Transcendents Don't Make Things Hard for Transcendents

Taking care of the aftermath of the attack, the two men went back to the compound area one after the other.

Several meters apart, like two unimportant passersby.

Looking upstairs at the figure with her head down, Qishi turned back and smiled:

"Didn't I create an opportunity for you to save a hero, why is the relationship still so frosty?"

Eleazar ignored her flirtation.

Qishi remained to himself, "Saying you don't care, well then you've helped draw all the ill will to yourself again."

"But say you care, but keep hanging on to someone else."

After analyzing the situation, Qishi stops in his tracks and tilts his head slightly, "Shouldn't you be..."

"Still thinking about continuing to stay out of the way after you've used up the others and leaving the mess for us to deal with, are you?"

Without a word, Eleazar crossed to her figure and silently made his way upstairs.

The world is full of fools who don't ask for a reason, who work hard, and who willingly pay for others.

But sadly, Luna is not one of those people.

The rich family's young lady, the daughter of a count with a noble background, experienced a childhood without any friends, a regretful youth in which the whole world was filled with only relatives, and a long period of solitude had long since made her realize the true meaning of solitude, so even when she was given the interfering lenses that served as a bridge, she had never invited anyone else to enter her inner castle.

That's why that outburst was extraordinarily intense.

"I don't get it!!!"

"I don't understand a word you're saying!"

"What do you mean you don't have to worry at all..."

"What do you mean it's just a very common experience..."

"Why take something so dangerous for granted..."

"I don't get it, I don't get it, I don't get it, I don't get it..."

"I don't get it!!!"

Watching the figure that screamed at the top of his lungs and finally twisted his head and ran away, Eleazar froze for a moment and slowly pulled out his silver pot.

The knight looked at him with a thousand embarrassed eyes.

"I'm sorry, I was just trying to explain it a little for you."

"I didn't think she'd react that way..."

Eleazar silently asked, "What did you say?"

"It doesn't say anything..."

Fintan scratches his head, "It just means not worrying about you at all."

Finnian analyzed, "Luna-sama is still thinking like a normal human, this kind of attack is already an unimaginable disaster for her, and you were using that hangdog tone at the time, brother, that's why you pissed people off."

"Is it my fault?" Fintan looked incredulous.

"You're only half wrong, and the other half of the fault lies with fellow Eleazar."

Finnian said and turned his head again, "Fellow Eleazar, what I'm trying to say is that if you don't want to get too deeply involved with people, it's probably best to stop involving ordinary people in the transcendental world."

"All the crazy things we do because of magic potions, ordinary people will never be able to understand."

Eleazar silently sips the communion wine.

Seeing that he didn't want to answer that question, Finnian had to move the subject and ask:

"What kind of people are those that use this level of heat weapons!"

"An unidentified research facility, perhaps with a little access to transcendental things, or simply sponsored by some transcendentalists, specializing in capturing valuable human bodies for experimentation."

"Oh?" A strange gleam flashed in Finnian's eyes.

"Firm for a long time without striking out?"

"Well, there should be a lot of hidden forces supporting it."

"Then it would seem that ordinary people's organizations are better hidden than Transcendents instead."

Finnian blushed thoughtfully.

Fintan, however, bristled, "It's just that the church hasn't been bothering them lately."

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...

These nights, Witcher, who lives just outside the suburbs, always senses the transcendent fluctuations that spill out of the city.

Sometimes it's a blue light representing icy cold, sometimes it's a fire filled with searing heat, and occasionally it's accompanied by explosions, flashing alarms, and fire and ambulance lights.

The church's capture went extraordinarily well!

But it has nothing to do with him at all...

They were well aware of Witcher's style of pulling out the goose and the gander, so they didn't involve him in that kind of action.

Along with that, Fintan, who is vainly trying to make a buck off the capture, is also excluded, leaving him to constantly reflect on whether he's done something wrong again lately.

Finnian's classmates were quite happy.

Only he didn't know that his older brother had been assigned the even more sinister Evil Faith Annihilation operation.

Being injured by those mysterious and unfathomable transcendental abilities was just a troublesome healing process, but if one was contaminated by an evil god, one could almost only die.

Witcher, who had been waiting to be notified of the action, sighed and was about to resume his meditation when he suddenly stood up again.

Transcendents were fleeing in his direction!

Poking half his body out the window, he squinted.

The three unknown Transcendents, having finished digesting the residue of the magic potion in their bodies, couldn't tell what the sequence was.

Judging from their dress, their disguised identities were probably doctors, and one of them was carrying a suitcase like a first aid kit as if they had fled in a hurry.

Still complain to each other on the way out.

"I've told you not to fish so hard for money, now it's good, you've been found out!"

"Nonsense, I've been hiding it well, it must have been your bootlegging of organs that was discovered, it was the police who just broke down the clinic door!"

"Unfortunately, my research is still a little short..."

Listening to the men's conversation, Eleazar mused silently.

Many sequences can masquerade as a doctor, herbalist, physician, sorcerer, apothecary, alchemist... And if it's just curing the disease, then the number will be even higher, and he can even go as a doctor.

"Dark green?"

"At least one of them is an alchemist..."

Thinking about the dangerous sequence that could be poisoned at the drop of a hat, Eleazar plans to wait until they're farther away from the Hundred Fruit Orchard before making his move.

But unexpectedly, those three people instead ran straight towards the still-lit tavern, as if they were planning to go in and rest for a while.

Eleazar sensed behind them again and found no sign of the night watchman.

Did they let those three get away, or did they see them running towards Witcher and the acolytes just left them alone?

Witcher, somewhat irritated at being disturbed from his meditation, turns around puts on his coat, and walks out of the house.

Come across the street and push open the tavern door.

The three unprofessional doctors quickly twisted their heads and realized that it wasn't someone dressed as an acolyte, and just breathed a sigh of relief before noticing the fae characteristics of the other party's eyes and instantly raising their hearts again.

Eleazar comes up next to the trio and, pretending to be a regular drinker, stands at the bar and orders a malt.

He then smelled the rich, fragrant odor of blood from one of the crates.

The dark red gaze then turned, and the three doctors were instantly distraught, one of them hurriedly whispered:

"There's a big move in town, so run away too, the Transcendents don't give Transcendents a hard time."