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Chapter 915: Hair
Chapter 915: Hair
Isn't your timing a bit too early? I didn't expect such a scene waiting for me, and I was booked in advance. Lyon couldn't help but open his mouth, stunned for a good while before he could speak.
Seeing Lyon, usually calm, with a dumbfounded expression on his face, Emma couldn't help but purse her lips, then couldn't resist letting out a soft laugh.
"You believe everything I say... It's definitely a trick!"
"..."
Lyon couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief at her words.
So, it was a joke. You scared me. I knew it...
"But not everything I said was false."
"What?!"
Emma gently stroked Lyon's collar, smoothing out the wrinkles caused by the gun butt, and then her beautiful eyebrows arched as she smiled and softly instructed him:
"Remember to be careful... I didn't plan to take it by force, but if you continue to mess around and end up joining me earlier than expected, and can't control yourself, then it's not my problem."
"..."
Tsk, tsk, tsk...
Seeing Lyon being silenced, the Third Generation Elder standing beside him couldn't help but glance at him with a look of disdain from an experienced senior.
With that attitude, he's definitely going to lose control. I bet ten... Oh, damn!
"Third Generation... Master."
Relying on his 49.9% stake in the Dead Realm, Lyon grabbed the Third Generation Elder's will and, looking at the culprit who had caused all this, he said with a respectful yet slightly distorted expression:
"My show is quite something, isn't it?"
"Er... Calm down first."
"I am calm!"
After taking a deep breath, Lyon slowly released the hand that was gripping the Elder's collar and urged with gritted teeth:
"My esteemed teacher! If you've seen enough, can we get to business?"
"..."
It seemed that the master-disciple relationship was now firmly established... But it wasn't too bad a deal.
Glancing at the hideous firearm in Lyon's hand, the Third Generation Elder estimated in his mind where the weapon he had forged would rank among the numbered Abnormal Objects while hurriedly replying:
"I'll get to it, I'll get to it... The highest authority in the Dead Realm has just been transferred, so they can't return immediately. We'll have to wait a little longer."
They... are coming back?!
Upon hearing the Third Generation Elder's words, Scorpio Commissioner, standing by with a sorrowful expression, his eyes suddenly widened in disbelief.
"Third Generation Lord?! Do you mean...?!"
The Third Generation Elder was pleased with Scorpio Commissioner's delighted expression and tugged at his pants, then said with a hint of pride:
"Those incompetent little brats may have lost a few, but since I've taken action, there's still hope for them."
"!!!"
After seeing Edward trembling with excitement upon hearing the news, the Third Generation Elder ignored Lyon's glaring stare and complained with a hint of disdain:
I guessed you wouldn't succeed, but I didn't expect it to be this bad! If it weren't for my quick reaction, those brats would never have returned!"
?!?!
Can those who fall off Terminus Cliff still come back?
"You... Not only are you weak, but you're also dim-witted?"
"Oh, so it just went down and came back up?"
"But it's not... Um..."
Scorpio Director instinctively replied, then suddenly realized the truth, his face filled with shock as he exclaimed, "Just like when you dealt with the Hexa-faced Stag, you've placed a restriction on our souls too?"
"Something like that... When I sensed something was off, I casually put something in each of your souls, keeping them light and preventing you from falling directly to the bottom of Terminus Cliff and being completely disintegrated by that thing."
After briefly explaining his actions, the Third-Generation Lord hummed, "Although I don't have a soul, only a lingering vow, and I can't become the Lord of the Dead Realm, I've been here for so many years that the Sage's Graveyard has become my turf. I might not be good at fighting, but I can still pull some tricks to protect myself.
And you youngsters are truly fearless, not a shred of caution among you... Especially this generation's Taurus, she's the dumbest one of the bunch!"
After giving Taurus Director a scathing review, the old man pouted, "Long before the Hexa-faced Stag appeared, I had already forged the item. When I stirred the pot vigorously, I used the rising steam to mix with the fog in the Sage's Graveyard, secretly inserting things into your souls.
Others who don't understand metallurgy might not notice, but Taurus Director's Secret Metallurgy Technique is quite decent. Yet, when she realized something was wrong, she immediately forgot her wits and didn't pay attention to my suspicious actions.
The rest of you were the same, except for that one person, not a single one of you reacted. If it weren't for the fact that the attacker was me, you would've been finished without the Hexa-faced Stag lifting a finger!"
No mistakes in their well-kept, complete...[unclear phrase]!
"... "
Seeing the Third-Generation Lord's discontent, Edward couldn't help but twitch his lips in annoyance.
Although his words were true, the Sage's Graveyard, as the Purge Bureau's sole "stronghold" in the Dead Realm, was originally your territory. We even laid in the coffins you chose for our ambush... How could others be so obedient?
Moreover, the Hexa-faced Stag, your sworn enemy, had already arrived at your doorstep. Who would've thought that instead of preparing for battle, you'd take the opportunity to tamper with our souls?
Wait, there was one who figured it out.
Turning his head towards Lyon, who was whispering to Emma, Scorpio Director asked with a complex expression, "So... you discussed all this with the Third-Generation Lord? You knew about his plan from the start?"
"Not from the very beginning... but I did know a part of it..."
Lyon nodded, recalling some unpleasant memories, his face turning grim. "When I realized he was trying to insert... hair into my soul, he immediately hid inside the coffin and asked me to cooperate with his plan. He wanted to launch an ambush at the Gates of the Departed, located at the boundary between life and death, where the Authority of Death is weakest, and attempt to swallow the Hexa-faced Stag's defeated incarnation."
So that's what happened...
Scorpio Director nodded in understanding, then heaved a sigh of relief. He couldn't help but feel curious and asked, "What kind of hair are you talking about? Is it a special Abnormal Object forged by the Third-Generation Lord?"
"..."
"?"
"..."
"?!?!?!"
Seeing Lyon's silence and strained expression, Edward shuddered. Suddenly, he thought of something and turned around, his eyes wide with disbelief.
As Edward's expression filled with horror, the Third-Generation Lord grinned at him, revealing a rather kind smile... and casually adjusted his pants.
(End of Chapter)
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