Chapter 1140
Eivass: Could the Boss be an Evil God?
After confirming that Sherlock wouldn’t be accompanying him, Eivass got into the carriage alone.
“Mr. Norbert, head to Cat Claw Street, number 33.” Eivass said to the coachman.
“Ah, Young Master, you’re too kind… I’m hardly a Mr….” The coachman replied, both flustered and delighted, “You actually remember my name… a great figure like yourself…”
This coachman, who looked to be in his early forties, was naturally a member of the Vendome family. Eivass had visited the Vendome family multiple times as a distinguished guest, often identifying himself as “Miss Annie’s illegitimate child,” and had become a familiar face among the servants. Despite being an illegitimate child, he was now a Prince of Avalon and the former Pope of the Church! A legitimate major figure, far more esteemed than any “Lord.” Addressing him as “Young Master” was practically lowering his own status. And not only did he lack any arrogance, but he was also so kind and gentle…
Coachman Norbert remembered the first time he met Young Master Eivass; he had kindly helped him heal his chronic leg pain. The method was entirely different from the priests he had seen who would constantly feel around patients—a mere glance from Eivass sent a warm current surging into his body. Not only was his leg pain instantly healed, but even his habitual back and shoulder pain, which he had grown accustomed to and no longer felt, were cured. His entire field of vision even became clearer.
His leg muscles bulged, his distended abdomen shrunk, and his thick neck thinned. In that instant, Norbert realized… what a healthy body felt like. He had long grown accustomed to his decrepit body, unaware that it was already a sickly vessel. …Much like an Iris Flower.
The Child of the Moon controlled the high-ranking officials and the wealthy, and the influential hired assassins. Walking on the streets, a wallet could disappear at any moment; if one took their child out shopping, a moment’s inattention could lead to the child vanishing. Things weren’t safe even at home; even safes were completely insecure. Jewelry could be stolen even from banks, with no compensation from the bank. If a child ran away from home or returned home too late after work, they could be captured by the Child of the Moon and turned into Blood Slaves…
If not for Eivass chatting with him, Norbert wouldn’t have known that this was considered a form of illness. He had thought this was just life. And in the past few days, from Eivass and Isabel, he had learned of the suffering of people in other countries— he had just learned that people in the Ancient Kingdom of Anxi could actually starve to death; he had also just learned that Avalon required months of censorship for even staging an opera or printing a novel. A wrong word spoken in public, an offense to the glory of the Royal Family, could lead to imprisonment; during Xantimony’s most chaotic period, even the police and army went unemployed, and the noble Count of the Moon printed counterfeit currency to win over talent, even managing to make the entire city’s currency counterfeit…
“—This is simply unbelievable, Young Master!” Norbert could only exclaim in amazement. He felt like he was becoming a machine that could only say that one sentence. Eivass would just laugh heartily, eagerly recounting new stories. But today, Eivass seemed somewhat preoccupied and didn’t say much.
“Are you troubled by something?” Norbert asked with concern.
“No, it’s nothing.” Eivass shook his head, glancing to his side.
This morning, as Eivass left his residence, he suddenly felt a pang of unease. He immediately became vigilant. Undoubtedly, Eivass’s health was in no condition to have any problems. Therefore, if he continued to have such a reaction, there could only be two possibilities—either he was being subjected to a powerful curse, which was just intercepted by the extraordinary trait of his “Dissolving Soul.” Or, someone had been secretly and maliciously watching him. Eivass had sensed no one around him. Even though Sin Scholar and Illuminator weren’t professions that particularly enhanced the attribute of intuition, he had no premonition of impending danger. Instead, his body itself felt discomfort… If it were the latter, it would be a significant problem. It was like the brain telling oneself that the water was drinkable, but the body felt inexplicably unwell upon seeing it, and would immediately vomit upon drinking it. That person’s killing intent was obscured. This is also known as “obscuring heavenly secrets”— unable to sense killing intent or realize danger. Even precognition or astrology could only show a “everything is normal” notification. If this were the case, then there was likely only one reason. —The person watching him was a Master Assassin of the Fifth Tier. Even though he had entered the carriage, they were still watching him… Are they trying to assassinate him? But… why? He hadn’t offended the Hawkeye organization at all; in fact, he was beneficial to them. Given the Hawkeye organization’s cautious nature, they would never dare to assassinate Eivass again, as it would only provoke utter annihilation. But who cares. The Hawkeye assassins’ stealth abilities were learned from Shadow Demon. At this point, all that was needed was to summon Viness. But that might cause a bit of a commotion—Eivass’s usual summon was the Holy Sword Clarent hanging at his waist, and switching would be troublesome… Little Crow was somewhat ostentatious. And Viness’s manifestation would cause a Blood Rain and a surge of corrupting power… To avoid alarming the enemy, Eivass chose another method. —That is High-Tier Divine Art. Eivass directly summoned the Boss, the Pillar God who adapted the Path. Your stealth ability is useless against me because I’ve directly contacted your immediate superior! The absolute top of the top, the ultimate of the ultimate! Eivass didn’t chat with the coachman because there was someone else present—the Lord of Scales and Feathers, appearing in the form of a phantom, was currently sitting opposite Eivass in his vision, and Eivass was communicating with Her. “—Master Assassin?” Eivass asked mentally, “What does he want with me?” The Lord of Scales and Feathers, dressed in a black suit and black gloves, with only a nebula where his head should be, let out a hearty laugh: “Who told you to kill his talented granddaughter. Twenty-four years old, already reaching the peak of the Fourth Tier, with desire and knowledge fulfilled, just one Ascension Ritual away from becoming a Fifth Tier Master Assassin, that genius girl—you skinned her alive. Now, the Cirlex family, which has been an assassin lineage for over two hundred years, is officially extinct. “…”Chloe?” Eivass quickly recalled the name. That beautiful girl with caramel-colored hair and a voice as sweet as a certain streamer from Arcane Blade. His memory wasn’t very good, but that female assassin whose voice and appearance were stolen by Shadow Demon had left a deep impression on Eivass. Mainly because when Shadow Demon was hiding in the shadows beneath Eivass’s wheelchair, she suddenly crawled in as well. At that time, Eivass had almost lost his composure. Back then, Eivass’s control over Shadow Demon wasn’t very strong. Shadow Demon was clearly enraged by this act—shadow stealth was originally an ability stolen from Shadow Demon by Path Adaptation, and now she was deliberately entering the same shadow as Shadow Demon. This act was clearly a provocation in Shadow Demon’s eyes. It was like a novel author’s comment section, where someone had plagiarized and followed their work, appearing with a comment like, “Your writing here and there isn’t good; go look at X book, that book is better than yours,” and upon investigation, it turned out to be the plagiarist, copying from oneself. At the time, Eivass had merely shot her away, not attacking her at all. Strictly speaking, she had walked to her own death, and Shadow Demon had fully skinned her automatically. This had nothing to do with Eivass; Eivass didn’t even know she was that strong—a metastable Fifth Tier at twenty-four? “No,” Eivass clearly found it somewhat inexplicable, “He’s almost extinct, and he sent his granddaughter on a mission? A genius at Fourth Tier at such a young age, not kept safe at home, but sent abroad on an agent mission?” “Gaining experience. After all, once she ascends, she’ll be a Master Assassin… But her advancement was too rapid, and she had no experience. She had only been formally undertaking missions for three years and became a Master Assassin, and was the granddaughter of the current Master Assassin, so who could be convinced?” The Lord of Scales and Feathers said cheerfully, “But in reality, her mission was only to ‘distribute Dracula’ and publicize the harm of the Child of the Moon.’ At most, it was to ‘find the whereabouts of the Red-Hilted Sword.’ The guy named Bone Sculpture had already completed the tasks assigned to her. And upon returning to Iris Flower, this mission could become ‘rootedly eliminate the Child of the Moon and their potential allies in neighboring countries.’ It was only because you shot that young lady that she came looking for you that night, out of resentment.” “I knew it, advancing too quickly leads to the sin of Arrogance… So, her grandfather is looking for me?” Eivass sighed, “I knew this day would come.” “If you ask me, you should have let that little Shadow Demon out. Let her impersonate his granddaughter, speak with her granddaughter’s voice… perhaps call out some last words before dying. Maybe it would trigger a second phase.” The Lord of Scales and Feathers said maliciously, “Wouldn’t you like to see? A stage of unpredictable fate… I kind of want to see it.” “This… this is not necessary.” Eivass was suddenly startled, “This is too unethical!” The Boss’s dark humor is too strong! —No, are you truly a righteous god? Why do you sound like an Evil God who revels in chaos?
