Translated by XephiZ

Edited by Aelryinth

Mo Fan’s eyes glittered. He had finally found a glimpse of hope. As expected of Bola, he was able to come up with such a great idea when they were in a pinch.

The Eye of Deception!

Not only would they help Apas get her revenge, they would also achieve their goal in the Sacred City. Euryale was a timely rain for them, without a doubt!

“You should return to the inn. I’ll visit my old friends,” Bola said.

“I suppose it won’t be easy to take out Euryale?” Mo Fan asked.

“None of us would stand a chance against her in the wild, but it’s a different story in the Sacred City,” Bola said.

“Mm, I’ll leave it to you.”

“It’s my honor to serve you,” Bola said calmly.

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The moon was shrouded by thick gray clouds. Most of the houses in the luxurious city center belonged to the businessmen who made a living off tourism. When the moonlight disappeared, the whole area fell into darkness. Even the Eye of the Golden Dragon could not drive it away.

Bola walked silently along the street. He did not have to worry about people noticing he did not have a shadow when there was no light around.

He went into a shop selling spare parts for watches and vehicles. An old man was repairing something under his glasses.

“We are closed for the day. Please come again tomorrow…” The old man paused in the middle of his sentence after he looked up.

“Fielding, it’s been a while,” Bola smiled.

“Bola… it’s really you! My God, it has been half a century since I last saw you!” the old man exclaimed.

“It has only been a few months in my eyes,” Bola laughed back.

“You’re still the same. I remember I once promised you that I would never be late to your funeral when we were on the battlefield, but a few years from now, you can easily hook up with some of the young ladies who are going to attend my funeral,” Fielding grumbled.

“I don’t have much time left, either. I’ve been sleeping most of the time. You are my last friend in the world,” Bola said.

“Don’t say that…”

They heard footsteps approaching rapidly while they were talking. It sounded like heels tapping heavily on the ground.

Bola and Fielding immediately stopped talking. A moment later, a woman in a golden coat and high heels came inside. Her blond hair parted perfectly in the middle. She was wearing the uniform of Holy Court Mages, giving her an inviolable aura!

A Holy Court Mage?

Bola was startled. Was he already so rusty because of his age? When did he become so bad at concealing his presence in the dark as to let a Holy Court Mage notice his existence so easily?

Bola believed he was going to be taken away. He was not afraid of being arrested, but it would be even more difficult to take out Euryale then, and enable Mo Fan to sneak into the Sacred Residence.

“Don’t be so nervous. Allow me to introduce you; this is Maggie, my granddaughter,” Fielding smiled.

“Grandpa, you should listen to me and move to the city. I keep picking up an unusual dark aura around here. We aren’t allowed to investigate this area because of the unknown person who’s in charge of it,” Maggie spoke up.

Maggie finally turned to the handsome man with a pale face and observed him carefully.

Bola breathed calmly like a normal person.

Maggie did not notice anything unusual about the man, and went on complaining to her grandfather.

“Bola, are you in some kind of trouble?” Fielding asked.

“I’m planning to take out a demoness.”

“Oh, my granddaughter can lend you a hand with that… Maggie, didn’t I always tell you I have an old comrade called Bola?” Fielding went.

“Grandpa, don’t even mention it. I’ve been hearing the same story since I was three until I was thirteen… I’m guessing this young man is your comrade’s grandchild. He does resemble the man you described to me. Did he come to visit you? Grandpa, I have a lot of work to handle. I don’t have time to be his tour guide, and I already told you I’m not planning to marry anytime soon, so you don’t have to introduce men to me!” Maggie exclaimed.

“Maggie, you have been a Holy Court Mage for quite a few years, yet you still have the habit of taking wild guesses. He isn’t Bola’s grandchild. This is Bola himself, but he doesn’t age because of some special reasons,” Fielding introduced him.

Maggie was shocked. She focused her attention on Bola again.

Maggie took a closer look at Bola. Her eyes sharpened as she finally noticed something.

“It seems like your perception is a bit lacking, as a Holy Court Mage…” Bola smiled, revealing his vampire’s fangs.

“How bold of you to come to the Sacred City. Are you treating us Holy Court Mages as fools!?” Maggie snarled.

“Relax, Maggie. He might be a member of the Blood Tribe, but he has always complied with the Sacred Constitution. Many seniors of the Sacred City respect him. He’s allowed to come back to admire his brilliant work as part of the old promise,” Fielding chided her.

“Fielding, you might be a great help to me this time… I mean, your granddaughter,” Bola said.

“Use her as you please… oh, I mean feel free to order her around. She will obey me instead than the Angels, except when I asked her to marry someone,” Fielding agreed shamelessly.

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When Bola and Maggie reached a brighter spot on the street, Maggie purposely turned around and noticed Bola did not have a shadow.

Maggie kept asking Bola questions like a curious little kid. “It’s my first time stumbling into such a high-level member of the Blood Tribe. Which generation are you from?”

“I only swear my loyalty to the Demon. I don’t really belong to any of the generations, nor do I need blood to stay alive and maintain my youth. It’s the reason why I can obey the Sacred Constitution,” Bola answered her.

“The demoness you mentioned. Did she really do so many cruel things in the Sacred City?” Maggie said.

“Yes, she’s an Eagle Demoness. She’s planning to kill another tourist again this year, so I have decided to lure her out. However, I can’t use my power in the Sacred City, so I will need your permission,” Bola said.

“Speaking of which, the street you mentioned… right, I remember it now. A Judicator younger than me took the job. I was interested in it before, but I decided not to intervene with it when I heard he was in charge,” Maggie said.

“What about the young Judicator?” Bola asked.

“I heard bad rumors about him, but I don’t know if they are telling the truth. Either way, I have a feeling he’s a hypocrite. I think his name is Zu Xiangtian… yeah, an awkward-sounding one,” Maggie informed him.

“You made the right call.” Bola’s eyes flickered cunningly. He added, “I think I’ve figured out a better way to do this.”