Chapter 43【VIP】

The half arm made Opesa's hand tremble, and the clothes in her hand almost fell off.

The white one doesn't look like a normal person, could it be... a corpse?

Sinderel reacted faster than her. He took out a dagger from somewhere and blocked it in front of her. The cold light in his emerald pupils was sharper than the blade. He didn't stop until he saw the dirty wrist clearly through the crack in the door.

Opesa frowned, and Sinderel in front of her became more alert and walked out with lighter steps.

"Hiss..." A faint gasp was heard, and the arm in the crack of the door slowly retracted. A dark figure stood up from the crack. "Oh my... I'm dizzy from hitting my head."

It wasn't a corpse. It was a female voice. It sounded quite young.

"Who?" Opesa exclaimed cautiously, observing the condition of the snow-white and transparent arm.

"Hmm?" The female voice outside asked doubtfully, "Excuse me, is this a secret code?"

Sinderel still didn't let his guard down. Opesa stopped him, pressed down his arm holding the dagger, shook her head silently, and said to the outside, "Yes, what's going on?"

"That's great! We finally found it!" The woman's voice outside suddenly became excited. The shop door creaked—the girl squeezed through the door with her body tilted, a big smile on her snow-white face. "Hello!"

The first thing that caught my eye was her dusty, worn, coarse cloth. She looked up at Opesa with a grin, her snow-white hair a mess, a broken bowl in her hand, and her gums a perverse pink beneath her sickly pale skin.

She tucked the broken bowl under her arm and freed her hands: "My kind benefactor, I'm here to repay you!"

This person was the white-haired beggar they met in the black market.

Opesa couldn't help but look at the cross on Sinderel's earlobe.

But… "Repay a favor?" Opesa wondered. Sinderel had already recognized the beggar, and his grip on the knife tightened.

"Yes," the girl casually walked into the shop, unmindful of the black footprints her muddy shoes left on the wooden floor. She placed the broken bowl on the counter. "You gave me the copper coins, and I vowed to repay you. From today on, I'll be working here!" She patted her chest, dust falling from her torn skirt. "I can wash dishes, sweep the floor, and..." Her eyes suddenly turned to Sinderel, "and help this handsome brother!"

Sinderel looked away as if he had seen something dirty. Opesa stared at Langma's dove-blood eyes—she hadn't looked closely the last time, but now she noticed tiny golden dots floating in the red, like shattered sunlight.

Opesa's heart moved. She stared at Langma's strange red eyes and thought of her previous suspicions. "Why did you give me that earring?"

The girl smiled brightly, taking a hard bread crumb from the broken bowl and putting it into her mouth. "No reason. I wanted to exchange it for money, but no one in the black market knew what it was. When I entered the store, they said it was fake and threw it out to me."

The doubts remained, and Opesa did not completely trust her.

"Not many people are traveling in Furlan these days, so we don't need to hire anyone for now," Opesa said politely. "Besides, you look only fourteen or fifteen years old. You should go..."

"I have nowhere to go." The girl's face suddenly fell, and tears began to fall, falling on her clothes. "The church thinks I'm unlucky, and the orphanage says I'm always stealing. If it weren't for you, my benefactor, I would have starved to death on the street."

Actually, she hadn't even visited the orphanage to investigate. Sindriel had no parents, and was born a slave. Perhaps he had also been born in an orphanage before becoming a slave.

It seems that the orphanage is under the jurisdiction of the church.

But why does the church think she is unlucky? If she just stole things, they shouldn't give up on her so easily. After all, the church is God's face on earth.

Also, how did she know they were from Whisper?

Sinderel would never allow anyone to follow him.

“Benefactor, benefactor~” The girl rushed forward and hugged Opesha’s arm, refusing to let go, shaking her constantly, “Please leave me here, please leave me here!”

"Stop." Opesa pressed her temples with a headache. She glanced at Sinderel, who was prodding the girl's broken bowl with the tip of his knife, seemingly trying to figure out how to poke the troublemaker out.

She met the girl's wet red eyes and thought of herself when she had just traveled through time. She also had nothing and also used her thick skin as armor.

She suddenly felt sympathetic and sighed, "Okay, let go. I promised to give you a job, but we don't need cleaning. What else can you do?"

The girl immediately recovered. "I can fight! And my sense of smell is incredibly sharp! I can clearly identify various scents!" She grabbed a scented powder on the counter and fanned it with her eyes closed. "It smells like citrus, laurel, rose... and even rose."

Opesa was a little surprised and turned to look at Sinderel.

Absolutely correct, this is the perfume powder that Sinderel mixed according to the recipe given by Mr. Paul.

The girl took other perfumes and smelled them, and they were all correct.

She moved her nose again and sniffed at Opesha. "It's always been there, a special scent I've never smelled on you before."

Sinderel's movements suddenly froze. Opesha was also stunned - what kind of fragrance? She raised her arm and smelled it, but she smelled nothing.

"You're mistaken..."

"What do you smell?" Sinderel interrupted Opesha, his voice as cold as ice.

Opesa suddenly looked at the two of them, completely oblivious to the situation.

taste?

The girl stuck out her tongue and said, "A secret." She suddenly leaned close to Opesha and whispered, "My benefactor, have you been investigating an organization called Pace Trading House recently? Do you want to know about Pace Trading House? I can help you."

Now it was Opesha's turn to be shocked: "How did you know?"

Sinderel suddenly grabbed Opesha's arm and pulled her behind him, his fingertips cold against the inside of her wrist.

"Don't talk to her." His voice was soft, but with an undeniable firmness. "She smells of blood."

The girl burst into a chuckle upon hearing this. She raised her arms, making powerful gestures. "Were you discovered? My benefactor didn't notice, did he? Your search for the Pace Trading House was leaked a long time ago by a black market informant. I was so worried, that's why I came to find you. Oh, and I'll break his legs for you." She stretched out her slender fingers and shook them. Her frail appearance didn't look like she could knock down a grown man.

"You're suspicious," Sindriel said. "What a coincidence."

Opesa looked at her innocent appearance and suddenly felt a chill running up her spine.

What a coincidence indeed.

But the girl didn't take it seriously, ignoring Sinderel's tightening grip. "The black market is under the jurisdiction of the Pace Trading Company. You know better, right, pretty brother? Someone brazenly asking for the owner's information on their land—who wouldn't know that?"

It sounds reasonable, but Opesa always feels that things are not that easy.

There was no loophole to be found, so the only solution was to keep her for the time being. And from what she said, she should know a lot about Pace Trading House.

She asked, "Tell me everything you know so far, including my information."

"Her words are not credible." Sinderel made a quick judgment.

"But brother, I know a lot about you, don't you?" the girl said with a grin. "You're the 'Chosen One,' having lived in the Colosseum since childhood and becoming a killer. Later, you were bought by Mr. Brand." She pursed her lips. "You've always wanted revenge on the mastermind behind the Pace Trading House, but you've never seen the mastermind. So, you've secretly killed many people connected to the house, attempting to disrupt their cooperation and force them to reveal their true intentions."

As the girl said this, she shrank behind Opesha like a little rabbit, fearing that Sinderel would suddenly attack and kill her. "The last time you attacked was a month ago, by an old man who had humiliated your sister."

Every word was so true that even Opesha didn't know what was said.

Sinderel's knuckles turned white from gripping the hilt, and his eyes darkened. "Who told you that?"

"No one told me." The girl hid behind Opesa and shrugged. "I just heard this from everywhere. The black market is full of mixed people, so it's not surprising to hear a few things."

The blade instantly pointed at her red eyes: "Lie."

The girl screamed and drew her head back, "Benefactor, save me!"

"Wait, Sinderel." Cold sweat broke out on Opesa's forehead as she slowly pushed the blade away. "She should know a lot about the trading house. You and I both want to know who is behind this. Why not ask her again?"

The trading house disrupted her business and life. Although she didn't like conflicts, she couldn't stand the repeated offenses and she had to retaliate.

Sinderel is no exception.

Pushing the blade away, Opesa turned to face the girl.

The suspicion in her mind resurfaced, and she said, "You are Amra, right?"

"What is Amla? Can it be eaten?" The girl pouted and blinked her big eyes.

"Stop pretending. That earring must have a spell cast by you, blocking my built-in 'system'. If you're not Amra, how can you explain the earring?"

"I stole it from the little room in the church. I thought I could sell it for money."

"Since it can be sold for money, you wouldn't just give it to me." Opesa paused. "There's no reason why you would just exchange it for a few copper coins, and give it to me, who is restricted by the system. That system was obviously imposed specifically to complete the 'Chosen Child', just to make Sindriel suffer more."

The girl raised her eyebrows and smiled: "My benefactor is so smart, I can't hide it from you."

She took two steps back, her two red eyes narrowed into crescents. "Let me introduce myself again. I'm Amra, one of the nine archangels, the first from the left of God, representing 'Destiny'."

Amura raised his hand and said to Sindriel: "Hello, Sindriel, I am your creator and the angel who will guide you to heaven."