Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang

As the night grew dark, Valery and Vika took a taxi and soon arrived at the street where the "Herring Tavern" was located.

"Just stop here." Valery knocked on the carriage, and the driver stopped immediately.

Vika pointed out the fare and handed it to the coachman. When he hurriedly followed, Valery was already confronting several strangers.

The leader of the group, the man with short hair and a capable look, was holding a gravel hammer in his hand. His figure was strong and thick, blocking the road like a wall.

Three other people also gathered over and surrounded Valery in the middle. Most of them held axes or stone hammers in their hands.

With Valery's height of 1.8 meters, he was actually a head shorter than the short-haired man, so his indifferent expression showed a little twist:

"What the damn double doors..."

The other party didn't understand what Valery was saying in a low voice, but he understood the curse words mixed with it. The short-haired man patted his head twice: "I forgot to say hello to you yesterday. Didn't I just make up for it today? "

"Then it seems like you're not thinking very well." Valerie replied expressionlessly.

Being surrounded by these bear-like gangsters made Esther feel very uncomfortable. Since Mr. Yan is not here and no more forces are paying attention, then it doesn't matter if they kill them, right?

Vika stood on the outside, not knowing where the courage came from, and persuaded the other party in a low voice: "Sir, we didn't mean to disturb you, and we don't remember any time we offended you..."

"Stop talking nonsense! Hand over all the money you have!"

Valery and Vika looked at each other, but Vika didn't understand what that smile meant. Then the next moment, Vika heard Valery say:

"The money is all on him."

Vika's face instantly turned pale as paper, and she wanted to retreat.

But the short-haired man laughed twice, and then roared viciously: "Fart! I saw you paid yesterday! Even if it's him, you are the one in charge!"

Valery frowned and wiped the spit on his face with his sleeve:

"Then you can try, try to kill me."

The gentle smile on Valery's face stunned the short-haired man for a moment.

After he reacted, he waved the hammer in his hand with a grin: "You heard it, he asked me to do it!"

The hammer struck down horizontally and actually landed on the real skull. The short-haired man did not retain any strength at all. With this blow, some hard objects made a cracking sound.

The man who was attacked showed no resistance at all, which made the short-haired man full of doubts. He saw this man fighting the pirate during the day. He shouldn't be so easy——

Severe pain.

The ax blade slashed across, leaving a long bloody gash on the side of his face.

The moment he heard the wind, the short-haired man tilted his head out of instinct, trying to get away from the source of the sound, but he could barely avoid the ax coming from the bottom up at his side.

"Roman! Are you crazy!?" The short-haired man looked at his friend in disbelief, holding the bloody ax in his hand.

"Roman" had that gentle smile on his face that frightened him, weird and inconsistent, like an illusion revealed through a mask:

"Come on, try to kill me."

Several people stepped back in unison, and no one noticed that the red cloak wrapped in Valery on the ground was trembling and squirming.

"Roman" played with the ax in his hand nimbly, and the heavy sharp tool swung like a bird under his skill, spinning around his palm.

"you……"

The short-haired man suddenly winked at the other two, and driven by unspeakable fear, he decisively decided to run away.

This was exactly what the other two people thought, and the three of them turned around and ran back at the same time.

"Roman" grabbed the short-haired man behind with his left hand, but threw out the ax in his right hand. The heavy ax was spinning in the air, hitting the other man in the back of the head.

The body of the short-haired man stagnated. He lost the ability to control his legs in an instant. He collapsed weakly and then quickly stood up, supporting his body with his elbows and crawling back.

The last person was running, but his mind suddenly went blank, and he staggered and slowed down.

The short-haired man clutched the hammer tightly, as if it could save his life.

"Roman" raised his hand and grabbed it again. The short-haired man's hand became completely empty. He glanced down at his right hand in disbelief and looked up at "Roman" in horror.

The hammer was in "Roman's" hand, turning out a spiral dance of death.

"Wait, wait! You can't-"

The force exerted on the hammer was so great that not only did it smash, but it also slammed into the man's head.

Gunfire rang out from the other side.

"Roman" moved his fingers, pinched the double chin of the new "vehicle", and looked indifferently at the man on the ground who stopped talking:

"Can't I? It's a pity that I said yes."

Esther turned her head, just in time to see Vika put down the revolver that had been held horizontally.

He took two deep breaths, smiled sheepishly at Esther, and put the revolver back into his waist.

The previous gunshot was when Vika seized the opportunity and shot the gangster whose thoughts were stolen by Esther.

"Good job."

As Esther said this to Vika, she leaned over and pulled up the red cloak. The scattered skeletons fell from it, and the skull rolled down at Esther's feet.

She quickly grabbed the satchel with her free hand and carried it to herself.

Esther threw the cloak on the short-haired man. This thing was extremely convenient for disposing of corpses, but it was a pity that it also spit out bones.

Vika walked away from the cloak and approached Esther: "Then shall we leave now? After all, I was too reckless just now and fired the gun all at once. It is very likely..."

Before he finished speaking, a person hurriedly walked over from the other side of the street. Seeing the bones and two other corpses in the field, the person seemed quite surprised:

"You guys! What's going on?"

The person calling the two of them was a young, lanky young man. He did not pull up the hood of his cloak, so the two of them could clearly see his appearance:

Her slightly curly brown hair was tied into a small ponytail at the back of her head. Her face was sharp and angular, her dark brown eyes were unusually bright, and her brows carried a high-spirited and carefree look.

Vika looked at the young man doubtfully: "Your cloak looks familiar. Have we seen it before?"

"Matteo, do me a favor and borrow a bag from the bartender at the Herring Tavern, so I can find a place to bury these people's bones."

"Matteo?" Vika's blank gaze flickered between the two of them.

Mateo came over, deliberately lowered his voice, and replied in a false voice: "Chantal."

Leaving the shocked Vika behind, Mateo walked towards the other person standing there.

Because the red cloak had already finished its second meal, Esther was grabbing it and covering it on another unlucky guy.

Mateo stood next to "Roman": "So you are Roman now? Not Valery?"

Esther nodded: "Find a place later and bury 'Roman' too."

Mateo glanced at the man on the ground and couldn't help but frown: "They deserve it. They really deserve it. Many people have been extorted by them. If you don't pay for their drinks, their homes will often be destroyed."

Without waiting for Esther to ask, Mateo nodded his chin in the direction of the pub: "I'll go tell Peter and get the body bag you asked for. He will be very happy to know the news."

Esther said "Hmm", and when the bright red cloak rolled around the last deceased, Mateo walked out of the "Herring Tavern" carrying several large bags.

Mateo conveniently stuffed a bag into Vika. Because of "Chantal"'s previously revealed identity, Vika's worldview was strongly impacted and stood there in a daze.

It wasn't until there was a rough cloth bag in his hand that Vika barely came back to his senses. He followed the two of them numbly to pick up the scattered bones, but his expression looked particularly dull.

Esther couldn't bear it anymore and called him helplessly: "Vika, please wake up. Where did your ambition to become an extraordinary person go?"

Vika twisted her neck stiffly: "I, I don't want to..."

"Don't worry, the potion formula I told you won't turn into a woman."

Vika came to life in an instant: "That's good!"

Mateo seemed to be displeased with Vika's reaction, and deliberately interrupted: "But extraordinary items may also turn you into a woman, so you should be careful."

Esther glanced at Mateo in a funny way. After returning to his original appearance, the young man showed more vigor and vitality, much better than his dazed state last night.

Noticing "Roman's" gaze, Mateo nodded and said, "I also have the tickets for you two. In fact, there are three tickets."

"It seems you have made your decision."

Mateo's smile was unexpectedly bright: "Yes, I agree to your condition and will go to Olavi Island with you."

Vika felt that he might have slept an extra day and night, but he couldn't keep up with what these two people were saying: "Wait, you want to go with us too? Why?"

Esther bared her teeth at Vika. This action was full of intimidation when applied to "Roman": "Because I made a small deal with him."

Vika immediately shrank his neck: "Okay, this has nothing to do with me."

"Don't worry, the deal I made with him is different from yours, and it won't affect our original plan."

Mateo tossed the smooth skull in his hand twice. After looking at it for a moment, his curious eyes swept over the cloak on "Roman's" shoulders, and then he threw the bones into the bag:

"But why are you going to Olavi Island? Peter asked me to run errands and buy the ferry tickets. I thought you would choose to go to Bayam, which is more prosperous."

Esther frowned slightly: "There's no special reason...it's just that since I have the ticket, I thought I could buy it, following some kind of invisible hunch."

Mateo thought thoughtfully: "Spiritual intuition? Do you have this ability? So it partially interfered with my divination last night?"

"Roman" just shook his head and didn't give any answer. Matteoye didn't ask any more questions and continued to pick up a few scattered leg bones.

Esther was full of doubts. Ever since she left the land abandoned by God, her "spiritual intuition" had not experienced any fluctuations.

Zoya was too quiet.