Chapter 30【VIP】
John was furious.
The good idea he had painstakingly thought of was flawless, and he was sure he could turn the tables on the enemy - but not only did he not harm Opesha, the lord also praised her highly, and he even became the one who fueled the flames!
This filled John with frustration and resentment. He sat in the dim shop all day, watching the crowds across the street, eager for new arrivals, growing increasingly angry, a flame of jealousy blazing in his heart.
Emma sat on a stool knitting a scarf. She watched John pacing back and forth in the shop with his pipe. She couldn't help but frown. "John! How many times have I asked you if you could go out with your pipe?"
"Alright!" John yelled, "Just do your thing and don't worry about what I do!"
Emma threw the ball of yarn in her hand in dissatisfaction. "Oh my God, what a pathetic man. He got mad at me when he didn't get what he wanted?"
"This is ridiculous!" John was shaking with anger, puffing out cigarettes. "They must be using some kind of sorcery! Absolutely! Otherwise, with their level, how could they possibly please the lord?"
"Can you please keep your voice down? If anyone hears me, I'll be killed too!" Emma yelled.
"No, absolutely not!" John sat in the corner of the shop, gazing sinisterly in the direction of Opesa's shop. Jealousy gnawed at his heart like a venomous snake. "I can't let Opesa go!"
He took a long drag on his cigarette and said darkly, "I could bring down Paul before, and I can bring down Opesha now."
He put down his pipe and put on his clothes. Emma stopped sewing and asked, "Where are you going?"
"Don't worry about it." John glanced at her.
"Why can't I care? I'm your wife!" Emma cried out, "You're not going to go find them again, are you?"
John ignored Emma's voice and walked out of the shop.
In order to win, he can do anything, even turning against his master.
This time, he would be more cautious and ruthless. After some thought, he decided to contact the notorious Pace Trading House again.
He carefully wrote a secret letter, using cryptic language to express his intentions and the price he was willing to pay. He handed the letter to a homeless child in the black market under the cover of night, asking him to make sure to deliver it to the meeting point of the trading house.
Trading houses are always cautious and will not reveal their location, so they can only be contacted through such channels.
He wanted to repeat the same trick, contact the killer from the trading house, steal Opesha's design drawings, and then replicate them.
That was the case three years ago—if he could do it once, he could do it a second time.
While waiting for a reply, John was restless, hoping that this time he could completely defeat Opesha and regain the commercial dominance of this street.
His anxious state of mind made the wait seem very long. Fortunately, the trading house was also very swift. The next day, he received a reply from the trading house, saying that they were willing to cooperate, but John had to pay a considerable sum of money and provide some information about other businesses in the town.
John readily agreed, and the trading company selected a killer who was good at infiltration and anti-tracking according to his requirements.
Their target was the core blueprints in Opesa's shop—the secret language and her latest blueprints. John only knew that the blueprints were kept in the workshop, and the rest could only be searched by the killer.
But in John's opinion, these are not problems as long as there are professional killers.
As night fell, the assassin hired by John approached silently like a ghost. He was agile and cleverly used the shadows and blind spots of the building to get closer to the Whisper.
Arriving at the door, the killer took out the lock-picking tools from his pocket and carefully broke the lock.
With a click, the door unlocked. The killer quickly entered, stole the blueprints, carefully hid them, and then returned the same way, disappearing into the night.
At the same time, Sinderel opened his eyes in the darkness.
He half-opened his eyes, and the group of mice he raised jumped up and down in the room, making restless squeaking sounds.
He stood up slowly, his blond hair falling from his shoulders.
"...Pace...Trading House..." he muttered.
What is coming will eventually come.
On the other side, John, who was drunk, immediately started a crazy replication operation after getting the design drawings.
As the banquet was imminent, he spent a lot of money to hire all the tailors in the city to work overnight.
The tailors worked all night long and finally produced a batch of clothes that were exactly the same as Opesha's designs in just one day.
These replica garments were put on the shelves of John's shop, attracting the attention of many customers. Because the design style was very similar to that of Whisper, many customers mistakenly thought that these were new products sold by Whisper in conjunction with other stores.
"God, this dress is so beautiful, and the secret is..."
“And the prices are much cheaper, and there are so many pieces!”
"That's right. I heard that the prince liked the new models of Whisperer. This must be a cooperative store."
John smiled proudly and cleared his throat, saying, "This is a new model authorized by Secret Language. The quantity is limited. Everyone, seize the opportunity to buy it!"
Under his guidance, the guests
On the other side, Opesha walked away from the glass window in silence.
There were a few missing blueprints in the workshop, but his hard work was mass-produced and hung in the window opposite.
But she was not sad, instead she felt excited.
She'd noticed something was wrong the moment she arrived in the morning. Perhaps it was her long association with Sinderel that had heightened her observation and vigilance. Anticipating pink eye, she'd sprinkle some charcoal ash on the doormat every time she left the shop.
Fortunately, the action was not redundant and many deep and shallow footprints were left on the ground.
The night would make people relax their vigilance, not to mention Furlan where there were no street lights. In such a dark environment, almost no one could notice anything unusual under their feet.
She thought John would do it himself, but she didn't expect him to work with Pace Trading House.
Of course, this also made it convenient for her, as she no longer had to go through the trouble of investigating the location of Pace Trading House.
However, her tracking time is limited, and the infiltrating killer will notice the carbon ash remaining on her shoes at any time and eliminate it.
This doesn't mean she has no solution.
Opesa looked at the footprints in the store, then looked at the silent Sinderel. "You should be able to find this person through the rats, right?"
Through the rats, she could easily find the man's trace.
She didn't want to deal with John now. She was more curious about the Pace Trading House that had been hidden all this time.
This time she has seized the opportunity, and she must thoroughly investigate the details of Pace Trading House.
A trading company, yet it has such omnipotent power that it has created an entire dark zone, even cooperating with the church.
The decline of this world and the tragic situation in the black market are probably related to trading houses.
"--No."
The voice of rejection sounded faintly, "Impossible."
Opesha didn't expect to be rejected, and was stunned: "Why?"
"No reason." Sinderel ironed the cheongsam without raising his head.
"You have to give me a reason, right?"
"There's no reason." Sinderel's voice became heavier. "Don't be extra curious."
"I'm not afraid of that trading house at all!" Opesa was puzzled. "Not to mention the terrible situation on the black market, they could have waited until the debt was due to come back to me, but they chose to steal my blueprints at this critical moment! Aren't they just hoping to keep me in debt and continue to suck my blood?"
The movement of his hands stopped instantly, and Xindrell slowly raised his eyes: "If you don't go to the party, I will investigate for you."
"……What?"
Sinderel lowered his head again and stopped repeating.
How could Opesa give up the opportunity to attend the banquet?
For her, the banquet is more important than anything else. It is her only chance to advance the main plot and meet the prince.
She couldn't tell Sinderel because she was considering his future life.
As long as she returns to the main storyline, Xindrell will be happy, and she can also return to her own world with peace of mind.
This is the only thing she can do as a "mother".
She didn't understand Sinderel, and Sinderel didn't understand her.
He did find out some things in the library, but he still didn't know anything about Opesha's hometown.
Why was she so anxious? Why did she have to attend this party? Did she feel he was no longer useful enough, or had she already been squeezed dry and needed to climb up the social ladder to find a way home?
He won't be willing.
He didn't want, nor did he want her to seek help from others, so even if he had a clue, he would never tell Opesha.
He had already ordered Mouse to follow them. As a fellow killer, he knew too well the methods used by those people - after all, those childish and ridiculous methods and tricks were all created and abandoned by him.
No one can hide in his sight, not even the most skilled assassin.
It's easy to eliminate a person, and so is to erase traces.
John already had the blueprint in his hands, and of course, he could also get rid of John quickly.
But his strong selfishness was expanding infinitely, and he even thought of making Opesa frustrated and suffer losses, and then be kicked out by the nobles, and finally have to return to him.
He let John take the design and watched him make the clothes overnight and then sell them.
He didn't want Ella's words to come true, and didn't want to admit that he was a disaster.
If Opesha really attended the banquet and successfully attracted the attention of the royal family, Pace Trading Company would definitely target her.
Pace Trading House will not miss any opportunity to suck blood, not to mention that Opesha is related to him.
The reason the trading house hadn't taken action now was simply because Opesa's influence had recently become too great. However, if something went wrong at the banquet, they would have countless reasons to take action.
This is a trap - they always like to show their power in such occasions.
Pace Trading House was an existence that he could not compete with, and he did not want her to be in trouble while he was powerless to do anything.
He is selfish, dark, evil, and has committed countless sins, but he wants to stifle the light that he himself thinks is too bright, lock it by his side, and hide it in his arms.
Perhaps this is the only way to calm my restless heart a little.
Of course, Opesa wouldn't listen to him and picked up the scissors to leave.
Xindrel narrowed his eyes and instantly moved to her side, blocking the door: "Where are you going?"
"It has nothing to do with you." Opesa raised her head and said angrily, "If you try to stop me again, I'll cut off your fingers."
The scissors were extended, the tips facing him.
He doesn't like being threatened.
However, he held out his hands and looked into Opesha's eyes: "Do you want the left hand or the right hand?"
He saw Opesha take two steps back, so he approached again and asked again: "Left hand or right hand?"
"Are you crazy?"
"I'm clear-headed." He still grasped Opesha's wrist. "I've chosen for you, your left hand—injuring your right hand will prevent you from using me."
Opesa pulled her hand back vigorously, her eyes full of disbelief: "Sinderel!"
"I'm here." He pointed to his left pinky finger. "I'm always here."
He will always be there.
If it was death, he would also crawl on her grave, offer his red blood to irrigate the soil, and carry his only angel into heaven.
He adjusted the angle and pushed down hard—
With a dull sound, the scissors were pulled out forcefully and thrown aside.
Pop.
Opesha slapped Sindriel on the cheek.
She seemed to have used up all her strength, her purple eyes crimson, and her body trembling violently. She pointed at him, her voice changing tone: "...Just because you're timid doesn't mean I'm afraid."
After that, she left.
If he doesn't sever his ties with the Pace Trading House, Sinderell will be entangled with that so-called title for the rest of his life.
She would rather take a gamble and see if she can pay off all her debts, and if necessary, she can give them all her ideas and designs.
She wanted to free Sindriel, that's all.
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