Translator: Exodus Tales Editor: Exodus Tales

Translated by XephiZ

Edited by Aelryinth

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“It’s me, it’s me!” Babbitt blurted out in joy.

“Secretary Richard is inside. Do you want me to bring you to him?” the soldier inquired.

“That will be great, quick, bring me to him!” Babbitt said impatiently.

General Jessica glanced at Babbitt, who was behaving a little strangely. She was also disgusted by the soldier’s attitude.

She was a Major General, someone who fought at the front line, yet the soldier was paying more respect to the merchant than her. Did the soldiers in Crete only care about money instead of their medals?

General Jessica glared at Babbitt’s back. She had a feeling something unusual was following him, yet she did not notice anything when she tried to take a closer look.

An old pine tree was swaying in the wind around a sharp corner of the road leading up to the mountain. An upright figure with a hint of a strange Aura appeared under its shadow.

General Jessica took a closer look and realized it was a person by the light their phone was emitting. The person seemed to be keeping an eye on something.

General Jessica hesitated for a moment, but decided to ignore it. She was at a military academy, not a secret military headquarters. It was normal for outsiders or the students from the academy to be roaming around. A lot of them would often chat with their girlfriends late at night for a long time.

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“Are you sure? His daughter met with Harper the afternoon before she disappeared…” Mo Fan was holding his phone in one hand while leaning on the branches nearby with the other.

“Mo Fan, I couldn’t figure out why they wanted Harper dead. Do you really think Harper wasn’t paying the Guild of the Wicked a protection fee or something?” Mu Bai had to ask.

“I just gave Asha’ruiya a call and asked her to check on the survivors of Green Sprouts Island. The same thing that happened to Harper has happened to them too,” Mo Fan replied.

“You mean the survivors were killed in accidents? A lot of them?” Mu Bai asked curiously.

“Not really. If we didn’t look at their deaths as something intentional, there isn’t anything strange about them,” Mo Fan said.

Falling into the sea after being mentally unstable.

Hanging themselves in their room, as they felt it was meaningless to continue living after the rest of their family had died in the tragedy.

Joining the war to avenge their dead close-ones, yet ending up being killed by snake demons and titans.

They were seemingly ordinary deaths, considering the tragedy that had taken place. It was part of a chain effect after what befell Green Sprouts Island, but Mo Fan began to feel suspicious after Harper was killed.

Harper was an optimistic but lazy person. His situation was similar to those who had been forced to move from their old houses and were given a few houses as compensation, and who could easily make a living by collecting rent from their properties. He would just spend his days as he pleased, instead of worrying about the future.

He was trying his best to forget the incident of Green Sprouts Island. He did not speak a word about it after he told them about the magic pattern on the Tyrant Titan’s back.

Mo Fan initially thought it was just Harper’s way of living, selectively forgetting the pain and suffering he had gone through. He was trying to distract himself by putting his attention on the approaching summer and the beautiful ladies.

He seemed to be heading in the right direction.

However, Mo Fan realized something when he saw Harper lying in a pool of blood.

Forgetting what one had seen was only a different way of living on.

Harper was extremely smart, smarter than they had imagined. He had never told anyone the truth, just so he could live a little longer than the others who had died in the incident.

“I think Harper thought we were after him, so he kept pretending like he was relieved to have survived the incident. When the people of the Guild of the Wicked came to the inn, he still managed to keep up the act. However, why did he go and meet Mr. Lin’s daughter? The tattooed man and his men were already lowering their guard to him. They were about to give up, yet he gave them a chance to kill him in the end,” Mo Fan murmured.

“Yeah, he knew the group who came to the inn after us were the ones who were after him. He didn’t want us to get involved… those assh**** from the Guild of the Wicked,” Mu Bai agreed.

Harper was just an ordinary man living a carefree life who would hook up with strangers every summer. He was living a life that most men would envy.

It was unlikely that someone like him would be targeted by the Guild of the Wicked, unless maybe he was busted for hooking up with someone’s wife. If it weren’t for Harper’s death, Mo Fan would still have believed the incident at Green Sprouts Island was just a natural disaster.

Harper’s death implied that the incident was not as simple as it looked. He was one of the survivors the Guild of the Wicked was watching closely.

Why would they be watching the survivors? What did the survivors see? What was the person behind their deaths trying to hide?

Mo Fan did not bother asking the tattooed man. He knew the tattooed man was only doing the dirty work. There were many people like the tattooed man among the Black Ornaments. They were watching the survivors of Green Sprouts Island and trying to disguise their deaths as normal accidents.

“Can you find Mr. Lin’s daughter?” Mo Fan asked.

“Old Zhao and I will give it a try. Let’s hope she’s still alive,” Mu Bai confirmed.

“Where’s Mr. Lin?”

“He’s still unconscious. I asked the Golden Sun Knight called Jiang Bin to take care of him. I think we can trust him,” Mu Bai answered.

“Jiang Bin? Oh you mean the knight who was almost fired for protecting the illiterate old folks on the Orange Coconut Island? I think he’s a fine person,” Mo Fan agreed quickly.

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Mo Fan hung up the call and stowed his phone in his pocket after he finished the conversation. His expression shifted as he lifted his gaze and stared at the entrance to the military academy.

Why did it always come down to this? Why couldn’t it just be a natural disaster?

Why did there always be some kind of human-caused factor in incidents like this?

Mo Fan was utterly disappointed by the truth that was soon going to surface.

Humans were clearly at a disadvantage in this world where demon creatures were on a rampage. The only way humans could preserve their existence was to be more united and wiser than the demon creatures.

However, humans could never secure the upper hand and break free from the cities that trapped them like cages, because they were just as greedy and selfish as the demon creatures out there. They were killing their own kind!

The people of this era were already troubled by a lot of natural disasters. Mo Fan thought he could finally have a showdown with the Heavens for once, but he ended up going against humans again instead!