Chapter 145: Chapter 134 Circus (Three in One)_2
“As a wild Transcendent, not seeking an organization for support is truly dangerous.”
Suddenly, she noticed a mouse by her feet in the carriage, looking up at her.
Thud!
Her boot crushed the mouse to death on the carriage floor, splattering blood.
The short-haired woman, still in shock, ignored the moving carriage and rushed out, lifting the curtain.
Glancing at the coachman, who was driving with his back to her, she casually snatched the purse from his waist.
After rolling on the ground to break her fall, she inspected the item in her hand, only to be shocked to find it was a short dagger.
The feel was definitely that of a purse, so why did it turn into a short dagger…?
It was conceivable that the coachman carried a short dagger for self-defense, but why…
This dagger looked so familiar, very similar to her own, right?
Looking up, she saw that she was back in the dilapidated factory.
The bonfire was still burning, and the black-haired youth was still before her.
Her companions looked at her with serious expressions and strange eyes.
At that mont, she suddenly heard the man’s deep, magnetic chuckle:
“You see, she was the one ready to make a move, even taking up the knife…”
The short-haired woman’s face showed terror, and her mouth gaped open.
“No, no… I didn’t!”
Bang!!
A gunshot echoed within the dilapidated factory.
“Don’t make any rash moves!”
The man with the whiskers seized the brawny man in the tank top’s wrist, shouting a warning.
Maggie sat behind the fire, looking utterly unconcerned.
The people lined against the wall slowly closed in, erging from the shadows, a group of expressionless n and won, all in identical black pajamas, holding short daggers in their hands.
“Nobody move!”
The whiskered man called out to the mbers on the periphery.
Two Transcendents, only seconds apart, t their deaths at the hands of the black-haired youth with the revolver. Both the whiskered man and the brawny man felt a chill in their hearts.
Especially the death of the short-haired woman, which was extrely strange.
In their eyes, she seed to be sleepwalking, her expressions changing, laughing one mont, terrified the next, talking to herself, and finally taking up her own dagger as if to fight desperately.
“Whatever you want to say, just say it…”
The whiskered man took a deep breath and spoke.
“If you’d listened to earlier, none of this would have happened,” Chen Lun said, shaking his head and putting away his revolver.
He placed the Silver Staff in front of him, crossed his hands on it, and looked directly at the trio.
“Entering the Mystic Realm and becoming a Transcendent is no easy feat. Your organization’s leader and combat power are nearly exhausted. Faced with the imminent search and arrest, there’s only the path of escape…”
He smiled faintly.
“Instead of a long and arduous journey, why not stay in Amber City? I am willing to provide you sanctuary.”
The whiskered man and the brawny man furrowed their brows. The words clearly aid to recruit them. But the man before them was of unknown origin, difficult to trust, and they had never considered giving up their leader so easily.
“Pfft—haha!”
At that mont, Maggie suddenly burst into laughter.
Everyone turned their gaze to her, puzzled.
“You, how beautifully you spin your words, shalessly at that!”
Maggie laughed until tears ford, speaking loudly.
Chen Lun raised an eyebrow.
He recognized this girl, Maggie, the “Sick Doctor.” Maggie, along with “Glutton” Dolly, had been discovered by players and beaten to death, an “elite monster” in her past life.
The reason she stood out to him was that she was a bit unusual.
During her fights with players, she threw bottles so recklessly that the ground was covered in poison gas, attacking even herself when frenzy took over.
With blood on her lips and a joking deanor, she indiscriminately ingested colorful potions, killing a thousand enemies but damaging herself eight hundred tis, truly disgusting the players.
The issue was that she was a “Naturalist Sect Sequence Eight – Healer,” not an “Earth Faction Sequence Seven – Alchemist,” and the potions were completely different.
A Pharmacist whose specialty should have been Healing had seemingly taken a wrong turn, becoming more like a “Deadly Poison Master.”
Even more outrageous, when she learned of the fourth calamity’s immortality effect, Maggie was not frightened or downhearted but instead was so thrilled that she proclaid, “My dream can co true!” before dying at the hands of the players.
Chen Lun suddenly had an idea.
He took a step forward, and the whiskered man and the brawny man reflexively tensed, hands reaching for their waists.
But when they saw that the black-haired youth showed no sign of aggression, they relaxed and, imdiately feeling a bit embarrassed, wiped the sweat from their brows.
“Maggie, you were chased out by the Naturalist Sect, weren’t you? They see you as an aberration and don’t agree with your views,” Chen Lun said, looking down at the disheveled girl and speaking softly.
The Naturalist Sect was not one of the Seven Orthodoxy Factions and was not allowed to preach within the Empire’s borders, so they were rarely seen in major cities.
But there were always exceptions. Within Kellettville Forest, on the northern borders of the Empire, their presence could be found. Because of its geographical location, the Empire’s control over that region was limited, making it the primary refuge for the Naturalist Sect.
Maggie looked surprised and stared at the handso face before her, silent for a few seconds, then spoke:
“How did you know that?”
Chen Lun smiled slightly and gave her a deep look.
“Destiny guides …”
Maggie muttered the word “destiny” as if understanding sothing.
“Join my team. I agree with your ideas and in the future, I will support you in doing what you want to do…”
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