harleyscars Chapter 171 The Detestable "Blazing Flames"
Chapter 171 The Detestable "Blazing Flames"
Chapter 171 The Detestable "Blazing Flames"
"Something's wrong!" Lorne's face turned extremely grave. He looked at Danitz, who was still counting money, and growled, "Something's happened! Get out of here!"
"Meow!"
Almost at the same moment he got up, Rachel, who had been feigning sleep, sensed danger and instantly leaped onto Lorne's shoulder.
Without the slightest hesitation, the two immediately ran outside.
However, after running a few steps, Lorne seemed to remember something and suddenly turned back.
"Disaster"
He quickly pulled out a "burst" talisman and some special spiritual materials from his pocket, stuffed them all into the most inconspicuous corner of the room, covered them with a tattered blanket, and created a simple, easily triggered trap.
After doing all this, he immediately turned around, took Danitz, and ran wildly toward the city.
Damn it! Have we been discovered? That's impossible!
As Lorne ran, his mind raced.
I checked it myself, and there are no flaws on the surface. Even if Tracy is incredibly skilled, she couldn't possibly have noticed the problem so quickly!
He couldn't quite figure out where things had gone wrong. After all, it had only been a short time since Alger left with the body.
It shouldn't be that they've been found out so quickly!
"Damn it! Could it be that 'Disease Girl' has caught up with us?!" Danitz snapped out of his initial daze and cursed under his breath as he ran.
"Very likely," Lorne said in a deep voice. "Judging from the intensity of the 'calamity' I sensed, the one who came was definitely someone far stronger than us."
"So you're saying—all my money went down the drain?! Bullshit!" Danitz's face showed a look of utter despair.
He looked at Lorne, panting, and asked, "Brando, didn't you already get promoted? If we work together, can we find a chance to take him down?"
"Are you crazy for money?" Lorne cursed at the other party. "Let's not even talk about whether it's just Tracy who came. Even if it is just her, with the two of us in our current strength, we are no match for her."
Lorne has a clear understanding of his current strength. As a Sequence 6 "Cataclysm Priest," his core abilities are mainly support and disruption, with extremely limited direct combat capabilities. Putting aside his extraordinary abilities, in terms of physical attributes alone, based on his previous experiments, in terms of sheer strength, he is about the same as Danitz, a Sequence 7.
If Captain Edwina were here, perhaps a reverse hunt could be orchestrated, but with only Danitz, forget it.
"What should we do then!" Danitz asked.
"The disaster is still some distance away," Lorne said quickly, surveying his surroundings. "We still have time. Let's get to the safe house first!"
In the darkness of night, Tracy's figure appeared silently in front of the dilapidated house that Alger had mentioned, like a ghost.
She raised her hand, her fingertips twitching slightly, and an invisible, faintly sweet "disease" aura, like a tide, silently spread into the house.
However, after a moment, she frowned slightly.
There was no sign of life inside.
She remained vigilant. Countless transparent threads, almost invisible to the naked eye, flicked from her fingertips and slipped through the cracks in the doors and windows, but still, nothing seemed amiss.
After confirming there were no ambushes, she no longer hesitated. Her entire body transformed into a black blur, and with a crash, she smashed through the window and entered.
The room was empty, except for a lingering smell that hadn't completely dissipated, a mixture of several people's scents.
She quickly searched the room and found some residual spiritual traces of ritual magic, but there was no one there.
Could it be... that they ran away?!
Tracy clenched her teeth, her nails digging deep into her palms.
Just as she was about to take out her dressing mirror and perform divination on the spot, a strong sense of danger suddenly surged up within her!
There are traps!
Without a second thought, she immediately mustered all her strength, leaned her body backward, and flew out of the broken window again at an incredible angle!
Almost at the same instant her body left the room.
"boom!!!"
A dazzling flash of light suddenly shot out from the corner of the room, followed by a deafening explosion!
Flames and shockwaves erupted from the windows and doorways, completely engulfing the dilapidated house. Wood chips, rubble, and flames mingled together, creating a small-scale disaster.
Tracy steadied herself mid-air and landed lightly on a distant rooftop. Looking at the raging inferno before her, her beautiful face was filled with unspeakable rage.
"Blazing Flames"—"
She squeezed out the word through gritted teeth, one word at a time. It took Misor a lot of trouble to finally transport the unconscious Alger and the heavy suitcase containing "Brando's" body back to the "Black Death" without anyone noticing.
Upon returning to the ship, he immediately followed the captain's orders and bound Alger tightly with the strongest ropes.
"Third mate, who is this guy—?" A sailor who was helping out asked curiously, looking at the unconscious man on the ground.
"A greedy and foolish fellow," Misor replied coldly, then ordered, "Hang him upside down on the mainmast."
"Don't put it down until the captain returns."
"Yes!" The sailor didn't dare ask any more questions and immediately dragged Alger down.
After dealing with Alger, Misor's gaze fell on the black briefcase that sat quietly on the deck.
This box gave him a headache.
From the captain's reaction when he saw the body in the warehouse, he could guess that the deceased's identity was definitely extraordinary to the captain.
This body certainly cannot be treated like ordinary cargo and simply thrown into the hold.
Should we put it in the captain's room?
Misor stood at the captain's cabin door, carrying his suitcase, hesitant.
No one may enter her room without the captain's permission. This is a well-known rule on board.
Just as he was caught in a dilemma, a familiar figure walked over from the other end of the corridor.
Misor recognized her as the captain's personal maid.
The blonde maid also noticed him, and the ominous-looking large suitcase at his feet. She stepped forward and asked in an unfriendly tone:
"Why are you acting so suspiciously? What are you trying to do?"
"It's the captain's order."
Having been forced off the ship, Misor was not well aware of the recent situation, and it was clear that he was unaware of someone's decline in status.
After thinking it over for a while, he briefly recounted the events to the other party.
Surprisingly, after hearing his story, the blonde maid's face showed no fear whatsoever; instead, a genuine and incredibly joyful smile blossomed on her lips.
"Oh, I see." She said lightly, her eyes gleaming with schadenfreude.
She glanced at the suitcase and said to Misor, "Since you're in such a dilemma, why don't you just give it to me?"
"You?" Misor was somewhat surprised.
"Of course." The blonde maid nodded and said matter-of-factly, "I am the captain's personal maid and I have free access to her room."
It's my duty to put this "important thing" where it belongs, isn't it?
My task is simply to bring the people and the bodies back. It's perfectly reasonable to leave the subsequent handling to the captain's closest confidants—Misor thought.
"Okay."