Chapter 183 Accident
The waves were black, their white foam biting the jagged cliffs. The gray clouds were low, and occasionally a few faint rays of sunlight penetrated the clouds, illuminating the salt frost and seaweed on the huge black reefs that had been corroded into bizarre shapes.
The wind was mixed with tiny water droplets, like broken glass. The professor could not help but wrap his coat tightly and bury his nose in his collar, but he still could not block the cold and fishy smell that penetrated deep into his nasal cavity.
He understood why the slaves had chosen this coast—the waves had slammed a naked, bloated corpse onto the rocks, then snatched away its lower half. Its dark red intestines swirled in the water, attracting countless marine creatures drawn to the flesh. The corpse's bloated face lay upward, its milky white eyes reflecting no sky. The dark blood mark on its forehead was now a faint, shallow mark. Further out in the water, there was more of the same fat, rotting flesh.
A large flock of crows is circling in the sky - this is the place where corpses are thrown, the grave of the nameless.
Orel watched everything unfold with an expressionless face. In an instant, he transformed into a puff of black mist, vanishing from the towering rocks on the cliff face and reappearing at the base. The assassin closed his eyes, and a faintly glowing spell flowed beneath his feet, climbing over the rocks and gradually disappearing into the shadows.
After successfully finding the spell fluctuations coming from the Temple of Night, he turned his head with satisfaction, only to see a horrifying scene that frightened his heart so much that even his usual prayer words came out.
"My Dark Night God! If you want to come down too, can't you just call me?!"
A frail, ordinary man was struggling to climb down the steep cliff, with barely a palm's space left. His clothes and black hair fluttered wildly in the strong wind from the sea, and he seemed to be clinging to the narrow cliff, precariously.
The corners of Ole's mouth twitched. He flew forward nimbly, grabbed the other person's collar, and pulled him down roughly.
"Please, please have some sense of your own vulnerability!" He let go of the man's wrinkled collar and cursed angrily, "If you fall here and break your neck, that bastard will definitely kill me!"
Before someone left, he vowed to return the tyrant to the other person with its body intact and fur as smooth as before.
The professor was startled by the sudden feeling of weightlessness and dizziness: "..."
He said sullenly, "I won't fall down."
Back then, he would also climb up and down to collect animal and plant specimens. It was only a rock wall of about ten meters. As an adult male, he was not so weak.
Ole sneered and was about to retort when he suddenly smelled a few wisps of fresh blood. The assassin immediately noticed that the palm of the other party's glove had been cut by the sharp reef. The wound was not deep, but it was slowly oozing blood.
Ole: “…What did I say?”
Damn it, luckily he brought a healing potion, and then he found an excuse to destroy the gloves - after all, that guy shouldn't be so perverted that he knows how many pairs of gloves the tyrant has, right?
The professor raised his eyelids sinisterly: "Whose fault do you think this is?"
If this guy hadn't suddenly pulled him down from behind without warning, he wouldn't have instinctively grabbed the stone wall and ended up cutting his hand under his own weight.
"Is this my fault?" The assassin rolled his eyes, pulled out a small glass bottle filled with light green liquid from his pocket, and put it under the man's nose, saying simply, "Drink."
Seeing the other party staring at him warily, he tutted in dissatisfaction: "Healing potion, not poison."
"...Thank you, but it's not necessary. It's just a minor injury."
The professor expressionlessly pushed the vial of potion slowly away from him with one finger. "Besides, unless it's under extreme circumstances, I don't have the habit of drinking spell concentrates of unknown ingredients."
Ole was so angry that his eyebrows were throbbing: "You ungrateful person——"
He suddenly closed his mouth, narrowed his eyes vigilantly, and pushed the person into the shadows behind him.
"...Something's not right. You wait here." The assassin whispered. Seeing that the other person was about to open his mouth to refute, he simply opened his hand. With the sound of chanting, the professor suddenly found himself unable to move. The shadow behind him suddenly expanded several times. Countless black hands grabbed his wrists and ankles and dragged him into the darkness. He could only vaguely see the situation outside, as if separated by a layer of inferior curtain. The sound of the waves also became extremely vague.
Nova: “…”
This bastard temporary teammate who didn't listen to him, locked him up, and turned around and ran away after throwing a few riddles!
After quickly hiding the tyrant's whereabouts, Orel moved through the reefs like a black mist. He passed the reef with the symbol of the Nameless One carved on its bottom without even glancing at it.
With a sharp scraping sound, the white double swords drew dazzling sparks on the reef, like a meteor falling in the night sky, and slashed towards a figure without hesitation.
"clang--"
The blade struck only a cloud of black mist that dissipated upon contact. A cold, indifferent voice echoed from all directions, accompanied by the sound of waves and wind, as if the entire coastline was humming with a mixed sound: "Ore Asaqi... After all these years, you are still so impatient and have not made any progress at all."
"Yeah, who told me to kill you in such a hurry?"
Orel snorted coldly, his two blades suddenly intertwined, and he spun around to slash at the reef on his left. The black boulder exploded with a bang, sending rubble raining down like a torrential rain. Before the rocks could even hit the ground, the assassin had already appeared behind him. Countless shadows rose from his feet, mingling with the shrill screams of the blades, and they descended on him like a net, forming a net of heaven and earth.
The other man once again transformed into black mist, condensing into a figure further away, but this time he looked much more disheveled. The assassin's blade had completely destroyed his outer robe, revealing his true form and a face with sharp edges and several deep bloody cuts.
At this moment, a subtle look of surprise appeared on this face that clearly resembled the assassin. Ori simply stood there, casually making a knife flower, and twitched his lips in a nasty way towards his biological father.
"Stop bragging, old man." He sneered, "Looks like you've already cleaned your neck?"
There were constant roars not far away. Although the professor could only hear them vaguely, just by looking at the terrifying reefs that looked as if they had been bombarded by dense artillery rain, he knew that the noise was definitely not small. As long as the Temple of Night and the "Nameless One" were not blind and deaf, they would definitely not take this opportunity to cause trouble.
He even saw Greven, who appeared five steps away from him. He observed the current situation with an extremely serious expression, then made a quick decision and led the slaves to turn around and leave.
The other party was completely unaware of his presence - later the professor saw several priests from the Temple of Night in black robes, who also ignored him. He didn't know whether he should say that the magic circle set up by someone was indeed surprisingly effective.
professor:"……"
He turned around in the darkness for a few times, and when he found that he was unable to break the magic circle set up by someone, he finally sat back down angrily.
So the biggest gain for him coming to the beach to enjoy the cool breeze was watching the fight between the second male lead and his son - the viewing experience was extremely bad. The only good thing was that he accidentally saved a member of the slave resistance organization "The Nameless" who was almost caught by the Bloody Duke.
He understood that as an ordinary person, he was a burden in the eyes of the strong. The other party was even well-intentioned and was afraid of hurting him by mistake.
But who can blame Mr. Savior for being so considerate? The difference in comparison is so huge that the professor began to miss that person not long after he left - there is no way, the male protagonist is too useful. If it were the other person, he would probably have exposed the secrets of the Temple of Night and even the Scarlet Duke.
But there are some things that the other party must do personally, instead of wasting time protecting him - for example, luring some people by pretending to be a god.
The darkness suddenly began to dissipate. Nova sat on the rocks, propping his face up. He looked up expressionlessly and met the assassin's iron-blue eyes. The assassin coldly shook the blood off his blades and condescendingly extended a hand to him: "It's over."
"Yes, it's over." The professor, already fuming, sarcastically said, "Thanks to you, it ends in a state of no progress."
He took a deep breath, ignored the hand, and climbed up by himself, brushing off a few woodlice that had crawled onto his trouser legs.
The assassin was inexplicably interrupted, and he was stunned for a moment. The old man had already run away in the middle of the fight, which had put him in a very bad mood. Now he was immediately furious, and his voice dropped dangerously. "Why, how did I provoke you again?"
"I'm sorry. I was irrationally angry at you. This was an accident after all. First of all, thank you for protecting me."
The other party had a stern face and didn't look at him, but he apologized very readily, which made Ole choke up suddenly, and a surge of evil fire pressed on his chest, which couldn't be relieved.
He was just hesitating whether to back down when he heard the man say coldly, "Secondly, although I anticipated the Bloody Duke's appearance here, I didn't communicate the plan to you in time. This is partly my fault. Finally, you have a big problem."
"……ha?!"
"You just locked me up without even asking for my opinion." The professor gave him a sinister look, his words elegant and precise yet incredibly infuriating. "You clearly faced this emergency and could have reported it to me, so we could have resolved it in a better and more efficient way. Instead, you disobeyed my instructions and acted on your own, despite my objections. This indirectly led to us achieving almost nothing today."
"Don't you trust my decision-making ability? Logically, you should know what I can do."
Those cold, smoky-gray eyes stared at him emotionlessly, making Ole want to retreat. "So, subconsciously, you're still wary of me, unwilling to let me interfere in your 'private affairs.' But the problem now is that the Scarlet Duke is not only your biological father and the object of your personal vendetta, but also the controller of the entire Scarlet Bazaar and the key to the success of this riot. Your impulsiveness could completely cause us to lose crucial intelligence."
Ole: “…”
He was completely dumbfounded by the scolding. He opened his mouth to refute, but found that he could not say anything in defense. He even felt that what the other party said had some truth.
"So if you can't control yourself soon and continue to confuse public and private matters, I'll have to consider terminating some of our cooperation with you." The guy threatened him expressionlessly, and made an unusually villainous declaration: "For example, I'll remove you from Shadow Chaser."
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