Mission 138: Mr. Dekan’s Task
Amidst a shower of falling firelight, Evans’ figure suddenly plunged and crashed to the ground like a meteor.
Evans didn’t know how much explosive Dekan had stuffed into the magic airship to unleash such power.
But Evans knew that this time, he had utterly fallen.
In his condition, despite having the body of a high-stamina magic tank, he couldn’t withstand the unexpected explosion.
His entire right arm was shredded by the fireball’s explosion moments ago.
Especially below the elbow, after directly countering the magic airship, much of the flesh had been completely blown off, exposing white bones.
His originally black priest robe was scorched in many places and now had several large, ragged holes, and even his fiery red hair had turned black in parts.
Evans was shaking uncontrollably with the fire of bitter resentment, despite his fainting state.
He was the Destruction Archbishop of the Rebirth Church, second only to the church leader!
Feared by thousands of people in the world!
How could there be a day like this!
In Evans’ memory, though there were certainly some strong foes in the world worthy of his respect,
they mostly were dignified figures with considerable power and presence, who valued decorum before making a move.
Of course, that was also these powerful figures’ greatest weakness.
When Evans, who played foul tricks, faced them, he had a natural advantage.
Who would have thought he’d be defeated by someone like Dekan, who disregarded martial virtue?
Evans even felt that Dekan was more disgusting than the most loathsome, corrupted archbishop in the Church!
Regardless of how powerful this Dekan was,
to have pushed him, Evans, to such a situation and even being a near-top-tier cardmaker,
such talent should have been accompanied by some resolve, but instead acted exactly like a scoundrel.
TM is he sick or something?
Filling a civilian transportation vehicle with explosives.
Evans couldn’t understand, and he was quickly losing the opportunity to keep thinking.
Both his magic power and life force were almost depleted.
“Shh.”
There was a sound in the wilderness.
It was the sound of someone approaching Evans.
Evans no longer had the strength to lift his head or see clearly, but he knew who would still be around at this moment.
Isabel walked with slow steps and approached Evans.
She gently swung her dagger, amusedly observing Evans’ pitiful state.
“Lord Evans, please persevere a little longer.”
With a gentle voice, Isabel actually lifted Evans.
Her expression carried a hypocritical warmth as she slowly administered a small bottle of recovery potion to Evans.
“Hahaha…”
Evans thought it was ridiculous, but he didn’t even have the strength to resist being fed.
This small bottle of potion would only prolong his life a little more.
Perhaps Dekan simply wanted to torture and interrogate him a bit longer.
But Evans no longer cared.
He’d had enough.
Nothing could stir his heart anymore.
Even torture or more terrifying things held no fear for him.
Still,
he only heard Isabel say,
“Lord Dekan instructed that you need to die by his hand.”
This caused Evans’ pupils to contract rapidly.
It seemed he understood something.
Then,
he laughingly spat out blood, his laughter becoming wild and unhinged.
“Hahahaha, Hahahaha!”
He laughed until he spat out more and more blood and gradually grew weaker.
“Take me. Just imagining the expressions of the Kingdom Union’s other archbishops and the look of eating shit they would have is enough…”
Evans’ expression grew weak, but there was a mad smile playing on the corner of his lips.
“Isabel… I will wait for you in hell…”
Evans closed his eyes, like someone who had already accepted their fate and was about to die.
“Hehe.”
Isabel coldly smirked a couple of times.
Looking at Evans’ pitiful form, she couldn’t help but be moved by profound feelings.
When you get to hell, you might have to call me “sister,” who knows?
Take a look at who I’m following.
…
Under the deep night sky filled with stars,
the Beautiful Minds trio returned to the Lord’s mansion. They were sitting on the sofas in the living room, chatting with Lord Rampard about the customs and culture of Tristain City.
Dekan slightly raised his eyebrows and looked out the window.
He seemed to sense something.
“Brother Rampard, lend me two guard knights.”
“Sure.”
Having been talking casually with his friends, Dekan suddenly made this request, and Rampard naturally knew what Dekan intended to do.
He gestured for two guard knights to come over and dispatched these trusted subordinates to Dekan.
He instructed them to strictly follow Dekan’s arrangements without asking too many questions.
Dekan nodded in satisfaction, then quickly left the mansion with the two knights.
After leaving the mansion’s garden, he walked along a small path behind the mansion.
This area was typically deserted.
After all, no one would loiter where there’s no gate behind the Lord’s mansion, only a wall.
“Kindly block both sides. Do not let anyone approach, not even the guards on their routine patrols.”
“As well, no matter what happens here, do not interfere. Come back to find me near here in twenty minutes.”
Dekan instructed.
“Yes, sir.”
The two knights quickly dispersed as Dekan’s instructed.
Subsequently, Dekan glanced around. After confirming there was no one around, he skillfully transformed into a gray spirit cat, jumped onto the wall, and quickly came to a corner.
Under the dark night sky with a hazy moon, the light here was poor, but there was just enough to discern a slender figure slowly emerging from the shadows.
Soon, Isabel appeared with Evans, finding Dekan’s location.
She had transported Evans in a plastic bag, ensuring that there were no blood stains and that they were well-concealed along the way.
With no words needed between them,
in the eyes of Dekan in cat form, Isabel opened the bag and displayed Evans for Dekan to confirm.
“Good job meow.”
The cat version Dekan sat on the wall with its sapphire-like cat eyes unusually bright in the shadow.
It leaped down from the wall, looking at the faintly breathing Evans and lightly placed its cat paw on the summoned “Purification of Blood.”
As the “Purification of Blood” activated, blood mist dispersed. Evans’ face contorted in pain as he tried to shout.
However, Dekan had earlier placed a “My Silence Spell” on him, preventing Evans from disturbing the neighbors at night.
Dekan valued citizen morality after all.
After repeating this several times, Evans finally drew his last breath.
“Isabel, go lie low in the Capital City. I’ll find you when I go back to the city meow.”
After speaking, Dekan transformed back into human form.
He didn’t want to deal with Isabel anymore and simply waited where he was for the knights’ return to transport Evans’ corpse back to the Lord’s mansion.
Handing over this corpse to Lord Rampard, the Lord would naturally write various reports and handle all the troublesome aftermath. Then the corpse would be handed over to the Norton Kingdom and the Kingdom Union properly.
Dekan’s next few days could thus be spent enjoying a pleasant holiday with his friends.
Thinking of how he could freely play with his friends in such a dreamlike and wonderful city, Dekan could hardly suppress his smile.
“Lord Dekan…”
Isabel nervously called from behind Dekan, making him wrinkle his eyebrows slightly and turn around.
Her behavior suggested she didn’t intend to leave yet?
“Is there anything else?”
“You said earlier that I did a good job with my first task.”
“……Oh, so you’re asking for a reward?”
Dekan paused, turned around to look at Isabel and asked.
“Never!”
Isabel quickly shook her hands.
“You’re merely a tool that I can discard at any time. Even if you’re truly loyal to me, it can’t erase your sins.”
Dekan coldly said.
But then he thought about it again.
To make the tool better, perhaps giving her some harmless incentives would be fine.
“Since you’ve done work for me, speak up if you want anything.”
Dekan continued.
Isabel took a deep breath, as if gathering courage. She looked at Dekan earnestly and said,
“I want a collar.”
“?”
Dekan was momentarily speechless upon hearing Isabel’s absurd request.
He had no idea how to respond.
Dekan had thought Isabel was asking for those two cards, “Captain De’Erkan” and “Temptation of the Underworld.”
Instead, Isabel’s abrupt and bold statement completely caught Dekan off-guard.
He quickly realized that somehow he had activated a dangerous trait in Isabel.
“I want you to put a collar on me.”
Seeing Dekan’s stunned expression, Isabel gathered courage again and explained.
“I refuse. You are truly disgusting.”
Dekan frowned, his face full of disdain.
“Ah! Sorry, Lord Dekan.”
Isabel, meeting Dekan’s garbage-like stare, blushed slightly despite herself, and her breathing became more rapid.
Even though she knew her behavior could anger Dekan or was like playing with fire,
for some reason, she somewhat looked forward to the severe punishment Dekan might unleash on her.
“Alright, if you want a reward, it’s fine. But please know your place, and there won’t be another chance.”
Dekan’s gaze grew colder, his disgust unhidden as he turned away like he couldn’t bear to look at her.
Yet,
this attitude seemed to excite Isabel more, making her breathing heavier.
Are you TM sick?
Realizing this, Dekan almost lost it and wanted to curse aloud.
He wasn’t sure whether or not he should punish Isabel.
It seemed this woman twisted her nature to fit into the role of slavery.
Whatever punishment Dekan threw at her would only reward her!
Once she accepted her M traits, she’s unbeatable!
Pointless!
Dekan hated these bad guys who played dumb the most!
Just get her out of sight!
“Let me not see you for now.”
Dekan didn’t want Isabel to ruin his vacation mood.
“Yes, master.”
Isabel’s voice carried a mixture of happiness and satisfaction.
Then she disappeared into the night like merging with the shadows.
Dekan pinched his temple under the night sky.
He began reflecting on whether he had overtrained her this time and how to deal with and avoid such situations in the future.
Humans… are truly amazing.
…
Not long after.
Dekan directed the two knights to carry the corpse in the plastic bag back to the mansion.
They placed it before Lord Rampard.
“Inspect the goods, Lord Rampard.”
Dekan calmly sat back on the sofa and said casually.
“Oh, ah.”
Lord Rampard, taken aback, stood up.
Looking at the body bag on the floor, he felt his legs trembling.
He knew exactly who was inside.
Even now, Rampard still found this situation hard to believe.
The legendary Destruction Archbishop, now just a corpse lying before him.
Just as Dekan had said at noon, justice had been served against Archbishop Evans!
And Dekan’s manner somehow made Rampard feel as if he was colluding with the mafia boss, a truly bad lord!
“Dekan: All the subsequent work will be your burden, so just report as I told you.”
“Rampard: Okay, no problem.”
“Today was truly exhausting. I feel students shouldn’t bear this kind of pressure.”
Dekan remarked.
Chloix also nodded, acknowledging that the intensity of this social practice was a bit too much.
Conversely, Cornelia blinked eyes, feeling like she had played all day without actually doing anything.
“……You all could consider direct employment.”
Lord Rampard expressed in a high EQ manner what essentially meant “are you all aware you’re students?”
As the group was chatting casually.
Suddenly, a guard rushed over.
Signaling that there was a visitor for the lord.
Upon hearing the visitor’s name, Rampard’s complexion drastically changed as he hurried to the mansion door.
“Saint Knight Commander Judith.”
Rampard respectfully greeted the arriving woman.
Her slender and incredibly beautiful frame was adorned with the silver armor, fully covered with sun god protection magic runes, yet it seemed rather dim.
Upon seeing Rampard, the female knight worriedly placed her hand on his shoulder.
“Lord Rampard, you must be alert! Evans might be in your domain! I will fully pursue him, please prepare and activate the highest level of town alert!”
After arriving in Tristain City, Knight Commander Judith had observed some peculiar scenes.
The town celebrated like it was a festival today.
After inquiring, she confirmed that the Destruction Demon King had indeed been in Tristain City today.
However, instead of causing any danger, the people seemed to have an even better celebration because of him!
This familiar town suddenly felt strange and eerie, unsettling her!
