"Constantine. Cardinal of the Church of Holy Illuminati. Got into an argument with the higher-ups of the church five years ago and was even said to have battled fiercely against the judges sentencing him. He was expelled from the church by the Pope, but not stripped of his title and powers as Cardinal. He's been wandering the world after that and entered Dasha two years ago.""He was allowed to enter the country?""Of course. The Church of Holy Illuminati is a legal organization, and their members' identities are all legal as well. Constantine is a Sanctuary level cultivator, and we kept tabs on him at first. But nothing out of the ordinary really happened, and he's even been helping to heal and save people in impoverished neighborhoods. We stopped eyeing him after that.""Ah, I see. Alright. Thank you, Beverly.""It's just my duty, sir.""Bye.""Goodbye. I look forward to speaking to you again."Wilbur hung up the call, falling deep into thought. Neither of those two were ord
It was a desert without a person in sight within a thousand-kilometer radius. Yet in the middle of this desert was a terrifying place. It was the Skeleton Fields, formed by countless skeletons. In the middle of the Skeleton Fields was a throne made of skulls. A tall figure sat on the skull throne, hunched over one of the throne's armrests as if he were half-asleep. The figure was wearing a red cloak, his face hidden in the hood of the cloak, so it was hard to see his face. He seemed to have fused with the skull throne and the Skeleton Fields for an unknown period of time. Not long after, an elder in gray robes walked up to the skull throne with the help of a cane forged out of bones, and then got to his knees. "Oh mighty Blood God, the evolution of the seventh Blood Embryo has failed and disappeared." The man on the skull throne did not move. A low and dull voice rang through the air. "Is that so? I guess no one is powerful enough yet for the power of the Blood Embryo
Wilbur frowned. "What's the matter?" "Some people have had too much to drink, and they're about to start a fight," Faye responded. "I'll be right there." Wilbur set down his glass and got up to leave. Faron hurried to follow behind him. The both of them got into the same car and drove straight to the stadium. The concert was on a smaller scale. It was held just to promote Cape International's new commercial district project. Despite that, there were still thousands in the crowd. There would be trouble if anything happened. Wilbur and Faron rushed to the stadium and were let backstage upon confirming their identities. Faye was seen speaking to a pretty lady. Faron pointed at the lady. "That's Sammy Shandon." Wilbur nodded. He came up to the stage, glancing out at the crowd. All he could see was the audience overwhelmed with emotion, yelling for a refund. The security guards were doing their best to maintain order, but there were several thousand people in the au
"What? Are you really going to arrest me? I'm warning you! Don't mess with me." Barry was holding his ground as well. Just then, Jose whispered into the leader's ear, "Just make sure he leaves. Miss Yves doesn't wish for more trouble to come out of something minor like this." The leader nodded, and said to Barry, "I'll walk you out, but I won't be as kind if you cause any more trouble." Barry scoffed, then turned to leave. The leader followed closely behind him until they were out of the stadium. Wilbur snorted. Some people really thought that they could do whatever they wanted just because they had a bit of money. Jose came out of the lounge, hurrying to bow to Wilbur. Wilbur patted him on the shoulder. "Not bad." "It's my duty to do so," Jose said at once. Wilbur smiled and went backstage with Jose. Just then, Sammy had finally agreed to return to the stage after Faye had spoken to her. The music started, and Sammy took the stage in a stunning outfit. The crowd
"Oh, really?" Wilbur asked. Faron nodded. "Yup." Wilbur fell silent for a while before saying. "It's illegal. Aren't you going to do anything about it?" "What can I do, man?" Faron shrugged. "It's all organized under a legal front. We wouldn't be able to get anything even if we launched an investigation. Besides, anyone who can hold an auction like this would probably be someone with significant influence in the system. Surely you know that better than me." Wilbur chuckled. Yes, not everything was as easy to control as it seemed. "Well, I don't mind taking a trip if it really is as good as you make it out to be," Wilbur said. Faron smiled. "I'll give you Ted Dominic's contact. Call him in two nights and he'll take you there." "I need to call someone for this?" Wilbur asked. "Of course. An illegal auction like this isn't open to just anyone. Ted's a pretty well-known broker around these parts, specializing in getting people access to events like this. He's got a pretty i
Of course, money was not a problem for Wilbur. All he cared about was comfort. He sat down in the living room of his suite and dialed Ted's number. The call connected and a voice could be heard answering the call, "Hello?" "Mister Dominic?" "Speaking. Who is this?" "Hi, I'm Wilbur Penn. I heard there was an auction happening tomorrow night. Could you help me with that?" "How did you get my number?" "Let's not get into that. We'll do this by the rules." "As long as you know what the rules are. One hundred thousand dollars." "No problem, when can we meet?" "Where are you?" "The Starry Hotel." "Eight o'clock, by the pond in the hotel garden." "Got it." The call ended, and Wilbur chuckled. What a guy, demanding a hundred thousand dollars upfront. That made Wilbur hopeful. He glanced at his watch. It was only a little over five, so Wilbur rested a little before heading downstairs to eat. He arrived at the hotel garden at a little past seven. The garden was no
Wilbur stood in front of Sammy, blocking those men from harming her. Barry instantly sneered upon seeing that. He asked, "Who the f*ck are you? How dare you meddle in my business?" "Haven't you heard of the saying 'If you are neutral in situations of injustice, you have chosen the side of the oppressor'?" Wilbur asked nonchalantly. He did not want to meddle, but Barry had gone too far. Ignorance might be excusable if he did not know, but he would be wrong to stand by and watch it happen in front of him. Moreover, Sammy did a promotional concert for Cape Consortium. If she were to be involved in a scandal, the promotional efforts would turn into a joke. Barry laughed when he heard what Wilbur said. He pointed at him and said, "Alright, you're the first person who has the gall to meddle in my business in Toneville. Beat him up." Barry was extremely arrogant. He wanted to beat Wilbur into a pulp even though they were in public. Wilbur frowned. Suddenly, Ted jogged over and s
The woman sighed and said, "Sammy, you're not the same as five years ago. He spent a lot of money to hire you, but you won't show him any respect. I'm having a hard time as your agent." "Miss Lawson, I don't feel so well today. Can we forget about it tonight?" Sammy asked with a frown. Miss Lawson sighed and walked toward Barry. She smiled apologetically and said, "Mister Lance, Sammy isn't feeling well. We should cancel the dinner party tonight. She has a concert performance tomorrow night. How about having her accompany you after she's rested?" Barry ignored her and looked at Wilbur, warning him, "I'll remember you. We'll meet again very soon." After that, he turned and left. Miss Lawson and her assistants hurriedly followed behind Barry and apologized. Noticing that their boss had left, Barry's subordinates quickly scrambled to their feet and fled the scene. They were the only ones who knew how hard Wilbur had hit them. Wilbur stood in front of Sammy and asked, "Are yo