"Every piece of tableware must be neatly arranged, flowers purchased in advance, and most importantly, the wine—how can a celebration go without drinks? Mrs. Moli next door likes champagne, Mr. Senkel prefers red wine..."
Inside the villa, Old Brown was bustling about.
Even Johan was directed to do quite a bit of work.
This was all in preparation for the New Year’s banquet, and as Mr. Li Wei, the newcor to the neighborhood hosting his first New Year’s ball, it was obviously very important.
Only after a busy half-day did Johan finally return to his own room.
As a personal valet, he had private living quarters.
At this mont, he inwardly appreciated its convenience, which allowed him to carry out his daily prayers:
"Great Being in the vast mystery, Beholder of Truth, Lord Shenxiu... Your servant prays to you..."
In reality, this was akin to a daily report. Johan didn’t know why it was necessary, but he saw that this was what the followers of the Lord of the Portal all did.
Among them, the vast majority would never receive a response in their lifetis.
In comparison, he was fortunate enough; even though the Lord Shenxiu had not responded to his prayers since that ceremony, it could not shake Johan’s faith.
This ti, after finishing his prayer, Johan distinctly felt a difference.
His vision blurred as if he were entering a dream, yet he maintained clarity of mind.
Soon, he saw the jubilant celebration of the New Year in Kaleston City, spotted the Shuchak Center downtown, the towering fountain, and the surrounding dolphin statues which left a deep impression; he couldn’t possibly mistake them.
As the vision faded, Johan devoutly bowed, "Praise be to the great Lord Shenxiu."
Then, he began to ponder the divine revelations and prophecy given to him.
"Was that during the New Year’s celebration, and just one day left... Did my Lord show this scene to suggest that I should go to Shuchak Center on that day?"
"Will sothing happen by the fountain?"
As for why it wasn’t made explicit, in Johan’s view, it was to be naturally expected.
Having a revelation from the divine was already a great blessing; mortals should not fantasize about asking for too much.
"This revelation is very clear; it must an just this. I must fulfill my Lord’s prophecy!"
With a determined gaze, Johan stepped out of his room and knocked on Mr. Li Wei’s study door.
"Oh? Johan, what do you need?"
Zhong Shenxiu was reading, a purebred hound that had supposedly just been purchased lying beside him.
But Johan felt that Mr. Li Wei might have been conned by a dishonest dealer, as the hound’s lineage did not seem pure, and it often ran out, disappearing for half the day.
"It’s like this—I... I would like to request leave for the New Year’s celebration... I know this is when servants are supposed to be busiest, but I have an urgent matter!"
Johan secretly decided that if his master refused, he would resign if necessary, to fulfill the prophecy.
This was contrary to his usual character, influenced by changes.
"Oh, young man wanting to join the fun is quite normal..."
Zhong Shenxiu smiled warmly, "I approve it—a day off for you. Happy New Year!"
"Happy New Year, master!"
Johan bowed deeply, inwardly reflecting, "This must be a miracle from my Lord!"
...
Heavy snow was falling.
One by one, elegantly dressed ladies and gentlen entered the Mojito family mansion.
"Lady Moli... welco, I hope you enjoy the Queen’s Champagne here."
Zhong Shenxiu, as the host, greeted guests at the door, with Old Brown standing behind him ready to remind him at any mont.
The old butler was sowhat dissatisfied because Johan, who was supposed to be his personal servant, was missing at such a crucial mont!
"Mr. Senkel... later, we can enjoy the batch of cigars I just acquired, genuine Yilun flavor..."
Zhong Shenxiu, with a smile on his face, treated people with the utmost politeness, leaving no room for fault.
In fact, he was multitasking.
By borrowing Johan’s perspective, he saw Shuchak City Center.
This was also where Zhu Qingliu and the others planned to carry out their assassination!
Such secrets, of course, were hidden from Zhong Shenxiu by Zhu Qingliu, but... rmond had seen it.
At that mont, Johan, wrapped in a thick coat, squatted in a corner, watching the flurry of snowflakes and the bustling pedestrians, silently praying to Lord Shenxiu.
’Hmm... Using the connection ford by their prayers, I can descend part of my divine aspect and exert a small portion of my power...’
’Is this ritual magic, at its peak, the embodint of a god descending?’
’If Zhu Qingliu and that dog can’t handle it, I’ll have to step in and help cover up... Hmm, and have the perfect alibi.’
Zhong Shenxiu, while letting the band play in the hall, entered the dance floor with a beautiful lady and began the first dance of the evening, all the while musing to himself.
...
Shuchak City Center.
Several dolphin sculptures surrounded a pool, spouting fountains.
On New Year’s celebration day, in the evening, there would be a magnificent fireworks display, thus attracting a large crowd.
A carriage was slowly moving through the streets; Mr. Bonk was aboard.
His features were rugged, with a thick golden beard, and his deanor was solemn.
Just then, he opened a pocket watch in his hand, "I have to arrive 15 minutes early at Prince Wallace’s ball. I have an appointnt with Duke rlin to push forward the ’Residential Land Act’..."
"Please rest assured."
His secretary and bodyguard, the blue-eyed Anthony, smiled and replied, "I’ve already spoken to the coachman beforehand, and we’ve chosen a route that avoids the crowded areas..."
"Anthony, your arrangents always align so well with my wishes."
Mr. Bonk, pulling back the curtain, gazed at the snowflakes drifting down and the large fountain, his eyes slightly distanced.
anwhile, he seed to sense a gaze.
It ca from a veiled woman wearing a fox fur coat, holding a large black umbrella, with slender legs and eyes that seed to speak, looking his way.
Their gazes suddenly t.
Mr. Bonk felt no flutter or seduction, but rather a sudden sense of extre danger.
He clutched his heart and scread, "Attack!"
He was only a 2nd-tier warrior, but through investnts and profits made after becoming a councilor, he had also gathered so cursed objects.
One of them, nad ’Imperfect Heart’, required drinking large amounts of its owner’s blood periodically, but it could provide a premonition before danger arrived.
"To kill one that brings joy to thousands, he must be killed!"
Zhu Qingliu, holding the black umbrella, muttered softly, "This man practices evil laws, he must be killed!"
Although it was just the assassination of a councilor, at most delaying the legislation for a few months, it was sufficient!
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