Wayne’s face was solemn as he swayed back and forth, "Unless I’m mistaken, you’ve been targeted by a Mage."
"A follower of Death?"
Clarisse’s face turned serious, and a sharp glint flashed in the corner of her eye.
Wayne, surprised by the drastic change in her demeanor, subconsciously stopped swaying. Before he could answer Clarisse’s question, some rustling noises came from the bushes surrounding them.
Clarisse’s eyes gleamed with white light, cold like moonlight that seemed like frozen spring water, casting the New Moon Enchantment around the black car.
Such fast spellcasting!
Wayne gave Clarisse a look and, clutching the waistband of his pants, stepped out of the car, fuming, "Who’s there, in the middle of the night, can’t you see we’re in the middle of something here?"
Don’t you dare sway around in the car next time!
She pushed open the car door and joined Wayne by his side.
Wayne spotted several figures, extremely cautious, with no intention of confronting him head-on. After a moment of hesitation, they sank into the darkness and disappeared.
Wayne didn’t chase them but let Ah Bin follow them in the midst of the fog.
"Clarisse, I scared them off. Shall we continue? Where would you like to go for our date?"
Uh, your place or mine?
Wayne winked, wisely choosing not to voice the question, and drove Clarisse back to his own home.
Meanwhile, a few figures in black robes entered the sewer, disappearing through a portal.
Ah Bin marked a spot with urine, then faded into the mist to await his master’s call.
The robed figures stepped through the portal into a desolate ancient city, finding their leader Jeliff at the headquarters.
"Boss, Number 7 was a failure."
The Black Robe minion complained, "Two days wasted for nothing, she’s not a virgin, she doesn’t meet the requirements."
Jeliff, puzzled, thought that their target, a researcher from the women’s college, had been fine up until a couple of days ago. Suddenly, she no longer met the requirements.
"Boss, the intel wasn’t accurate, Number 7 isn’t a proper girl."
The Black Robe minion insisted confidently, "The whole college is talking about it. Just ask around; she’s a mistress to a rich man, never spending her nights in her own bed..."
"Shut up, you believe such nonsense?"
Jeliff couldn’t help but laugh, "Use your brains; she’s a member of the Moonlight Church, the Priest’s adopted daughter, lacking nothing, least of all money."
"Boss, is there a chance the Moonlight Church urgently needs a large sum of money to cover, and the Priest sent his adopted daughter to a rich man’s bed?"
Jeliff darkened his face, looking at his minion, "You and your bright ideas, come here, let me see how much concrete is stuffed in that head of yours."
"No, Boss, they can vouch for it. The rich man is really wealthy. His house is enormous."
The minions testified one after another, grinding their teeth in low curses, united in their resentment against the class enemy.
"That doesn’t prove she’s lost her purity..."
"She really did, just moments ago. The rich man’s young master drove her by the roadside, and seeing it was deserted, he hurriedly got it over with."
The Black Robe minion was extremely annoyed, cursing, "We tried to stop it, but he was just too quick, an utter waste, shaking the car a few times and it was over."
"Exactly, it takes me longer to smoke a cigarette."
"It was clearly just half a cigarette."
Jeliff covered his face with his hand, "Enough talking, all of you get out, did you see him do it? No? Then continue to follow."
"Boss, there’s no need to follow any longer. Although we didn’t see him do it, Number 7’s expression was clearly off afterward, as if she were a completely different person. I’m someone with experience, I understand these things."
The Black Robe minion raised his hand, swearing an oath; with their collective experiences, Number 7 was disqualified, and further surveillance would be pointless.
"Then let’s move on to another. Here’s Number 9, follow him and see what his deal is." Jeliff slapped a photo down.
"Boss, he’s not pure either; he’s the very same wealthy man’s son."
What do you mean, we’ve lost two targets in the time it takes to smoke half a cigarette?