Translated by XephiZ

Edited by Aelryinth

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Mo Fan was not far from the two people fleeing him, tailing right behind them.

Babbitt immediately saw Mo Fan, who had a dark Aura around him. He grinned with disdain. Mo Fan was not far from the two, obviously following them.

Babbitt patted Kachasa's back softly. He even slid his hand down to her waist. He knew it was her sensitive spot. She was willing to use any posture whenever he touched it."So you are the one who's trying to kill my baby?" Babbitt asked Mo Fan calmly.

Kachasa was twenty years old. Babbitt had trained her for twelve years. No woman was more pleasing to his eyes than her in every aspect.

Now someone was trying to kill her?

Even though she always kidnapped beautiful young ladies and sold them to nobles in remote places as playthings, it was not her fault. She had ended up in his hands the same way.

She was so pitiful and pleasing to his eyes. Babbitt would never allow anyone to kill her!

"Don't be afraid, I'm here," Babbitt felt sorry for Kachasa when he saw the terrified look on her face. He had an urge to kiss her on the forehead.

Babbitt suddenly picked up a foul scent when he moved closer. Where did the smell even come from?

Babbitt opened his eyes and immediately backed away. He pushed the woman in his arms away.

Kachasa's face was dry and black. It was full of wrinkles like an eighty-year-old woman instead of her youthful looks.

"Mr. Babbitt..." Kachasa had a confused face as she fell to the ground.

She did not realize the changes on her, but when she reached out her hand and saw her tender fingers wilting like old branches, she was thunderstruck.

"What's happening to me? What's happening!?" Kachasa screamed.

It was not only happening to her arms, but her whole face and body were aging quickly. A minute was like a few dozen years to her.

Black gas was leaving her skin and taking away her youth, rapidly turning her into a blackened and dried corpse. Babbitt felt his heart being shredded when he saw her appearance and remembered her normal beauty.

Twelve years, Babbitt did not have many twelve years left! Many women had ended up in his hands, yet Kachasa had stood out among them. She was his best masterpiece, but she had turned into something so ugly that he felt like throwing up when he looked at her!

"Dark Wither, her body has long rotted." Yuri studied Kachasa's body calmly, analyzing what had happened.

"I don't like people who are different on the inside and the outside. Their body should look just like their hearts." Mo Fan stepped forward. He did not bother taking another glance at Kachasa's corpse.

She had already done her job. It was no longer necessary to keep her alive!

"Do you know who I am?" Babbitt said with a dark expression. He was trying his best to withhold his anger.

"I know you are her superior. Oh right, tell him my motto. I can't be bothered repeating the same words over and over again," Mo Fan looked at the tattooed man.

The tattooed man was horrified. Kachasa had already reached the merchant guild, yet she had still died!

He knew why she had died and that he would end up just like her. He was still wondering why the guy had not killed him yet.

"Tell him, or I'll blast you into pieces or kill you the same way I did to her!" Mo Fan ordered darkly.

The tattooed man was trembling, and struggling to speak properly. He obeyed Mo Fan's order as he wanted to stay alive for a little longer. He told Babbitt, "Mr. Babbitt… this man asked me to ask my superior for help, or he was going to kill me. So I went to Miss Kachasa for help. He...he killed the Mages protecting Miss Kachasa and demanded she go look for help by telling her the same thing."

Babbitt almost erupted like a volcano when he heard the words.

The guy had tortured his baby!

"You heard him. Your name is Babbitt, right? What role do you have in the Black Ornaments? Forget it, I don't really care. You may leave now and ask your superior for protection. You will be safe if they can protect you… dammit, I still ended up repeating the words myself again!" Mo Fan sighed.

"Who do you think you are? One of the Great Angels of the Sacred City? The God of this world who judges human souls? Do you know how much power I have in Crete? Even the little thugs robbing people in the dark alleys must hand over a third of their loot to me! Do you think a little Shadow Mage like you can take us on?" Babbitt yelled.

"Covering the sun with one hand, that must be describing someone like you. Very well, I'm not interested in a minor character, either," Mo Fan replied flatly.

"Kill him. No, take him down! I want him alive!" Babbitt ordered his men.

The people who were dressed up like businessmen suddenly surrounded Mo Fan. Each of them had magic flowing around them, like the breath of ferocious beasts.

"Do you know why I want you alive? I'll capture everyone who's related to you within the next week and kill them in the order of how close they are to you. You can watch them all die before it's your turn to die in despair. You will have plenty of time to regret provoking the Black Ornaments and me!" Babbitt cursed him with a twisted face.

"That's the same thing he told me too, but what you said was more detailed and easier to picture, as expected of his superior," Mo Fan nodded, pointing at the tattooed man.

The tattooed man had long regretted his words. Why did he have to put on airs in front of someone who was such a devil? The truth was, he was not even considered an elite in the guild. As for Babbitt... if the guy was just a normal person or a low-level Mage, Babbitt might actually get his way.

Hopefully, Babbitt could kill the young man and end the nightmare.

"Capture him alive!" Babbitt spat angrily.

Mo Fan was oddly calm as magic began pouring at him like waves.

"I do have pets too, but they are not women. They specifically feed on people with rotten hearts. I prepared them for the scum of the Black Vatican originally, but you fit the criteria too!" Mo Fan was emitting a moon-white glow. It quickly coalesced into a Star Constellation!

"Summoning Tide: Feast of the White Wolves!"