Chapter 150: Thirty-six, it’s not Helmo!
It’s your…_2 Chapter 150: Thirty-six, it’s not Helmo!
It’s your…_2 Fenli’s pupils constricted slightly, “You mean…”
“Although our adventure last night did not achieve total success, we’ve already made significant progress,” Yong Xin said with a smile.
Have you seen any reaction from the other Bishops?”
Fenli said nothing, but he understood what Yong Xin meant.
The death of a district Bishop was once an earth-shattering event.
The Sky Tower’s Bishop would surely have called the remaining Bishops to discuss countermeasures and declare a state of emergency in Lyra until the true criminal was found.
These were the written rules.
But now, Hallman had been dead for a night, and none of these things had happened.
There was only one possibility left.
The Bishops had completely lost their perception of the outside world.
And Lyra was now powerless to respond to the current situation.
It was like an old man in the twilight of his years, whose every breath expended all his energy.
At that moment, Fenli felt a profound sense of desolation, even though it lasted only a brief instant.
Yong Xin did not care what Fenli was thinking.
He sauntered over to Fenli and said slowly, “Without the Bishop’s restraint, Minister Fenli, you can now do so, so much more.
And the New Chaser Association needs your strength now to eliminate that one remaining threat.
Of course, if you are unwilling, we could also send in the Devil’s Army to the town.”
Fenli narrowed his eyes slightly, “The Devil’s Army?
“I have already told you, Minister Fenli,” Yong Xin said calmly, “from today on, there are no more rules, and naturally no more taboos.”
After hearing this, Fenli gave Yong Xin a deep look, then turned and left.
After Fenli left, a strange tentacle emerged from the desk.
It looked around, and when it “saw” Yong Xin, its body began to wriggle and soon split open to form a mouth, and then it spoke, “It seems this minion isn’t very obedient.”
“He will be,” Yong Xin said with a smile.
“Unlike that dead Knight, he’s nothing but a double-dealing whore.
He just needs an excuse to do our bidding.
With that excuse, he’ll deceive himself into doing anything.”
“Heh, you seem to have a deep understanding of the human heart,” the voice said lightly.
“Is this what ‘Domination’ is?”
“It’s just that after experiencing life and death too many times, I’ve seen through everything,” Yong Xin answered with a light laugh.
“But you seem slightly worried,” the tentacle inquired.
Last night he suddenly used a power that wasn’t his, according to you, it was Rhein’s spell?”
“Yes, that was Rhein’s spell,” Yong Xin nodded slightly.
“As I suspected, he must have acquired something from Rhein, but I’m not yet sure what it is…
However, it doesn’t matter, I’ve already sent people to check in Rhein.
I expect results soon.”
“Such a restless fellow,” the tentacle drawled.
“But that’s not the only thing worrying you, is it?”
Yong Xin fell silent.
He didn’t immediately answer but slowly walked to the office window, gazing into the distance.
The sky was dark with accumulating clouds, the air filled with the smell of dampness, and faint rumblings of thunder could be heard.
“After being injured last night, I left here immediately,” Yong Xin spoke, “about ten minutes later, I came back with some men, and he was gone.
But I found that Bishop Hallman had not been dead for more than two minutes.”
The tentacle was silent for a while, then said, “You mean, Hallman could have had a conversation with Gerard at the last moment?”
“That means he knows a lot now—about Lyra’s current situation, my Lord’s existence, and…”
Yong Xin calmly finished the sentence.
Just then, the muffled thunder exploded loudly.
And the downpour began.
Watching Lyra through the curtain of rain, Yong Xin softly said,
“He already knows who I am.”
Gerard panted heavily, leaning against a wall, moving slowly through the alley in the pouring rain.
He couldn’t take two steps without stopping to retch, sometimes vomiting blood that was quickly diluted by the accumulated water, and other times nothing at all.
“Your body is much worse than I imagined,” Bai Wei’s voice leisurely echoed in his mind.
“Without the aid of machinery, you’re really no different from a cripple.”
Before Gerard could respond, Bai Wei added, “Someone’s coming.”
Seconds later, he too heard footsteps and stood rigid against the wall, holding his breath.
Quickly, a group of Skeleton Corps members rushed past the entrance of the alley, pausing at the mouth of the alley but not entering, and soon left.
Once they were far away, Gerard relaxed, stepped out of the alley, and instantly saw the Wanted Notice posted at the entrance.
The target, naturally, was him.
“It’s as we thought last night,” Bai Wei said.
“With the death of the Bishop, the rules and order have further declined, and now they can openly issue a Wanted Notice against you…
You saved the city just last night; without you, those bugs would have eaten away most of the district, right?
But now, not only does no one thank you, they want to post you on the wall—no good deed goes unpunished, eh?”