Chapter 319: Chapter 208 He Always Bears Everything Alone
As the sun sets in the west, night falls.
For the majority of the lower-class citizens living in the Lower City North District, it’s time to end their strenuous and exhausting day.
Though life is not wealthy, returning home to the warm milk and freshly baked soft bread offered by their waiting wives and children provides some consolation.
However, for the people in the Black Street Market, with the arrival of night, their time to make a living has just begun.
This place is filled with violence, bloodshed, and chaos, along with countless assassinations and human trafficking, truly a paradise for criminals.
Here, one can even see women being raped in the streets, or gang members being killed leaving limbs scattered and corpses everywhere.
Even the officials from the Imperial Civil Affairs Department are reluctant to pay too much attention to this place that smells like dog shit.
Or perhaps, behind this, there are shadows of nobles secretly supporting.
In such a gray zone of pervasive bloodshed and chaos, no matter what happens, it’s nothing unusual for those smugglers and slave traders wandering in the Black Street Market.
It should have been .
Yet at this moment, staring at the second round moon hanging high in the sky, they simultaneously felt a soul-chilling and shivering sensation.
That wasn’t the moon at all, but the special ability of a High Rank Transcendent!
Accompanied by the tremendous force like a meteorite falling, the shockwave and dust spread out in all directions.
What on earth happened?
At this moment, everyone in the Black Street Market, including those wild Transcendents who came for trading, felt such terrifying Extraordinary Power for the first time, up close and personal.
Everyone was so frightened that they stood frozen in place.
It was only after everything had died down that they screamed, causing chaos as they scattered in all directions.
Above the ruins, Tiya shone brilliantly and dazzlingly with the moonlight, resembling a Goddess, cold and noble.
The body of the Black Street girl Julie lay quietly at her feet, seeming unable to close her eyes in death, but the assassins lying around in all directions, dead or injured, seemed to be mourning for her.
Sorry, I couldn’t save you.
At this moment, the battle had ended, and Tiya lowered her eyelids, staring at Julie’s now cold body.
Though she appeared calm on the outside, her heart was already overwhelmed with grief and pain.
It’s not that she had any deep connection with the girl.
In fact, if it weren’t for helping Lynn, she wouldn’t even have considered leveraging this connection.
Yet the outcome was extremely painful.
Painful to the point that Tiya started to doubt herself.
Did she do something wrong?
Or is it that once someone gets too deeply involved with her, they inadvertently carve their fate into this tragic cycle?
Not just the Black Street girl Julie, but even that guy.
For some reason, Tiya faintly felt that ever since she broke away from the Silent Church and the Goddess, as well as her predetermined destiny that should have been set in stone, everything seemed to have run wild towards a tragic end like an unruly wild horse.
However, now was not the time to think about these things.
She gripped the Moonlight Scepter in her hand and slowly walked down from the ruins, ignoring the Black Street assassins she had wiped out, and headed straight towards the seemingly petrified Hound Frank.
Just one strike destroyed three blocks around?!
Even to give a warning, this woman left enough time for the innocents to escape, seemingly with effortless control!
Frank had always heard that those official-born Transcendents were well-trained and could easily handle wild Transcendents.
At that time, Frank didn’t believe it, always thinking that the Black Street assassins he had nurtured with wolf-like methods were the real forces of combat.
If by sheer numbers, even a High Rank Transcendent could be successfully ambushed and killed!
However, he overlooked one thing.
A small, obvious thing.
In his own world, he was the main character, so it was quite normal to want to determine some matters based on subjective assumptions.
But in this complex world composed of countless individuals, he, Hound Frank, was just a trivial extra.
Even throughout the Saint Laurent Empire, even throughout Glostit, he was nothing more than a dog handling dirty matters in the hands of big players.
When useful, called a “Hound.”
Once faced with a being who could be called the “protagonist” of this world, or even an era, the so-called hound naturally becomes a stray dog on the street.
At this moment, feeling the girl’s indifferent yet murderous gaze and the cold Scepter lightly against his throat, accompanied by a “thump,” Frank panickedly knelt on the ground.
“Don’t, don’t kill me!” Growing up in the Black Street, he was naturally adaptable, “Holy Daughter, no, Holy Daughter! Please spare my life! I was just acting under orders, compelled to…”
“You should know why I came for you today.”
Tiya seemed to ignore his pleas, speaking calmly.
But the more she did so, the fear in Frank’s eyes grew even more pronounced, forcing him to answer, “You, you want to know how to send Mr. Lynn out of the city, right?”