Twelve thirty at noon.
Star Sea No.1 Music Hall, independent room on the sixteenth floor.
The lacquered surface of the piano faithfully reflects the pearly curve of the neck, faintly tinged with crimson, an unnad fluttering coursing through her veins, steeped by this midsumr.
The second hand of the tal clock ticks away, each strike like the clear sound of porcelain shattering, fragnts seemingly crushed into bubbles, slowly strangled by the asure of ti.
So much so that she doesn't notice the impending crisis.
It was not the staff this ti, but a piercing and sharp creak, two advanced demon hunters with white hair and golden eyes standing at the door.
One of them seed to be slightly allergic to pollen, sneezing several tis.
The black backless luxury dress hindered movent a little, Dreya turned around only by tugging at the hem.
"According to the revised fourth clause of the Second Edition Ancient Covenant, renewed on October 10, Holy Spirit Calendar 620, signed by Emperor Xiluo and Ancient Divine Continent, no creature is allowed to smuggle across the West Sea, crossing the borders centered around Holy Tree Island.
Given that the Xiluo regi has lost the ability to fulfill and execute the covenant, we have received a commission from the highest judgnt seat of the Ancient Divine Continent's Life Court.
Now, Dreya Florretia, born in Holy Spirit Calendar 2469, of the Lostra Alliance, Itanoliyanos.
We are about to subject you to a fair execution and sentence you to death."
A demon hunter read out monotone, closing the parchnt in hand. This is part of work requirents, ensuring legal effect during execution, in line with the Life Court's highest judgnt seat procedures.
The Life Weaving Society only handles matters within commissioned tasks, due to high costs requiring appointnts, but they didn't kill anyone, rely temporarily capturing the minds of staff to arrive here unimpeded.
Both demon hunters drew their strange great swords engraved with golden runes from their backs, light blazing in golden eyes.
Dreya instinctively wanted to flee.
Precisely because her whereabouts were exposed, staying on the continent is no longer safe, prompting her to cross the sea, escaping to the edge of the world.
She glanced at the clock, not yet one o'clock, with more than twenty minutes left, during which whatever happens, she must not leave.
"Anyway, after all these years, wait another ten years… no, twenty years would be fine, I'll surrender to the Life Court myself."
Dreya did not want to clash with the two demon hunters; those assigned to hunt her are the highest-ranking in the Life Weaving Society, hard to deal with.
"Although we're prohibited from communicating with you, I still want to remind you that ten or twenty years may an little to you, but in those twenty years, a magnificent empire can already be born."
A demon hunter said, this also part of the skirmish, perceiving the vampire lacks battle intent, and hasn't unleashed any illusion techniques.
The pollen-allergic demon hunter sneezed again, a little fed up with such flamboyant places, feeling the undead in heat, unclear who is awaited.
"You're used to being the good guy, don't pity her and waste ti talking. Despite resembling a human, at the root, you're nothing but a pathetic monster; everything will distance itself from you, this is your own hell filled with spirits of all your loved ones. Such pain must persist forever, bare your neck for execution, though sympathize with our work, this is the last worth of your life."
The demon hunter sneezed again, snorted, extrely displeased, twirling the sword tip, about to wrap up quickly.
Unwilling to give up, Dreya glanced at the clock again. It's already twelve-forty; the hunter's words seed to hit her weak spot, she exhaled a trembling breath, eyelids lowered, raising her gaze filled with killing intent.
As if true wrath had been stirred.
The blood pool instantly subrged the two demon hunters' shoes, a boiling tide surging with actual monsters from another dinsion, the greatest abyss created by primordial darkness.
Lun Rune's golden pages spun, clashing fiercely with the naless entities rising from the blood pool.
All flowers shredded.
The clock continued to tick.
But more prolonged and poignant than the veins peeling off dead leaves.
And in this mont.
Heavenly Port Inner City.
Due to the notorious "Pirate Republic" and Kersuna Island being an essential supply point en route, seriously exacerbating the drug trade issue.
Liszt double-crossed, handed the drugs over to the island's Admiral, gaining both fa and profit, seemingly eating two fish, but causing a terrifying intense backlash.
His actions severely violated the codes of the underworld path, regardless of the potion trader faction he hadn't offended before, knowing this matter, the so-called lips teeth affected by mutual loss, letting rules fernt harms their own interests.
Whether combating in a habitual hotel, en route to Star Sea No.1 Music Hall, people still blocked Liszt.
Luckily, both are seasoned wags surviving two years in Heavenly Port, killing about a dozen people on the way, taking side paths to evade pursuers, barely escaping with life.
In a secluded alley amid the Inner City's complex buildings, Liszt and Rein hid.
"Can't run anymore, damn."
Due to intense motion, Rein's gunshot wound on the leg bled profusely, after running through a dozen streets, he collapsed directly, sitting beside the trash bin, using hands to block the hole in his thigh.
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