Chapter 203: Secret Deal (2/2)
“This guy’s just a fly. You need to slap them dead to have your quiet again,” the cold-faced Hill said, his face also dark.
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“Where did that Stingham guy run off to?”
Inside the arena, still immersed in the happiness of their victory, Ayrin and the others suddenly noticed Stingham’s disappearance.
“What’s Team Silver Trout doing? Are they unwilling to admit their defeat, so they’re coming here to have a brawl?”
Just then, Ayrin and the others suddenly noticed Nolan and the others coming their way.
But what they hadn’t expected was, after Team Silver Trout came in front of them, Nolan said a single word: “Sorry.”
Ayrin and the others felt a little puzzled.
“At the beginning, when you guys were ranked as a weeds-level team, we really looked down on you, and we even made disobliging remarks about you. Now facts proved us wrong, so we came here to apologize.” Nolan looked at the confused group from Holy Dawn and slowly said, “You guys are indeed very strong. I hope that you guys can achieve even better results in the upcoming rounds.”
“Are you serious?” Ayrin stared at Nolan, his eyes wide. “You aren’t putting up a front now are you?”
“…” Nolan was suddenly a little speechless. “Of course I’m serious.”
“Looks like you’re a good guy,” Ayrin suddenly shouted, a little surprised. A smile bloomed on his face. “Then let all of us be friends, how about it?”
“You were ready to fight just a second ago… Never seen such a fast turnabout, what the hell is your brain made of!” Moss and the others almost fainted.
“What a disaster…” In the stands, Southern Monsoon’s captain Ferdinand looked a little lost.
“What disaster?” The teammates beside him glanced his way, a little baffled.
“Chris was actually so strong. I’m not worthy of her,” the crestfallen Ferdinand said.
“You weren’t worthy of her to begin with. You just have to try even harder now!” His teammates made encouraging gestures at him.
“That’s right!” Ferdinand tightened his red headscarf with Chris’ Fan Club written on it, then firmly clenched his fist. “I have to try even harder!”
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In the stands, Liszt looked at the jubilant Team Holy Dawn, a faint smile on his lips.
All of a sudden, he felt a cold and ominous aura creep his way like an invisible tentacle.
But the sinister aura slowly receded again immediately after, as if it was merely pointing him in a certain direction.
He frowned imperceptibly, but his appearance looked still as lazy as ever.
“Songat, look after Ayrin for me, I have some business I need to take care of first,” he told Songat while standing up from his seat.
This sentence sounded very ordinary, but Songat’s eyes flashed as if he heard something of significance from his words. His face became exceptionally grave, the total opposite of the usual I-don’t-care-about-anything look he usually wore.
“Ok.” He gave a very straightforward nod.
Liszt stood up but didn’t leave the arena. He merely reached a shadowy area under the stands.
He looked at the stone wall inside the shadows. He knew that behind this wall was the “God of Death” countless teams from the Office of Special Affairs were looking for, but had failed to find so far.
“You actually managed to sneak your way here… You leaked a strand of your aura on purpose so that I could feel it, didn’t you? Why?” Liszt said, looking at the wall inside the shadows.
Lotton said, his voice almost inaudible from behind the wall, “I want to make a deal with you.”
“Oh?” Liszt frowned. “What kind of deal?”
“Help me leave Eichemalar, and I can help you catch an Evil Dragon disciple alive, one with a pretty high status at that.”
“Alright.” Liszt nodded, still looking lazy and leisurely even in this situation. He directly said, “Help me catch the disciple you’re talking about, and I’ll help you leave the city.”
“Alright. Wait for me tomorrow on the fifth avenue. But before that, don’t tell anyone, or else I can’t guarantee this deal will successfully go through.” Lotton didn’t show any hesitation either behind the wall. The weak sound of his voice became even fainter, as though he was already leaving.
“Are you worried about traitors who’ll prevent you from catching that guy?” Liszt smiled, then suddenly faced the wall and added, “I heard that the Evil Dragon bishops have a special way of controlling all the Evil Dragon disciples who have been bestowed with genuine Evil Dragon particles. They can control the disciples’ life and death with a simple arcane skill as long as they’re within range. But I also heard that the essence of the Sacred Moonspring can erase this sort of control.”
But he no longer heard Lotton’s voice anymore. Who knew whether the latter heard Liszt’s words.
“Liszt, is something the matter?”
Two patrollers appeared not far away beside him.
“Nothing, maybe I was mistaken,” Liszt said with a shrug and a lazy smile.