willing to defect from society, detach from civilization, turn into a beast, withdraw from this rubbish game, even a Legendary Mage would have to abide by social norms—and in a game with rules, resources are the ultimate power.