Chapter 228
Three days later. To the north of Squirrel Street. At an unremarkable corner of the Klia Stage Station.
“Lionel, how reliable is your intelligence?”
The beastman Morgo was hiding behind a long table located in the Klia Stage Station. Beside him was a boy called Lionel.
The boy was very petite and seed slightly malnourished. There were two goat ears growing out from either side of his short brown hair.
“Absolutely reliable. I saw Stansfield coming and going through this stage station. He must be planning so sort of new conspiracy,” said the boy with a quiet voice.
“Damn it! Lionel, how many tis must I tell you Stansfield is only a fictional character in ‘Léon: The Demon?’ In real life, he’s only an ordinary actor.”
Beastman Morgo’s voice sounded like he was very angry. Ever since this kid went to watch sothing called a movie in the Weissenasche Theater, his head has been filled with delusions from the movie. It was so much that he would even provoke Norland’s Law Enforcers.
If it wasn’t for the fact that his outward appearance looked very cute; if it wasn’t for his fortune to beco the adopted son of one of the Black Dove’s leaders, he would’ve likely not been able to survive till now.
As Morgo complained, a group of people suddenly appeared outside the Klia Stage Station. Imdiately, Morgo shut his mouth. Still hiding, Morgo narrowed his eyes and soon recognized so of the more well-known individuals among that group of people.
“Look! That’s the actor playing ‘Stansfield.’ That man is the administrator of the Weissenasche Theater. People generally address him as Sir Weissenasche. For him to be here, he must be preparing for a new movie! Who would’ve thought, brat, you’re actually capable of getting so job done.”
Morgo was one of the mbers of the Black Dove. He was one of the lowest tier mbers in charge of gathering information. In order to receive more ‘breathtaking’ and ‘valuable’ information, he had rembered practically all the well-known people in Norland.
Sir Weissenasche was one of those people he rembered. Due to the screening of ‘Beauty and the Demon’ and ‘Léon: The Demon’ in his Weissenasche Theater, Sir Weissenasche’s reputation and status reached astonishing heights in the city of Norland.
The intelligence about him also increased in price because of that. It was so much that even the intelligence about his whereabouts could be sold for several gold coins.
Morgo was an ambitious intelligence dealer. Now that Sir Weissenasche was in this stage station, he must be preparing sothing. Morgo felt like he would soon be able to earn a large sum from this intelligence.
But, while the beastman Morgo was quietly observing Sir Weissenasche, the boy Lionel suddenly pulled out a dagger.
“What are you trying to do?!” Morgo lowered his voice to sternly question his lackey.
“I’m going... going to avenge Léon and Mathilda! What Stansfield did cannot be forgiven!” Even though the boy was saying those fierce words, his hands were shaking nonstop. Evidently, he was too scared to actually act upon his desire.
“Shut it! How many tis do I have to tell you that man is not Stansfield, that what you’ve seen is a make-believe story?!”
Right after Morgo finished lecturing this foolish boy, the people outside the stage station began to busy themselves. Following the instructions of a very young looking individual, the people all began to move about. This included Sir Weissenasche.
An aged old man was repeatedly hugging a hunting dog right outside the entrance of the stage station. The others were pretending to be passer-bys and staff mbers of the stage station and walking all over the place.
This single scene was repeated for over a dozen tis.
At the beginning, Morgo was slightly confused by what he was seeing. But soon, the thought he had in his mind received verification.
“You see that? They’re making a movie, Lionel! They must be making a new movie!”
An unsupressable sense of excitent was present in Morgo’s voice.
Ever since movies appeared in Norland, it caught the attention of over half of the entire city’s populace. This included even those proud mages... A piece of intelligence regarding ‘Léon: The Demon,’ for example the whereabouts of the main actor Léon, would be able to sell for over a dozen gold coins. There was no need to ntion how much value the latest information about a new movie would bring!
Morgo could already see an entire sack of gold coins waving its hand at him. He only needed to get closer to inquire what the perforrs were talking about. Even if it was just the na of the new movie, he was certain that it would be enough to bring him over a hundred gold coins! Should that happen, he would no longer have to worry about his daily expenses for the next several months.
At the ti when Morgo was planning to carefully approach the set to gain more useful information, he noticed that Lionel grew completely motionless.
“Lionel! Stay here and don’t co out. Also, make sure to not make any sound. If you continue to think about avenging people that do not exist in reality, I can guarantee that you will pay a price for your foolishness.”
But, after Morgo finished saying those threatening words, he noticed Lionel was still focused on the ceiling above the stage station. Subconsciously, he turned to look at the ceiling too. When he did so, he saw a woman dressed in a maid outfit.
This woman was very beautiful. At the very least, she was much more beautiful than all the maids in taverns. Regretfully, her body was semi-transparent and she was even floating in the air.
A terrifying term imdiately appeared in Morgo’s mind — Banshee!
Why would there be a Banshee, an undead so terrifying, appear in the stage station?!
But, he had no ti to ponder about sothing like that. Compared to money, he was more concerned with his life. A dangerous Banshee would be capable of killing him countless tis over.
Because of that, Morgo ignored Lionel who had sat onto the ground in fright and rushed out of the stage station with his fastest speed.
When he turned around, he was astonished to discover that Banshee was not only not afraid of sunshine, she was even floating after him...
He started to make a mad dash toward the other side of the Squirrel Street. His large fra running in such a manner was enough to capture anyone’s attention. But, Morgo was no longer concerned about that. After all, even if he was discovered, it was countless tis better than having his soul devoured by a Banshee.
“Move aside!! Human!!”
A delicate figure appeared before Morgo. She seed like a human girl. Her arms were so slender it seed like she wouldn’t even be able to stand up to the wind. Morgo waved the wooden stick he held in his hand with the intention of pushing the human girl aside.
But, the next mont, light white rune inscriptions started to erge in the girl’s hand. Then, the burly beastman experienced flight!
The girl gently waved her hand and Morgo was sent into a wall on the other side of the street. The impact caused his head to enter a montarily stunned state.
The next mont, his giant body was lifted into the air again. Following that brief mont of weightlessness, he was smashed ruthlessly onto the ground by the white runes. With that, Morgo lost consciousness.
“Ciri, I’ll have to deduct your wages if you continue to destroy my setting like this.”
Joshua caught up to the Day Banshee and saw Ciri using her Order Magic to ruthlessly beat up the beastman. He saw that Ciri was still planning to continue on attacking the unconscious beastman and imdiately held her hand to stop her.
“De...deduct my wages? Wait wait wait... give so ti, I’ll fix these for you.”
When Ciri heard the words ‘deduct wages’ she imdiately transford from a powerful mage back to an impoverished mage.
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