Chapter 88

Chapter 88

The final destination for the twelve organ traffickers' bodies was the sea. Adrian had no intention of giving these scum even the slightest chance of survival.

The battle didn't leave behind exaggerated traces and didn't require much handling.

However, the two guns that could shoot out nets and the lock-scythes were interesting, so Tom decided to keep them.

Afterwards, the group returned to the tavern. These guys delayed them for over half an hour, mostly due to interrogation time.

Artoria looked at the time and asked, "Adrian, are we continuing with today's plan?"

"Yes, we have enough time. After encountering those organ traffickers, I'm even more motivated to go. I'll reduce one of those guys who don't treat people as humans." Adrian took out invisible ink and started applying it to himself.

Artoria and Tom followed suit, especially Tom, who cleverly jumped onto Adrian's shoulder this time, fearing he'd be stepped on like last time.

"It's so amazing." Only Rui Mengmeng was experiencing this for the first time. She looked at the others, amazed by their gradual invisibility, and then imitated them by applying ink to herself.

Adrian crouched down and as he applied the ink to his feet, he watched them disappear. "Treasure this. Use it sparingly. I plan to familiarize myself with the business this way. Later, I'll switch to nighttime operations. The ink can be saved for reconnaissance."

"Oh, okay." Rui Mengmeng hurriedly covered herself in ink, becoming invisible.

"Now that everyone's ready, let's set off for target island number 3." Adrian remembered that the organ traffickers said they were operating near island number 3, so this time, they'd head there.

Artoria held one hand each of Adrian and Rui Mengmeng's and led them to scale the wall.

Actually, it wasn't necessary for everyone to go, just like last time, Artoria and Tom would have been enough. However, Adrian thought it would be better for Rui Mengmeng to see it with her own eyes.

At the very least, she should know what they were doing and why they wanted to do it.

...

Rolling back time a bit, after Adrian and the others left that coastline.

A bald eagle circled in the sky, then flew straight through the entire Sabaody archipelago, landing slowly on the other side.

Interestingly, the bald eagle carried a sea otter on its back.

This sea otter wore a white base with purple spots, had sunglasses on, held a paintbrush and sketchbook.

At the coast where they landed, there was a set of white tables and chairs. Two men and a woman were sitting there, drinking tea.

The woman wore a yellow dress with lemon patterns, a yellow hat, and held an umbrella. She was pretty and had a good figure, but her demeanor wasn't praiseworthy.

One of the two men was the explosion expert Adrian was looking for. Wearing sunglasses, with a slightly dark complexion and a long brown trench coat, he looked formidable. This explosion expert was truly explosive.

The last one was quite something. He wore a blue and white vertically striped shirt. His hair bun on his head was somehow shaped like the number "3". Although he was a bit ugly, he looked quite elegant while sipping tea.

They were senior agents from the Baroque Work Society, currently chatting.

The man with the explosive hair asked, "Mr.3, haven't you found a suitable partner yet?"

"It's not that easy to find. My partner must understand art and preferably be a painter who can color my works." Mr.3, put down his teacup and adjusted his glasses.

"Ahahaha, the 'Unlucky Duo' is back." The woman in the yellow dress laughed without caring about her image. "Speaking of which, Mr.3, is it really necessary to go through such complexity for dealing with a small tavern? Mr.5 and I could handle it."

"If the task was only about taking out the tavern owner, then sending you both would have been fine." Mr.3 put on his glasses and said, "But our goal is to capture that cat and the unexpected mermaid. If we're lucky, this mission could earn us at least a hundred million berries. So, we need to use our brains a bit more, Miss Valentine."

As they spoke, the bald eagle carrying the sea otter had already landed and folded its wings.

The sea otter jumped down and tore a few sheets of paper from its sketchbook, scattering them on the table.

The paper depicted scenes of Adrian and the others fighting the organ traffickers, as well as the aftermath of the battle.

The "Unlucky Duo" was the nickname for these two intelligent animals: sea otter codenamed Mr.13 and the bald eagle codenamed Miss Friday.

In certain countries, 13 is an unlucky number, and Friday is considered an unlucky day. If the 13th of a month falls on a Friday, they believe that unfortunate events will happen that day.

So, the partnership of Mr.13 and Miss Friday is called the "Unlucky Duo."

Their responsibilities mainly include message transmission and punishing members who fail in their tasks, and occasionally conducting reconnaissance missions.

Among them, the sea otter's sketching skills were on par with a human camera; it could sketch portraits of several people in an instant.

Perhaps because the client gave them too much, that's why the Baroque Work Society was mobilizing in full force in its early stages.

After looking for a while, Mr.5, the explosion expert, disdainfully said, "As expected, a bunch of waste."

Miss Valentine laughed, "Ahahaha, if we could solve this with these kind of goods, that person wouldn't have sought us out specially."

"We weren't expecting them to succeed in the first place. Testing the target's strength was sufficient." Mr.3 said.

"All three of them are swordsmen. Mr.1 would probably enjoy this mission." Mr.5 noticed the weapons in the hands of the three.

Artoria didn't hide the sword in her hand using the Wind King's barrier this time, as there was no need to conceal her true name in this world, and no one recognized her Noble Phantasm.

Mr.3 didn't hold a favorable opinion of Mr.1, the cold-hearted killer. He was proud of his art and intellect, and he slightly resented being ranked lower than a guy who only knew how to slash.

The reason he didn't snatch the code name was primarily that he couldn't win...

Not dwelling on these irrelevant matters, Mr.3 arranged the next task: "Since this task has been assigned to me, I'll definitely accomplish it perfectly. 'The Unlucky Duo' will continue to monitor their movements. If they spot the mermaid again, they should inform us immediately."

Mr.5 asked, "And if the mermaid doesn't appear?"

"If it doesn't appear within ten days, we'll have to catch the cat first. We can't just keep waiting here." Mr.3 was confident. From the battle scene depicted by Mr.13, these people's destructive power was inferior to Mr.5's bombs. Their strength should be limited.

When the time came, whether they acted directly or used a bit of strategy,

capturing a cat shouldn't be difficult.

However, as a careful person, he decided he would go to the scene himself later to inspect the battle traces and ensure there were no mistakes in his estimation of the tavern's fighting strength.

"My motto is 'Small investment, big crime.' The best way to deal with enemies without fighting is the best way." Mr.3's glasses gleamed with intelligence.

(My new fanfic 'I have Death Note as Grimoire in Black Clover' is out.)