Chapter 1413: Chapter 140: Return to the Mortal World
As for Master Septcolor Geranium’s conditions, Maria felt she still wanted to struggle a bit more.
It was just that the maid showed no intention of haggling at all.
Maria had no choice but to cast a pleading look at Boss Luo at the side, only to find that this healing-type little brother wasn’t healing this time, and clearly had no intention of stepping in personally.
“Forget it, looks like I’m not making this bounty after all.” Maria shook her head.
She had only wanted to earn the Magician’s Association’s bounty… but there were plenty of ways to make money; she didn’t need to agree to Master Septcolor Geranium’s conditions just for this one job.
Heh… so an older single woman doesn’t deserve love, and her love can be casually sold off?
Still, she finally understood why Master Septcolor Geranium’s works were being bid up to sky‑high prices in the secret‑medicine circle—if every bottle of secret medicine made by Master Septcolor Geranium that flowed out into the market had such a bitter story behind it, it really wasn’t all that surprising.
“So you’re planning to give up the mission?” the maid asked calmly.
Maria said with a wry smile, “Even if I don’t want to, I still have to… It’s a shame about this bounty, but pared to what I’d lose, it just feels like not worth the price. Still, no matter what, I’m really grateful for your pany this time, Master… even though a lot happened.”
They never forced the other party into a deal… The maid said nothing more, merely nodded lightly—her identity as a Secret Medicine Practitioner had only ever been a little game she once played; as for the deals she’d made under that identity, those had just been incidental.
Her real job, of course, was as the club’s maid.
“Miss Maria, what are you planning to do next?” Boss Luo suddenly asked at this moment.
Maria thought for a moment and said, “Mm… I’ll probably head to one of the Neutral Chaotic Zones, see if there’s anything worth stocking up on. After all, now that Britannia’s borders are under sanctions, normal Coordinates are hard to use. If I’m going to risk using Illegal Coordinates, I’d better get some returns out of it… If I don’t restock, my Magic House is going to run out of goods to sell. Right, are you two planning to head back to the real world now? Or stick around here a bit longer?”
Boss Luo said casually, “We’ll call it a day here for now. If nothing unexpected happens, we’ll probably head back to the real world in a bit.”
Maria nodded… she was just a witch who wanted to do business; though it was a pity this deal hadn’t gone through in the end, she wasn’t too disappointed—there’s a saying that even if a deal falls through, the relationship remains. Let alone when the other party was one of the last three Masters of Secret Medicine in the mainland, and the most mysterious one at that?
You never know what massive help knowing such a big shot might bring you in the future—Maria thought this over, then reached into her collar and pulled out a little bottle.
“This is an unmarked Coordinate.” Maria straightforwardly held the bottle out to the maid. “I can’t just let you make a trip for nothing, Master; let this unmarked Coordinate be my consultation fee this time. With it, you can enter the Unhuman Domain from Britannia at any time… Of course, you definitely know what this thing does, Master, so I won’t go into detail.”
Seeing the eager light in Maria’s eyes, the maid smiled and accepted the unmarked Coordinate—without the slightest politeness.
Watching this, Boss Luo suddenly thought of some things about You Ye.
Like how she seemed to have different businesses all over the world… like her very mysterious bank accounts, and all sorts of odd little collections.
She’d said they were all little gifts from very enthusiastic customers in the past.
Probably something just like this, right?
Of course, the maid also offered a return gift—a black card with no markings at all. She told Maria that if she ever needed secret medicines again in the future, she could contact her through The Burning Black Card.
Maria felt she’d really scored—after all, almost no one had ever heard of anyone being able to contact this mysterious Master of Secret Medicine on their own initiative, so she happily tucked The Burning Black Card into her collar, treasuring it like a baby.
“Well then, I’ll be taking my leave, you two!” She stood in front of the villa and waved goodbye to Boss Luo and the maid, then suddenly remembered something, turned back, and said, “Oh right, little brother, if you really plan on exploring the Pharaoh King’s tomb, I remend you find a guy called ‘Kaz’ as your guide; he’s got another nickname, ‘Golden Eyes’, and he’s a local archaeologist doing research work there.”
“Golden Eyes?” Boss Luo couldn’t help being taken aback.
“That’s right… is there a problem?”
Luo Qiu shook his head and smiled faintly. “Nothing, it just reminded me of something… Thanks a lot for the tip, Miss Maria.”
This Miss Witch shrugged, then very dashing‑like pulled a magic wand from her collar, tossed out two seeds, which turned into a pumpkin carriage, and drove straight off toward the nearest Neutral Chaotic Zone.
What she hadn’t noticed was that just because of her one well‑meant suggestion… a golden mark had quietly appeared on the pure black card that Master Septcolor Geranium had given her.
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For the moment, Maria still hadn’t discovered the matter of the black card.
Because she was currently more concerned with something else—when the pumpkin carriage had already left the villa far behind, and the Farm at the back had shrunk to a black dot, Miss Witch suddenly burst into laughter!
She tore open the paper bag mask over her head, took a deep lungful of fresh air, then licked her lips and slid her hand into her collar, fiddling around for quite a while before finally pulling out a small bottle—the bottle Boss Luo had had the maid give her, a potion to help Teresa recover.
“So it wasn’t a plete loss after all.”
She lovingly cupped the bottle in both hands, pressing it to her cheek, almost drooling—this was a work of Master Septcolor Geranium too!
Even if it was just a Recovery Potion, it was still a work of Master Septcolor Geranium! The bottle even had her unique signature mark!
As for Teresa… she’d just lost a bit of blood; a longer nap and she’d be fine, there was absolutely no need to use a Recovery Potion— even if they did use one, the ordinary Recovery Potions in her shop were more than enough!
“I’m rich… I’ve hit it big this time… I’m really rich this time!!”
Wiping away the drool that was about to spill, Miss Witch promptly pulled an instant‑munication tool out from her collar, ignoring the cost.
She contacted a very famous underground black‑market auction merchant in the Unhuman Domain.
“Oh, if it isn’t poor Maria. What do you want with me? I’m very busy, you know—thousands of Mithril changing hands every second!”
“I’ve got a bottle of Master Septcolor Geranium’s work on hand, visually at least a super four‑star Recovery Potion, plete with Master Septcolor Geranium’s exclusive anti‑counterfeit mark!”
“Oooh!! Noble Lady Maria, you’re my mother!”
Now that felt real.
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At the old site of the Torrido Clan’s castle, there wasn’t a single bloodsucker in sight anymore.
There should have been a group of bloodsuckers left behind here to rebuild the castle… Whether they’d heard about the Farm and chosen to flee because of it, or had later rushed there to support and ended up being wiped out by the rebelling humans, no one knew.
Of course, to the Godly Land’s true dragon, such things were of no consequence.
She came to the entrance of the Lost Rift, grabbed Luo Pianqian, and jumped straight down—the true dragon’s ability to sense individuals was still terrifying; she had already felt the aura of Dazzle having been here, and that aura plunged straight down into the depths of the rift.
The powerful spiritual sense of the Godly Land’s true dragon practically made it impossible for her to fail to find someone—certain merchants excluded.
What surprised Long Xiruo even more, though, was that just as she was about to delve deeper into the rift, she saw a figure slowly flying up from the bottom of it.
This was exactly the person she had e for this time, the First Tower Master of the Magician’s Association: Dazzle.
“Little dog?”
“Teacher?”
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“I didn’t expect that, in just one night of my disappearance, so many things would happen to Torrido…”
On the cliff, Dazzle listened in silence to the Godly Land’s true dragon’s brief recounting, like he was studying the most profound magic grimoire—even the First Tower Master suddenly felt like his brain wasn’t big enough for all this.
He had actually wanted to stay longer in that peaceful village in the thick fog, but there were simply too many loose ends outside he couldn’t let go of—he planned to e out this once, settle all the trivial matters, then return to that mysterious village at the center of the fog, to continue asking that mysterious man who called himself Cain about the mainland and about space-time exploration.
Maybe he’d even go into a closed-door cultivation for quite a while—of course, he hadn’t forgotten about the student he’d just been planning to take in.
This temporary departure was also partly for the sake of arranging things for this exceptionally talented student.
“Teacher, do you know how it is that the humans on the Farm suddenly gained the power to resist, and…” Tower Master Dazzle frowned, “and even crippled the Torrido Clan?”
Crippled, not exterminated—because Dazzle knew that not every bloodsucker would reside in their clan’s territory in the Unhuman Domain.
For example, every one of the Thirteen Clans had a fair number of bloodsuckers who joined the highest patrol unit, specifically in charge of supervising unruly bloodsuckers in the real world… and then there were those who simply liked living in the real world and chose to stay there permanently.
Of course, some worked in the real world to manage the clan’s assets… in short, Torrido should still have quite a few descendants left.
It was just that their vitality was severely damaged; the clan’s overall strength would plunge to rock bottom, maybe even end up weaker than some upstart Vampire Families—that much was probably unavoidable.
“You ask me, who am I supposed to ask?” Long Xiruo looked up at the sky. “This is your turf, right? You don’t even know, so how’s someone who only es here once in decades like me supposed to know? I’ve been slacking the whole time anyway… none of this is my business.”
What else could it be because of? Obviously because of that… that damned merchant who only knows how to whisper sweet nothings with his maid! But Long Xiruo had no intention of making a Confession about this.
She just felt that if her Disciple and her possible future man actually ended up throwing down—damn it! Once she got back to China, she had to have another go with that scheming woman!
Tower Master Dazzle smiled wryly. “Teacher is still the same as ever… All right, I’ll keep a close eye on this matter.”
He rubbed his forehead—not only the Michael Association’s trouble, but also the Golden Dragon riot… and now the Torrido Clan on top of that. Tower Master Dazzle suddenly felt that his plan to pay another visit to Cain in the short term was looking rather unrealistic.
“In any case…” Dazzle slowly let out a breath, sorting out the current situation, “there is something I need your help with.”
“Say it!” Long Xiruo waved her hand magnanimously.
Dazzle said respectfully, “Teacher, this Fafnir riot caused damage in many places in the Unhuman Domain and stirred up a lot of discontent among Non-Humans. I don’t think Fafnir is suitable to remain in the Unhuman Domain for now. So I’d like to entrust Fafnir to your care for a while… basically, to let it lie low at your place for a bit.”
The Godly Land’s true dragon looked like she’d just swallowed a fly and almost burst out cursing—but unfortunately Dazzle knew her weak spots all too well. He sighed, he blamed himself, he kept saying how shameful it was as a student to trouble his teacher like this… on and on, until Long Xiruo swallowed back everything she’d been about to say.
“I can keep an eye on it! But I’m not guaranteeing I won’t beat this damn pervert so hard he starts questioning his whole dragon life the next time I’m in a bad mood!”
“I believe Fafnir will cherish the days he can spend by your side learning from you.” Dazzle smiled casually.
Long Xiruo felt there was nothing more she could say… sins you sow yourself, you can only wipe up on your knees.
And so, the unwilling Godly Land’s true dragon teamed up with the First Tower Master and headed for the villa.
At first, the Godly Land’s true dragon had worried that if Dazzle ran into that damned merchant and that scheming woman at the villa, she wouldn’t be able to explain it away, but when they returned, aside from Fafnir, there was no sign of the two at all.
They had only left a note saying they were heading back to the real world ahead of time.
The Godly Land’s true dragon looked at the note; her fingers tightened, almost tearing it to shreds… but in the end she sighed, carefully folded it up, slipped it into her wallet, and then sat down on the sofa without a word.
It was right here, last night, that she’d said some things to that guy… words she’d spoken out loud for the first time in thousands of years.
—Hm? Did this old lady basically just get dumped?
The Godly Land’s true dragon suddenly sprang to her feet, gave the unconscious Golden Dragon a couple of solid beatings back and forth, then sat back down in silence and continued spacing out.
She was giving perfect demonstration of what she’d told Dazzle before—if she was in a bad mood, she might beat Fafnir until he questioned his whole dragon life.
“Little dog!”
“Here, Teacher!”
Facing the suddenly sour mood of the Godly Land’s true dragon, Tower Master Dazzle couldn’t help recalling the traumatic experiences from his travels to the east to study in the past, and he answered reflexively without even thinking.
The Godly Land’s true dragon said solemnly, “Tell me the exact location of the battlefield from that extermination operation a hundred years ago. I want to go see it for myself.”
“Teacher?” Tower Master Dazzle couldn’t help being stunned.
Long Xiruo said calmly, “Are you going to tell me, or not?”
Tower Master Dazzle had no choice but to say, “If Teacher wants to see it, of course your student will fulfill your request… How about this, once we get back to the Association, I’ll activate a direct transmission for you… We sealed that battlefield, and even set up a teleportation Magic Technique that connects straight to it.”
Long Xiruo nodded and stood up with a blank expression. “Oh, then let’s go.”
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Chen Peter was pacing anxiously back and forth in the office, sweating all over—he felt like there was something he was about to be unable to hide!
Young Master Qiu and his girlfriend had gone out yesterday morning, but now it was already noon of the second day, and they still weren’t back… Chen Peter didn’t even have any way of contacting them!
He’d already fudged things once with Ms. Ren from the Group on the satellite phone yesterday—if he tried to bluff again today, he felt like his job would be gone!
“He—he’s back! Manager!! The young master is back! He’s downstairs right now!” A subordinate rushed in in a panic.
Normally, Chen Peter would have immediately chewed him out for barging in without knocking, but this time he collapsed into his chair and let out a long breath. “God… finally back, that little ancestor!”
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