Chapter 491: Chapter 348: Visit to the Twilight Tea Party (Two in One)
Noah’s body slowly shrank, transitioning from the appearance of a ghoul back to his normal human form.
He hadn’t forgotten the words Mr. Jack had entrusted to him; seizing the mont before the spirituality of the red-robed bishop had dissipated, he activated the “Bone Gallery,” summoning a fierce-looking easel and brush from the pool of blood to start painting the corpse.
A senior investigator intended to approach him for a dialogue, but was stopped by Bulgan.
“Sir?”
The investigator was sowhat puzzled.
Bulgan, however, shook his head.
“Do not disturb him, since the bishop was slain by him, the spoils belong to him… It also counts as a great favor to us, not letting the target escape.”
He followed it with a light chuckle, saying,
“You must have heard what he said just now… He is a mber of the Circus organization, an aide to Mr. Jack Spett.”
The investigators nodded, their faces showing contemplation.
“Regarding Mr. Jack, we have heard of him. It is said that he has led his team more than once to fight against the Red Calamity and saved many cities… He is a Transcendent worthy of admiration who operates outside of the usual hierarchies.”
“That squad, made up of Undead Foreigners, are mbers of the Circus… Thanks to them holding off the priests of the Red Apple Church, we could destroy the ritual without any worries.”
The senior investigators began to converse quietly among themselves.
anwhile, the monks from the Sun Church stayed calm, not showing any reaction.
The creation “Palm Fireworks” from the forr Pope Martin Gustus was still in Jack’s possession, and a Lamp Protector Squad the Church had dispatched had mysteriously disappeared, presumably related to this man.
Although the primary conflict now is outwardly unified against the thorough eradication of the Red Calamity, that does not an the Sun Church plans to let matters rest…
Once all settles, the Sun Church will seek to settle accounts with Jack in the fall.
These monks of the Sun, naturally, held no fondness for the “Circus.”
Monts later.
Noah completed his painting.
On the easel made of bones, there lay an oil painting—a red-robed bishop with hands crossed over his chest, his expression devout as he lay amidst the roses.
The oil painting was very realistic and rich in mysterious aura.
Noah was quite satisfied with his work, naming it “The Red Bishop”; it contained the supernatural trait Sequence Six- Bloodline of the Flesh Faction, replacing “Deserter” in the “Bone Gallery.”
The three portions of low-sequence mysterious substance derived from “Deserter” were fed by Noah to the Gallery as a little treat.
Ordinarily, apart from communicating creatively with the Gallery, Noah fed it mysterious substances to maintain the activity of this Grade A Mysterious Object.
Imdiately after, Noah packed up his painting tools, turned to Bulgan and the others, and saluted from afar as a sign of thanks for not disturbing him.
Then, he retrieved his easel bag and approached the players to say his farewells.
“Ladies and gentlen, my work here is done, so I will be heading back now…”
“Thank you very much for your help!”
Dongyang replied respectfully.
Noah shyly shook his head, indicating they needn’t be so formal, and then disappeared into the Spirit World under the reluctant and fervent gazes of the female players.
After his departure, the high-level players fiercely discussed the recent battle in their team channel.
They had not expected that Noah, a re “support mber” of the Circus, could single-handedly defeat the strongest BOSS in this Red Calamity Area.
If Noah himself hadn’t ntioned it, who would have known he was just a “support”?! His combat power was unmatched!
They then speculated about how powerful the other leaders in the Circus might be…
Each one expressed their admiration loudly, with Floey and Noah being the most popular targets of praise besides Mr. Jack.
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In Peacock City.
After returning to the vineyard, Noah was summoned to the study by Chen Lun.
“Well done, Noah.”
He praised the young man with a sentence.
“Thank you.”
Noah sat on the sofa, blushing slightly with a smile.
Chen Lun took out five hundred Gold Pounds and handed them to him, saying,
“This is your reward for responding to the Undead’s request for assistance.”
“Mr. Jack, I’m not short of money… the Association gives dividends each month, and my sister gives an allowance too.”
Noah quickly declined.
“Take it, Noah, it’s what you deserve.”
Chen Lun shook his head, pushing the Empire bank voucher towards him.
“As per team rules, effort should always be rewarded… From now on, other mbers who respond to a request for assistance will also receive a substantial part of the reward.”
Noah hesitated for a mont but ultimately accepted the money and expressed his thanks.
Chen Lun gave a slight smile and then inquired about his mystical accumulation.
“Participating in the cleaning up of the Red Calamity with the team has involved so high-intensity battles, but it has also helped progress greatly… I feel I’m not far from completing the accumulation.”
Noah thought about it and responded earnestly.
Chen Lun nodded, satisfied.
The team’s core leaders, in their previous lives, were all well-known BOSS-level characters with great potential. With just a little guidance, they would gallop forth on the path of the gods, and progress could not be slow.
‘As the leader of the team, I can’t stop either… but the knowledge for Sequence Five is hidden in the Wonderland Crystal Mountain Range, which is still sowhat dangerous for . That’s quite the dilemma,’ Chen Lun thought.
After chatting with Noah for a bit more, he let the young man return to his room to rest.
He himself stayed in the study to read.
A new batch of Mystic Books purchased from the Silver Dragon Trade Association had been delivered, totaling over fifty volus, which cost him more than three thousand Gold Pounds. He planned to spend this resting ti to finish reading all the books.
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