**Chapter 184 Chapter 185 Escape**
“Van Helsing, you’ve gone too far.” The bald head of the Grand Scripture Master shone brightly under the sunlight streaming in through the broken window. “Today, you completely disregarded the bigger picture and let the succubus escape.”
Van Helsing replied, “Old Baldy, she wasn’t even in the encirclement, how could I have let her go?”
“In the name of Sigma, I will punish you.”
“Punish away, do as you wish.” Van Helsing said nonchalantly, “Anyway, when we witch hunters catch a witch, we have to find a way to make money ourselves, the church doesn’t pay us. If you have the ability, then deduct my salary.”
“You will no longer receive the services of the Sigma Church.”
“The church isn’t yours alone; everyone is a follower of Sigma. Who do you think you are? I’m focused on killing demons, what crime have I committed?” Van Helsing grew more excited, “Do you really think that just because you have a vote for electing an emperor, you’re impressive? There are over twenty people in the whole empire who can cast votes.”
The Grand Scripture Master’s face grew increasingly dark. He genuinely found it difficult to punish a witch hunter, not because they had any special privileges, but because witch hunters were the neglected ones, technically part of the church and also official representatives of the empire, yet all the funding had to be sourced by themselves.
Blackmail and coercion became the means through which many witch hunters earned money.
But that didn’t mean the Grand Scripture Master had no means to retaliate; he just couldn’t say it out loud.
He could only silently add Van Helsing to his blacklist.
The other extraordinary individuals were currently passing around a paper certifying something from the Cathedral, the paper being transferred from one person to the next.
Everyone’s expression turned serious. If it weren’t for the Cathedral’s endorsement, no one would believe that the petite black-haired girl could possess the power to destroy a city.
Even though the paper stated, “Through certain rigorous means, this succubus can destroy a city,” who could know just how rigorous those means were?
Many people were…
“Speaking of which, isn’t the situation pretty good right now?” Van Helsing remarked, “Look, everyone is focused on preparing to hunt the succubus. It’s better than listening to some playboy ramble on about a dairy cow.”
Young Master Is coldly looked at him: “Are you doing this on purpose?”
“Yes.”
The moment he spoke, everyone present gazed at witch hunter Van Helsing with resentment.
If it weren’t for this guy stirring things up, how could they have offended the succubus and put the city in danger of destruction?
“Weak and foolish.” Van Helsing retorted, “Should the one who should be scared be her? We have the advantage; she will compromise. She was about to accept my offer just now, but you messed it up.”
Van Helsing scoffed, “Do you guys really think that the succubus would accept the conditions of a playboy? Moreover, as a descendant of Sigma, how could one have a mind to compromise with the demonic races…”
Everyone felt no particular impact from his bravado. It might work on ordinary people, but they had seen too much.
As Van Helsing spoke, he strolled over to a young pretty boy. He wore a beanie with two towel-like flaps drooping down the sides. His hands were crossed in front of his abdomen, one palm covering the back of the other hand.
Suddenly, Van Helsing lunged at the pretty boy, seizing his wrist with one hand and yanking it high, revealing a burn mark on the back of his hand in the shape of an emblem composed of arrows—specifically the emblem of a certain evil god.
The pretty boy was startled. Previously, when the Saintess Jenna was rampaging, the positive energy she radiated had scorched the emblem on the back of his hand. He thought that in the chaos, no one would notice, but he hadn’t expected the witch hunter’s eyes to be so sharp.
“Ah-ha! Caught a follower of an evil god.” Van Helsing exclaimed, stabbing a dagger into his side and twisting it, causing the pretty boy to nearly roll his eyes from the pain, “What a pleasant surprise.”
The pretty boy erupted with terrifying power, his sleeves tearing apart as he extended a claw resembling that of a crab towards Van Helsing. Van Helsing reacted swiftly and kicked him in the backside.
A few extraordinary individuals instinctively intervened, and within three seconds, the pretty boy lay on the ground.
“Look, how exciting!” Blood on the silver sword in Van Helsing’s hand began to burn on its own as he cheerfully said, “If I hadn’t just attacked the succubus, we wouldn’t have had such good fortune.”
The pretty boy’s blood slowly spread across the ground.
Young Master Is looked up and said, “You lunatic.”
…
At that moment.
Jemma, clad in a “little red riding hood outfit,” was “running madly” down the street, the hood flapping behind her.
She thought that as a thoughtful, elegant, and cultured mastermind, she should be lying in bed, sipping sweet red tea while manipulating illusions and watching a horde of idiots turn in circles in a crystal ball. Meanwhile, her cat maid would be handing her grapes to eat.
But damn it, the range for manipulating illusions was limited.
As soon as the illusion went out with Jenna, she had to follow closely behind.
Fortunately, the distance was quite far enough to allow her to rush back to Jenna’s residence before the entire city was after her.
“I’m here, I’m here, this is the place.”
“Alright, Miss.”
A sweat-drenched man set down his two-wheeled cart. Originally, he was simply a passing citizen, but upon seeing a pitiable black-haired girl, his compassion overwhelmed him, and he willingly became the horse pulling the cart. Due to frequent recent accidents, there were very few horse-drawn carriages on the street.
Jemma gracefully jumped off the cart and jogged towards Jenna’s home.
“Um… Miss.” The citizen gasped and asked, “Can you… tell me your name?”
Jemma turned her head and smiled slightly at him, “You’re really a good person.”
The citizen felt everything was worth it as he watched Jemma leave.
Jemma looked at the gradually approaching gate, then turned back to see that there were no pursuers in sight. She wiped the thin sweat from her forehead and muttered to herself, “Thank goodness I had the strength to run, or I could have almost been caught.”
Jemma knocked on the door, and a servant opened it. She ran inside while saying, “Tell Caslan that the negotiations are off, and his daughter has gone berserk.”
After that, without looking back, she headed straight to her alchemy room. As she passed through the colonnade and was close to the alchemy room, she shouted:
“Lily! Lily! Lily!”
Before long, Lianxi, wearing a straw hat, rushed over and asked, “Master, what is your command?”
“Hurry to the bedroom and collect my clothes!” Jemma said, “Someone is coming to hunt us down!”
“Understood!” Lianxi immediately ran to the bedroom.
Jemma couldn’t bear to leave her alchemical materials and tools behind. After closing the door, she quickly began to open the entrance to the Dream Palace.
Just a few minutes passed, and there was a knock at the door.
“Knock knock knock.”
A voice from outside called, “It’s me, Caslan. What happened?”
“I’m busy running away!”
“How did it come to flight?”
“I don’t have time to explain!” Jemma said, “Just know that if I’m caught again, you can look forward to seeing your daughter in bed with Is.”
As soon as her words fell, she felt that Caslan might actually be pleased to see Jenna marry Is, after all, the Is family was not short on money. She quickly added, “When the enraged hero comes, you will be done for.”
There was silence on the other side for a while. Jemma braced herself for Caslan to start cursing.
But Caslan’s tone was far calmer than she expected; he said, “Understood, I’ll do my best to hold them off.”
“Thank you!”
Caslan’s footsteps grew distant.
Jemma used all her strength to tear open the last barrier.
She could see a vortex formed from gray-black smoke in the air, resembling the eye of a typhoon. It wasn’t large enough for only her to crawl through, leading directly to her Dream Palace.
She grabbed a bundle of incense and struggled to push it into the eye of the storm.
Usually, Jemma thought her alchemy room was lacking here and there, too crude. Now she felt like she had so much stuff in her alchemy room.
Alchemy tables, various containers, sanctified candles, grinding rods, several sacks of alchemical materials… Aside from those, the nearby standing clock would be needed too. Although she could get a more precise time through the system, the clock had an alarm function to remind her.
And there was a recliner she liked, along with a clean towel with a nice pattern.
“Knock knock knock, it’s me, Master.”
A voice from outside called.
Jemma dropped the recliner in her arms, took a breath, walked toward the door, and casually tossed a silver coin, silently thinking: Is it Little Lily out there?
The coin landed in her palm showing heads.
Yes.
Jemma opened the door, and Lianxi was there, carrying a heavy backpack, tugging a large bag capable of fitting two corpses.
“Since when do I have so many clothes?”
Lianxi said, “Master, the backpack contains your underwear.”
“My underwear has that much?”
“There are some strange pieces of underwear, with holes in the middle, so I took them as well.”
Jemma suddenly remembered that when she used to hug Jenna, she measured Jenna’s figure with her hands and then turned around to buy a whole bunch of sexy underwear, preparing to use them on Jenna someday.
“Good job, quickly come in, and whatever happens next, don’t tell anyone else.” Jemma didn’t want to expose her powers to Lianxi, but she felt the other party was reliable, and now she had to race against time.
“Okay.”
After closing the door, Jemma pointed to the entrance of the Dream Palace and asked, “Can you see anything over there?”
“You’re so amazing, Master!” Lianxi said, “Is this the legendary tornado?”
“Damn it, I knew this thing couldn’t be used as a hiding place.” Jemma said, “Quickly stuff the things in!”
“Yes, Master.”
The two of them worked together to stuff the clothes into the vortex. Jemma glanced at her favorite recliner, debating whether to shove it into the Dream Palace as well.
Outside, there was a commotion, and Caslan’s distinct theatrical voice could be heard.
“The heavens are unjust, the heavens are unjust.” Caslan cried, “It’s one thing for you to mess with my shop, but you covet my daughter and now come to seize my property! Are extraordinary individuals so unbridled?”
A female voice replied, “Please don’t hold onto my leg, we’re here to search for a dangerous—”
A shrill male voice rang out: “The heavens are unjust!”
Those who didn’t know would think he had just suffered a horrible fate.
In her anxiousness, Jemma mentally cursed and looked at Lianxi.
She was confident she could hide well, but she couldn’t take Lianxi with her. The tricky part was that Lianxi knew some of her secrets, and she absolutely couldn’t allow her to fall into enemy hands.
Elimination.
Instinctively, Jemma’s hand reached for the short sword at her waist.
Lianxi showed no signs of nervousness and looked at Jemma with complete trust, as if the extraordinary beings chasing them outside couldn’t even match the strength of Jemma’s pinky finger.
Jemma released the hilt of the sword and took out a bottle of brown potion. This magical potion was something Jemma embezzled public funds to develop, only having passed animal testing, and she couldn’t ensure what side effects it might have.
“Drink this.” Jemma pulled out the cork, “It isn’t fully matured yet; it may have other side effects.”
Lianxi accepted the brown magical potion with both hands, as if holding a sacred object, her eyes shining brightly. Without hesitation, she tilted her head back and drank it down.
The thick brown potion hit her stomach, and a wave of intense pain surged from all over her body. She twitched her hand, and the glass bottle fell to the ground, shattering into pieces.
“Ahhh!”
Lianxi rolled on the ground in pain, feeling as if her muscles were being torn apart.
Jemma didn’t look back, her figure disappearing behind the door.
One minute later, the door to the alchemy room burst open with a loud bang, hitting the ground.
A group of fully armed extraordinary individuals stepped over the threshold, among them was the unscathed Young Master Is, who noticed the shards of glass scattered all over the floor. He squatted down, keenly spotting a cat hair on the shards.
