Violet

In the dead of night, everyone in Partington City suddenly felt the ground shake slightly.

The tremor was so mild that many people thought it was an illusion and were still immersed in a dream.

Those with bloodline above level A immediately woke up and looked towards the direction of the vibration with vigilance.

If someone flew high into the sky, they would be able to see a huge meteorite falling from the sky and hitting the Trial Ground, causing mountains to collapse and the earth to crack, creating a horrifying picture of the world's destruction.

The Rodney family is the seventh neutral family among the twelve round tables, and its bloodline is called [Aliens].

It is said that they have some connection with the stars and can summon huge meteorites to attack the ground. The members are lazy and undisciplined, and rarely take the initiative to attack.

Countless vines suddenly stretched out from the blazing fire, their translucent surfaces covered with burn marks and sap oozing from the broken parts, extinguishing the flames on the mountaintop.

The Rodney family leader attacked again, and meteorites fell from the sky one after another, almost flattening the mountain range.

At the same time, he said coldly: "Get out, Margarita."

The vines bloomed with beautiful flowers of various sizes, and in the largest of them lay a beautiful and graceful figure. Her lower body merged with the pistil, and her tone was half-smiley.

"How vicious! Someone from the Noble Association."

"Where did you hide the children?"

"Where did you hide it..."

Margarita's clone whispered softly, with a happy expression.

"Perhaps they have become one with the future of humanity. It is their honor to dedicate their lives to humanity."

"You don't know what's good for you."

The Rodney family head turned cold. The missing children this time included the descendants of their family. He no longer hesitated. A grand meteor shower fell from the sky, destroying everything in sight and flattening the tall hills.

The screams of monsters, the sound of rocks collapsing, and the sound of flames burning plants... until there was no trace of life left in the entire trial ground, the head of the Rodney family turned around and left.

Not long after he left, a green seedling sprouted out of the hole.

It stretched out its branches and leaves, but before it could open its buds, a hand grabbed them. I was startled, and saw the person bending down. Dark golden pupils flashed in the darkness.

"It seems we were right. We almost let this little guy run away."

The dark red-haired young man teased, turned his head and looked at the black-robed businessman beside him, and said in a natural and familiar tone: "You come or me?"

The other party shook his head and said, "I think this lady is not willing to do business with me. I'd better leave it to you to handle it."

"Well, it seems my guess was right."

Dark red braids, dark gold eyes, honey-colored skin.

The familiar look made the clone feel uneasy, and vaguely remembered something important. The red-haired young man cut his palm, and the blood soaked the seedlings. The clone immediately felt the irresistible power coming from it.

"Damn it! How come you have such power? You are Aureus, you must be Aureus! Those guys in the south are right, you..."

She screamed, and as the blood seeped through her, the sound of her resistance became weaker and weaker, replaced by the scarlet lines on the seedlings.

Mason sensed another will fighting against him through a clone, but it was extremely vulnerable to Oreius's power. He easily crushed the other party and completely controlled the clone.

Margarita was undoubtedly a smart woman. She used her last bit of will to activate the self-destruction of her clone. The seedlings that continued to break apart were glued together by blood threads and gently entangled around the red-haired young man.

He asked, "What plans do the Black Mist followers have this time?"

"I only know my part, which is to use plants to build a portal to facilitate the invasion and escape of monsters. The monsters will automatically find a contact person. The Gravekeeper did not tell me anything else."

"Let's talk about the gravekeeper in detail."

"He is the person in charge of the Black Mist followers in the central region, and he reports directly to His Majesty, just like me. Previously, the western experiment encountered problems, and I wanted to leave. He used what I needed in exchange and won my support."

"What do you need?"

The seedlings froze in place, breaking apart at an increasing rate.

"The remains of the Earth Mother Goddess. The [Green Mist Tree] needs it to complete its repair."

"The incompleteness of the [Green Mist Tree]?"

"......"

The young seedling trembled, using up almost the last bit of its strength to answer.

"Him, comes from, the anger of nature. This anger will eventually devour, Him, ah ah... Great Lord, merciful Lord, please grant me the blessings of nature and cleanse the evil of my body and mind. I must find the divine bones to fill the void in this body, awaken the silence, revive, revive, revive, revive, revive... ah ah ah..."

With illogical chanting, something unspeakable descended silently. Margarita's clone died completely under the heavy pressure. The incomplete seedling turned into dust and scattered.

Mason only had time to make a face-to-face contact with it. The power of optimism seemed to be staring at the red-haired young man, and after a moment it receded like a tide.

In just one second, Mason sensed endless vitality from that power. Compared to him, the woman among flowers at the edge of the black mist was like an ant.

At the same time, he also sensed a familiar aura of divine power from this force.

The SSS-level monster [Green Mist Tree] is most likely a fallen god.

By now, Mason had been able to accept this news very well and even had the thought of "as expected". They returned to Partington with the help of the profiteer's teleportation, and Arnold was already waiting for them in the reception room.

Seeing the two people coming back, the blond young man quietly breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Oleus with a helpless expression. The latter could see the meaning from the other's eyes without thinking: [Next time, can you tell me before taking guests away, ancestor?]

The red-haired young man laughed dryly twice and sat down as if nothing had happened.

Arnold sighed slightly. Even if his ancestor suddenly took the guest away while he was talking, what could he say? He could only forgive him.

The outstanding noble quickly adjusted his mentality and said with a smile: "My father told me before that Mr. Profiteer is a guest of the Luo family, and asked me to provide you with business convenience as much as possible."

He pressed a button on the table, and the tabletop automatically opened to the sides, revealing a light screen. Arnold skillfully manipulated the zoom, pointing to the projected street image and explaining.

"The commercial center of Partington is this commercial street. Different families occupy different industries. For example, the Owen family sells materials and weapons, and the Garcia family sells medicines. In addition, the Mechanical City, the Dragon Clan and other forces also have a place."

"The Luo family makes a living from the luxury goods industry, but the most famous clothing store on the commercial street is called [Violet], and the owner is a widow. She has been married to many husbands and inherited their inheritance. Even without the support of the bloodline, she still has a foothold. In addition, she has a special identity."

Arnold took a sip of tea, his eyes and brows looked a little blurry due to the hot steam.

"She is a neutral intelligence agent in Partington."

The black-robed merchant adjusted his sitting posture and asked with great interest, "Can you tell me in detail?"

......

The night in Partington is brightly lit and it doesn't get quiet until the second half of the night.

Even though there are street lights to drive away the darkness, people are still reluctant to go out at the darkest time of the night. The commercial streets are closed one after another in the late night, and the lights in the windows gradually dim. The clerks in the Violet Shop changed their clothes and said goodbye to the owner at the door.

"We'll be leaving now, Miss Violet."

"See you tomorrow."

The woman said goodbye to them one by one with a gentle smile. The shop assistants walked away together, whispering to each other from time to time.

"Miss Violet is such a nice person, and those who gossip about her are such mean people."

"Yeah, it's obviously the store owner's bad luck. She always meets bad men and is the reason for these rumors."

"Hey, you're not trying to say you're the good guy, are you? No wonder you're staring at the shop owner all day long!"

"I didn't! I just couldn't help myself. Don't you like a beauty like the owner?"

"......"

The noisy laughter gradually faded away, and the door of the clothing store was closed quietly only after everyone had walked out of the commercial street.

Violet strolled through the store alone, counting the clothes she had sold today. She was the store's head seamstress and knew them all as well as she knew the pulse of Partington.

It is not easy to be in Partinton. Everyone only sees the splendor of the city, and no one notices the piles of bones under the city walls.

Violet was born in the shameful black district of Partington. People born there will never leave Partington in their lifetime, just like the rats that can be seen everywhere in the city. Dirty but integrated into the city. There must always be a place to bear the negative side of the city, and there must always be someone to become the knife under the glamorous curtain.

Violet is luckier and more unfortunate than her companions. She inherited her mother's beautiful face and was able to grow up safely and without worries. But in exchange, she is a commodity that circulates in the hands of different people.

In order to escape such a fate, Violet sold herself for a good price. Her first husband was a fifty-year-old A-level bloodline who helped her leave the black zone; her second husband was an ambitious man in his thirties who had his eyes on Violet's property as a widow; her third and fourth husbands...

Until her last husband, a reliable man who always had a smile on his face. He was attracted by Violet's beauty and married her despite his family's opposition.

During the days she spent with him, Violet understood the meaning of love for the first time. After his death, Violet, who had been using her looks as a bargaining chip to move between different men, gave up such a life and took over the man's career.

He is an intelligence dealer in Partington City, buying and selling intelligence for others. Based on her husband's power, Violet combined her own connections in the Black Zone and before to quietly grow stronger.

On the surface, she is a beautiful but shameful clothing store owner embroiled in numerous scandals.

In private, she controls the largest intelligence network outside the black zone and cooperates with various families. This clothing store is her best cover.

Those who wanted to buy intelligence would deliver letters to the clothing store, and someone would visit at night. The woman's slender fingers brushed across the hangers. She changed into a new set of clothes, covered her face, and dressed herself up as a young man. Then, Violet picked up the lamp on the table and walked into the back door of the clothing store.

The back door led to the courtyard, and Violet went out quietly. She cleverly avoided all patrolling eyes, her figure blending into the darkness, illuminated only by the lantern in her hand.

Soon, Violet rushed to the Black Zone. The men who were waiting there respectfully took the lantern and said, "Boss Kashanu, we have taken over the territory of Old Drow as you said, and the brothers who went to contact the Black Forest Tavern have also returned."

"Let him come to see me."

Violet's voice became hoarse, completely different from usual. His men hurriedly followed his orders.

The troublemaker Martin, the think tank Grigoriel, and the thief Kashanu are the three big bosses in the black area.

However, no one knew that Violet was the thief Kashanu, and that she also managed a considerable intelligence force. Having not been to the Black Zone for some time, Violet's brows wrinkled unconsciously as she listened to the reports from her subordinates.

The sudden appearance of a mysterious force in Black Mist was not a good thing for her. Violet hated changes, especially when the other party touched upon the foundation of her life.

"Go find out who is behind them. Don't let anyone cause conflict for the time being. Send someone to keep an eye on the troublemakers and the brains behind them. Tell me immediately if they take action."

As orders were issued one after another, fewer and fewer people followed her. When passing a certain corner, Ziluo Lan's pupils slightly contracted, and she suddenly threw something into the darkness.

It was a handkerchief, the soft fabric became sharper than a knife and attacked the place it expected.

The sound of breaking through the air was ineffective. The cloth bounced back into Violet's hand after missing the target. She looked around vigilantly and found that someone was standing at the entrance of the alley not far away.

He was a businessman wearing a black robe and a pale mask with a bright red paint on his face. He almost blended into the night.

When the Luo family held the Blood-Gold Gate Trial, Violet had heard rumors about the black-robed intelligence dealer in the tavern. She narrowed her eyes, signaled her men to wait for her here, and walked over alone.

She stopped not far from him and asked coldly, "What do you want to talk to me about?"

"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have thought that Miss Violet was actually such an outstanding bloodline person."

The black-robed merchant's first words made her face change suddenly, revealing the secret he had been hiding. Violet's vigilance was immediately raised to the highest level. As if he could see through her thoughts, the black-robed merchant bowed gracefully, with a smile in his tone.

"I'm sorry, I don't mean to offend you, please call me a profiteer. My purpose for coming here is simple, I want to make a deal with you."