Chapter 284 - Chapter 284: 120. There’s a big difference in repression. (1/2)

Chapter 284: 120. There’s a big difference in repression.

Translator: 549690339

The Cat Society’s Sector 8.

The 10th layer underground.

Noland Lee revisits his old haunts, his expression calm and composed,

Gazing at the cracks on the floor and the walls and the remnants of corpses with soul fragments yet to be collected, Noland Lee’s eyes reveal a thoughtful expression, as if he was learning for the first time that a battle had occurred here.

The fragments of corpses on the ground were Coudaman’s and those of the armed Alchemy Minions; amongst them were even two Lost Souls he himself had controlled.

They still had soul fragments on them.

Noland Lee pondered for a moment, but did not take these soul fragments.

Having deconstructed so many scholarly skills, he understood very well what he could and couldn’t do in front of Meow Judgment.

Like the soul fragments on these corpse fragments for instance.

In the extraordinary group known as the Wizards, the existence of soul fragments is not secret, but common knowledge.

They are a kind of spoils of war.

Since they are spoils of war, ownership is important.

These corpse fragments were indeed caused by Noland Lee himself-that wasn’t wrong.

But as they were now on the territory of Meow Judgement, even if Noland Lee was the true killer, he could not freely collect the soul fragments from the corpses. If he did so, he would be overstepping the rules. At the very least, he needed to get Meow Judgment’s approval.

There was another point to be careful about.

Noland Lee’s method of collecting soul fragments is through harmless deconstruction, which is very different from the ordinary Death Clan Wizards.

In the memories of Greenshaw and Hickman Arlington, when they collected soul fragments, half-transparent grey matter would be drawn out from corpses in an illuminating and animated way.

There was none of this when Noland Lee collected soul fragments.

It might still be fine when he does it on his own, but if others were watching, this would inevitably draw their attention.

So, very wisely, Noland Lee chose to ignore the soul fragments on the corpses, as if he hadn’t seen them.

“Ray Lee, you’re here-” Philia greeted him warmly, her eyes gleaming with the light of elemental energy,

“There are some soul fragments on these corpses. Would you like to take them?

This can be your share as spoils of war.”

Noland Lee curiously observed the other’s eyes, shook his head, and politely declined,

“No, Philia. I’m still recovering from the aftereffects of the Meditation method.

I can’t collect soul fragments for a while.”