Who on earth betrayed and revealed my whereabouts? Was it Lil, Lovett, the tracker in the new curling iron, or that cup of strawberry smoothie?
The only betrayer Felix could be sure of was the strawberry smoothie. Her stomach started to hurt; she really shouldn’t have eaten anything cold these past few days.
She wasn’t too anxious. Although this pursuit was unexpected, when you’ve faced at least one assassination attempt every month since childhood, and can dive under the bed or into the wardrobe within three seconds of falling asleep, you’d probably be numb to danger too.
But this ti was indeed A Bit Troubleso. She hadn’t expected Beverly to actually hire the notorious Fandell gang. In the entire Stars Kingdom, the Fandell gang was one of the three major gangs, backed by nurous guard palace nobility. That ugly and stupid Six-Lantern Mask on their faces was clearly a modified version of the “Barrier legion” Abyss Surveillance Helt III, equipped with multiple monitoring functions for air, heat, dust, bloodstains, and more.
There were no gangs in Galaxia, or rather, the more nobility there were, the less likely gangs could form. The bases of the three major gangs were all in resource-rich cities with large populations but few nobles. Ordinary people knew very little about them; even in cities where gangs were rampant, it was extrely difficult for ordinary people to co into contact with gang mbers, because harming the public was tantamount to declaring war on the nobility.
Nobility must protect the people, and the people accept the rule of the nobility-this is the law of the Stars.
So from the very beginning, the gangs’ clients and targets were the sa group: the nobility.
Gangs are tools for the nobility to purge internal dissidents. There’s an interesting point here-ordinary people’s safety is the responsibility of the Police Departnt, which exists in every town; the safety of noble children is the responsibility of the House of Nobles, but the House of Nobles exists only in Galaxia.
The huge security vacuum exposed here is the business scope of the gangs. Because of the Stars’ blessing, Stars nobility are completely unable to commit cris, and naturally cannot “instruct” others to commit cris either. But the families, children, and friends of the nobility are not bound by the Stars’ blessing.
Where there are people, there is competition; where there are people, there are Sects. Although all actions of the Stars nobility are constrained within the boundaries of the law, they still have factional struggles and direct conflicts of interest. After all, power is limited-if you gain more, I must have less, and targeted suppression is inevitable.
They can’t commit cris, but that doesn’t an they can’t send soone they dislike to a rural town for life. If the other party is incompetent, it’s “You should be where your talents can be put to use”; if the other party is capable, it’s “Use your talents to build a better society.”
Watching their own family about to lose in the power struggle, with the entire family’s status about to plumt, and you’re a sorcerer with power-who could accept that willingly? But it’s worth ntioning that even if you commit a cri for your noble family, you must never let the nobility sense it in the slightest-as a noble, he is obliged to report all criminal activity, and even family cannot be shown any favoritism.
The fate of all gangs is to be discovered and reported by noble relatives, leading to their destruction, without exception.
So gangs are special organizations parasitic among the nobility, hidden in the shadows of society. They neither interfere with social production nor are they known to the nobility. They are transparent, moving only for power, like the darkness behind the Stars-no one ever sees them.
In border cities, gang struggles can even determine the transfer of power in a city. Whichever Sect’s gang wins, that Sect controls the city; the losers end up dead in a series of ho invasions, with the Police Departnt sealing off the scene, awaiting the House of Nobles’ lengthy investigation.
At first, the main mbers of gangs were relatives of the nobility, but over ti, the composition of gangs beca more complex. Many sorcerers who did not obtain noble titles also joined in-ambitious ones tried to create a second ruling system, the weak sought protection, and the naturally cruel vented desires forbidden by an orderly society.
Sotis Felix even wondered if the Royal Family and Church deliberately left this loophole for the nobility to kill each other, to attract inherently evil and extre sorcerers into it. After all, there are only so many noble titles; there will always be sorcerers unwilling to accept the Stars’ blessing, always so who can’t make it ashore, and these sorcerers are unwilling to work for private enterprises. To society, they are pure negative assets-dangerous elents hard to control.
Hopeless losers are terrifying, whether ordinary people or sorcerers.
The purpose of gangs is to let these Evil Sorcerers find their own place, inciting them to waste their lives in one aningless Deathmatch after another, to minimize the negative impact of Evil Sorcerers on society.
The Fandell gang is just such a group of Evil Sorcerers. In their ho city, the Fandell gang already dominates everything; every noble family must join them, their roots tangled and silent. The nobles would never imagine that the reason they can keep their positions is thanks to the contributions of their wives.
But this was the limit for a gang; gangs were fiercely territorial and could never occupy multiple cities.
However, power itself was a resource, and such a massive dark force as a gang would naturally beco a tool for other noble families. The transactions between gangs, though, were not gold or silver (a huge sum of unknown origin would arouse the suspicion of the nobility just the sa), but rather “pillow talk” and “letters of recomndation.”
Felix had no idea what exactly Beverly had promised to make the Fandell gang send over a dozen two-wing sorcerers to hunt her down. Still, just to win over the wife of the Stargazer Duke, it was enough for the Fandell gang to go all out.
Watching as Fandell’s people began checking passengers and searching under the seats, Felix silently calculated the disparity between the enemy and herself: five gun sorcerers, two swordmasters, two fist-claw sorcerers, two unknown sorcerers guarding each side of the carriage doors… I’m on a speeding train, can’t expect any help from the cult… my stomach hurts so much…
I can win.
Although Felix was only a two-wing sorcerer herself, the reason she left Galaxia this ti was precisely to receive another extrely precious heritage from her mother. She just hadn’t expected Beverly to seize the opportunity and actually have the Fandell gang ambush her on the returning train.
Since she was five, this woman had been trying to eliminate her, this bastard child. No one understood better than Felix how much she shouldn’t exist; her birth was a mistake, she was the sha of Vlozrada, and everyone in the family except her ruthless father and foolish older brother was cursing her to die as soon as possible.
But ever since she gripped the scissors at age five and killed the maid who tried to strangle her, getting splattered with blood and calmly changing her own underwear afterward, she knew that if she wanted peace, she had to fight those who also sought peace.
Her life was not made of love, candy, or spices; mountains of corpses and seas of blood were the only scenery she knew.
At this mont, the Fandell thugs had already searched their way to this row of seats. Felix’s mind raced as she glanced at the two n on either side.
On the left was a sickly-looking, blond, handso guy with a hint of perfu; on the right was an unremarkable, black-haired man wearing a mask. She needed a human shield, so the answer was obvious: pick the right.
It wasn’t that Felix cared about looks; it was just that the one on the right looked tougher. She pinched both sides’ thighs, waists, arms, and chest muscles-right side was superior in every way. She liked them a bit sturdier.
And for so reason, when she touched the one on the right, her stomach didn’t hurt as much.
Strange. Felix had only heard that legendary sorcerers would unconsciously emit a spellforce aura-so auras inspired fear, so inspired submission, so if there was a legendary aura that healed, it wouldn’t be surprising.
But compared to the odds of randomly finding a legendary sorcerer on a train, Felix was more inclined to believe the man beside her was addicted to painkillers, so touching him let her absorb so of the dicinal effect.
Seeing Fandell’s people approaching, Felix suddenly pursed her lips and spat out a silver needle at the Six-Lantern Mask, but it imdiately triggered a Defensive Miracle and exploded on the mask, bursting into a cloud of blue mist that enveloped the thug’s head!
Miracle: Blue Toxic Mist!
As the thug’s face was corroded and pierced by the toxic mist and he scread in agony, Felix grabbed the black-haired man by the nape, used him as a shield, and charged forward-not only knocking the thug ahead flying, but rushing straight at the other thugs!
“She’s behind!”
“Don’t attack recklessly! Careful!”
“Only kill Felix!”
The thugs roared and gunshots rang out, but almost all the attacks grazed past the black-haired man, not harming Felix at all.
Funny enough, though they were a gang, these thugs didn’t dare hurt ordinary citizens; instead, Felix could recklessly use civilians as shields.
If only Felix died, it would be an internal affair of the House of Nobles, and who knew how long the investigation would take. But if a civilian died, and died on a train, it would beco the Police Departnt’s business, and Fandell would be in deep trouble if they couldn’t give an explanation.
The swordmasters and fist-claw sorcerers tried to circle around and attack Felix, but she sneered, and another two-wing spirit appeared on her shoulder.
Its appearance was that of a woman in a black dress, with wings made of withered black roses. When it appeared, the temperature in the whole carriage dropped by several degrees.
As she flapped her wings, large patches of black spots suddenly appeared on the skin of the thugs approaching Felix. They collapsed to the ground, howling and scratching themselves wildly, their wounds rapidly festering and oozing pus!
“Defensive Miracle… didn’t trigger!”
“Careful, Vlozrada still has… a trump card…”
Seeing the frightened expressions of the Fandell gang, Felix felt a surge of delight.
This was the heritage she had just obtained-the vicious spirit!
As long as she could generate “malice toward a specific target,” the vicious spirit could bypass all Defensive Miracles and act directly on the opponent. The only problem was that the casting range was extrely short. With this spirit, Felix was nearly invulnerable in close combat below the Sanctuary!
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