Chapter 188: Low Profile

"That's actually a very good choice," Kaslana laughed. "Humans who can don the Demon Hunting Armor are true knights, their character beyond reproach, making them the best choices for friends."

"Humility, honor, sacrifice, bravery, mercy, spirit, honesty, justice! A human who embodies these eight principles naturally qualifies to be my friend," Muria laughed. "But now the question is, how do we find this Demon Hunter Knight?"

"Let's go check out the place where the Demon Hunter Knight fought, see if we can track him down."

Kaslana soared into the sky, heading toward the rising column of grey-black smoke in Varianthi, her radiant spirit trailing behind her in a splendid golden rainbow.

"So flashy!" Muria watched the golden dragon sister openly flying over Varianthi city, then looked at the city dwellers below who noticed the golden dragon sister and showed a look of awe.

"I was also naive," Muria glanced at the three extortionists below, showing a look of awe, kneeling on the ground, daring not to stand up, tapped his head, "This is a human kingdom. I just need to hide my Titan bloodline and disguise as a golden dragon with proper lineage, no need to be low-profile at all.

Being too low-profile attracts all sorts of mess, which is quite troublesome."

After this thought circled in his mind, Muria also soared into the sky, quickly catching up with the golden dragon sister Kaslana, flying side by side with her.

As for their recent discussion of human secret history, Muria wasn't worried at all about those three humans below hearing and spreading it; they were conversing in Dragon Language, not something a few petty thieves lurking in the city could understand.

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"Is this the Marquis Mendoza?" Muria stood above the ruins of a castle that occupied almost one-tenth of Varianthi, looking at the dismembered carcass of a humanoid demon lying in the ruins.

Head, hands, feet, torso, wings, tail—this huge humanoid demon, which stood over forty meters tall when intact, was now thoroughly dead. All its limbs had been chopped off and scattered around the ruins of the castle, a truly tragic death.

"The remnants of a soul-level demon, it must be him," Kaslana, the golden dragon sister standing next to Muria, looked down at the dismembered body, "According to the description of the Red Archbishop of the Dawn Temple, he witnessed Mendoza transforming into a soul-level demon."

"A demon?" Muria reached out his hand, and a giant claw covered in black scales flew up from the ground, hovering in front of him, "This aura is very close to the devils in hell. This Marquis has fallen quite thoroughly, no longer human at all. No wonder he was slain by the Demon Hunter Knight."

"This is the flame left by the Demon Hunter Knight." Seeing the giant claw that could hold both of them in its grasp, Kaslana's gaze moved to the cut on the claw, where a layer of bright red flame was burning.

"I'll try to see if I can use it to track down the Demon Hunter Knight." Kaslana reached out to grab a strand of flame, beginning to cast a detection spell to trace the owner of the flame.

Watching the golden dragon sister messing around, Muria examined the giant claw in front of him, about four or five meters long, somewhat similar to a human palm but covered in black scales, with metallic-looking claws at the fingertips, like five short knives.

"All life force has been extinguished, a very domineering power," Muria carefully sensed the palm in front of him, especially the neat cut at the wrist and the attached flame.

Golden-level beings possess the ability to regenerate limbs, their physique reaching a nearly perfect state, leaving only the heart and brain as the last weaknesses.

But after ascending to the soul level, the vigorous vitality and further enhanced essence of life reduce the body's weaknesses even further, making the heart no longer a weakness.

This palm in front of him was interesting; despite emitting the pressure of a soul-level being, it had no trace of the vibrant life force typical of soul-level beings, just like a dead object.

"Chi!" Muria flicked his finger, a burst of qi shot towards the claw, striking the black scales on the claw with a sound of metal clashing against metal, "The defense is still there, not destroyed."

"Huh!" At that moment, Kaslana, the golden dragon sister, let out a sigh, "Can't find him, that Demon Hunter Knight is hiding too well."

"Not finding him is normal; if it were so easy for you to find him, he wouldn't be a Demon Hunter Knight."

"Let's go, little brother, we'll wait at the temple."

"Wait for what?" Muria was somewhat puzzled.

"Wait for those humans who harbor ill intentions towards the Demon Hunter Knight to make their move. Then we'll also take action," Kaslana's eyes flashed with a cold light, but then she returned to her gentle and intellectual big sister demeanor.

Then, she looked at Muria with a teasing smile, "Little brother, there might be legendary mages taking action this time. Are you afraid?"

"Legendary mages will take action?" Muria's brow furrowed, then relaxed again, "You mean that Baiye Mage might also target the Demon Hunter Knight?"

"It's possible, after all, he's not a direct descendant. But who can guess the thoughts of a legend?"

"Marquis Mendoza is a fallen one, slain by his own actions. What reason does that Baiye Mage have to trouble the Demon Hunter Knight?"

"Little brother, you're still too young. Baiye Mage doesn't care about these things; he doesn't distinguish between good and evil. What decides whether Baiye Mage will take action is Marquis Mendoza's position in his heart, not whether he's a fallen one."

"Not distinguishing between good and evil, or rather, not caring about them." Muria murmured, then clenched his fist in silence.

But soon, Muria opened his hand, his teasing smile returning as he looked at the golden dragon sister, "Kaslana sister, say, if the one who struck down Mendoza was a legendary Retribution Knight, then would that Baiye Mage run as far as he could, even abandoning the duchy he established?"

"Of course, not only that, but Baiye Mage would also desperately try to distance himself from any association with Mendoza," Kaslana replied seriously, a smile on her face at Muria's hypothesis.

"Heh, in the end, it's all about strength. Ultimately, it's the law of the jungle," Muria chuckled, tossing the claw down.

Why was he being so low-profile? Wasn't it because he knew too much and felt too weak? If he had epic strength, he'd be as flamboyant as possible, no need for subtlety. Being low-profile was just a result of his own weakness.

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