Chapter 161: Miss Writer

Bravehearts Bar, 8:40 p.m.

'Why it itches so much?' Glaint thought awkwardly adjusting his shirt collar.

He was now in one of the rooms that had the bar.

They offered rooms for drunks who could afford them to spend the night and he had paid for one to meet the ladies from before.

He was now dressed in a simple shirt with a brown vest and work pants, he had put some makeup on his face to appear older and had old gloves on his hands.

He was somewhat nervous, he would meet two new possible Beyonders outside of the royal family!

He already wanted to know what kind of abilities these would have.

'If Adryan can use and move through the shadows what could they do? Control the light? The fire?' he thought excitedly.

But before he could come up with any crazier ideas, the room door was knocked on and this startled the viscount.

Quickly calming his racing heart, he walked over to the door and opened it.

In front of him now were two women.

The tallest was about 1.65 meters tall. She has slightly curly brown hair and light blue eyes.

The shortest was 1.62 tall and had short, shoulder-length golden hair and dark green eyes.

"Can we come in?"

The taller one asked with a smile and Glaint nodded...

Closing the door and looking at the two women in front of him, Glaint swallowed.

It was easy to see that he was nervous.

The first to speak was the tall lady.

"There's no need to be nervous, we're here to talk business after all."

"Yes..." Glaint nodded.

Recovering his courage, he spoke seriously.

"How do I know that you are telling the truth about the Beyonder meeting? Or that you are even Beyonders?"

"If you don't trust us why did you choose us over the other?" The shorter one asked sharply, Glaint's expression trembled slightly but he held his ground.

"I trust that you won't hurt me because I have something you want." He corrected and this silenced them.

Instead of being offended by what Glaint had said, the taller woman had a small smile while the shorter one just nodded.

"It's good to think like that, that means you won't be surprised too easily." The tallest said.

"But you still need to be more careful, this move of yours is risky, what prevents us from kidnapping you and forcing you to tell us where the blood is?" the shortest said.

At that Glaint laughed awkwardly, he had not taken it into account, the emotion had clouded his judgment a bit.

The air in the room became somewhat tense and uncomfortable, and trying to fix this, Glaint fake coughed.

"Cough* Cough* Sorry about that episode, the last few days have been exhausting and I'm a bit tense" he tried to excuse himself but the taller one chuckled.

"No need, I have no problem confirming that if we are true Beyonders, my friend's abilities are not that showy but mine on the other hand..."

She walked to the door and extending her right palm, she grabbed the door handle.

Glaint's vision went blurry, it's as if he saw the woman walk through the door!

The door, which had been locked, was opened from the outside and the woman calmly entered.

Glaint had an expression of astonishment.

"Was that enough?" she asked elegantly.

"Yes, that was more than enough, miss!" Glaint exclaimed, a big smile on his face.

The shorter woman rolled her eyes at this.

Glaint only took a few moments to recover, as this was not the first time he had seen something like this.

"So this meeting we talked about?"

"Yes we'll take you there, at the right price obviously, I hope you can afford it." the shorter one said calmly and Glaint nodded confidently.

He had brought a good amount of money.

"Just tell me your price ladies!" he exclaimed confidently.

The women looked at this with a flat expression.

"It would be about 20 pounds to introduce you to the meeting," said the short girl and Glaint nodded a little confused.

"Why so cheap?" He accidentally let go and this confused the women.

"What do you mean cheap?! This is already a bit of a high price!" the tallest said incredulously.

"Sorry, it's just that I expected it to be much more is all." He apologized as he took out the money and handed it to the shorter one who looked at him with a flat expression.

"Better pay us when we're already in the meeting, but we want you to deliver the Deep Sea Marlin's blood to us by tomorrow night at the latest."

Glaint just nodded and retracted his hand and pocketed the money.

He turned to look at the taller woman with a raised eyebrow.

"Do I know you from somewhere? Your face is familiar to me but I can't place it..."

The woman's eyebrow twitched slightly but controlling herself, she responded.

"Surely you saw my face in a newspaper, I am Fors Wall, a famous writer"

"Ohhh! So that was why!" Glaint exclaimed in understanding and he turned to look at the shorter one.

"And who are you?"

She didn't even flinch at that, she had a lot of experience in being provoked.

So with a slight nod, she introduced herself.

"Xio Derecha, nice to meet you Viscount Glaint."

Glaint's face was horrified as he looked at the women in front of him.

"How do you know? My disguise should be perfect!"

He had hidden his hands this time!

Both women raised an eyebrow and took a good look at the man's face.

Despite having a little makeup, it did not hide the most important features of his face at all.

So if someone took a good look at him, he would be recognized very easily.

The man's face was very recognizable because when he took the title of Viscount, his face was on the front page of every newspaper for several weeks.

Also, the way he moved and carried himself was too elegant.

He stood out like a sore thumb.

"..."

"..."

They looked at each other without knowing what to say.

So they decided to go for the best and change the subject.

"We'll give you an address to send the blood to."

"You will also go to this address on Friday at 1:00 p.m., come with a robe and mask for the meeting." Xio said and Glaint nodded.

The disguise that he had put so much effort into turned out to be useless...

Fors could only feel sorry to see how down Glaint had become but she didn't know how to comfort him so she could only stand there awkwardly.

...

In a room whose only lighting was a few candles.

There was no bed in this room, only nearly empty shelves.

The materials they had varied between silver, ink, plants, powders of various materials, different brushes, etc.

A thin man with gray-black hair was sitting in a chair looking at the note in his hands, rereading it for the fifteenth time.

He looked just a little older than seventeen, his purple eyes reading each written word earnestly.

His desk had various rectangular, semicircular, and triangular pieces.

Some of them had writings in Hermes and Ancient Hermes and various symbols full of mysticism.

The others seemed simple pieces, without anything special.

They were still to be completed.

The man sighed as he lowered the note.

He put his hand to his forehead and massaged it.

"Should I accept this or not..." he murmured doubtfully as he looked at the note again.

_Hello Mr. Mystery Pryer_

You don't know me and I don't know you either.

But I do know several things.

The first one is that now you are wondering who I am, what I want with you, and if you are in danger.

You are not in danger.

Who I am you will know if you accept this, otherwise you will never hear from me again.

The only thing I want with you is to form a relationship that benefits us both.

I offer you a deal that no one else will.

I am looking for Beyonders like you.

I'm building a team and your abilities will be very useful, I've seen what your charms are capable of and I know you have the ability.

What I offer you is simple.

I offer you to never again have to worry about money, potion formulas, or materials for your charms and other things you want to do.

You will have my protection and that of our team members, obviously, we hope you return the favor.

The team protects each other after all.

All I ask is your absolute loyalty and that you follow us wherever we go, we will be moving a lot after all.

I'll tell you right off the bat, there will be great dangers if you accept this.

The things you will face will be things you could never have imagined.

Monsters that not even the most disturbed of minds could imagine.

Your life will always be in danger.

But all that danger also comes with rewards you never imagined receiving.

Riches that not even the most greedy and covetous could imagine obtaining, or even touching.

If you reject this there is no problem, I would just like you to sell me the Mystery Pryer potion formula and that is all you will know about me.

__Sincerely Y.M___

He brought his thumb to his mouth and began to gently bite the skin.

'What do I do, what do I do, what do I do...

'Not only I don't have any clues to the Melee Scholar's potion formula, but very soon I'll have to start using the money I saved up for the formula...'

He still wasn't desperate enough to accept an offer to join a team.

Only after multiple and exhaustive divinations would he consider accepting.

And he would only consider it for the sole reason that the guy was considerate enough to say that his life would always be in danger...

Looking at the signature he frowned.

"Who is Y.M? Perhaps an acronym for his name..."

...

The masked man who had bought the Slumber Charms was now in the sewers, standing in military salute in front of a redheaded man.

There were balls of fire floating around them, lighting up the dark sewer.

He no longer had his mask on allowing people to see his reddish-orange eyes.

"The message was delivered, sir!"

"The target took it and says he will give you an answer in a few days sir!"

Adryan smiled at this.

"It's good to hear that~"

But then he laughed mischievously when he remembered something he had done.

The signature he had used had been an acronym for <Your Mom>

Flora who was looking at this interaction, could only sigh.

She had woken up just a few hours ago and already wanted to go back to sleep.

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I would like to apologize to you for not having published any chapter these 2 almost 3 days.

I was quite sick and had no energy to do anything, I'm better now, runny nose, but better.

Sorry, again.

Also, regarding the question from Chapter 157.

The correct answer was Artist.

Congratulations to Foosh for getting it right.

Also...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BERNADETTE BEIBEI.