Chapter 110 - Chapter 110: Chapter 106 Alice (1/2)

Chapter 110: Chapter 106 “Alice

Several days later, Assistant Priest Zayne from the Tempest Church finally arrived at the mining area, with a solemn expression, methodically conducting careful inspections and purification rituals.

The mine owners, who were usually out of sight to the laborers, as well as their attendants were extremely subservient in front of Zayne, like bugs that could be squashed at any moment, even speaking incoherently.

Many people even knelt before Priest Zayne, believing the priest to be the spokesperson of the gods, and that they ought to bow to the great Tempest Priest.

Assistant Priest Zayne paid no mind to the thoughts of the common folk.

“Hmm, the matter is basically resolved,” he said solemnly, claiming that the malevolent spirits that had once resided in the mining area had been completely expelled by him.

Chris didn’t know whether his claim was true or false, but at least it succeeded in soothing people’s hearts, and no one dared voice any objections.

As more time passed, Chris continued his arduous disguise, disregarding the bullying and insults from those around him.

It wasn’t until one day that Chris gradually realized that continuing to disguise himself as “Liam” was no longer beneficial for him.

Perhaps the contrast wasn’t striking enough; Chris conjectured that the greater the difference between his disguised identity and his usual self, the better the effect.

In the mine, Chris silently pondered his next false identity.

In the early hours of the morning, he quietly left the mining area and went to his safe house in Fein City, a place not even Byrne and his sister were aware of.

When he had left Nasir, Chris had felt the need for such a secret location, unknown to anyone, suitable for hiding and storing various necessities.

In fact, he also had such a safe house in the West City District of Nasir Town, which Chris had secretly purchased under a false identity, known only to himself.

Perhaps, the Lord of the Lost knew as well?

“The Lord doesn’t care.”

The safe house in Fein City was located in a newly built, chaotic apartment area on the outskirts of the city, inconspicuous among the many disordered buildings.

Yet the inside of the room was equipped with several traps by the “Trap Master,” traps that had already killed two thieves who attempted entrance, dealing with the bodies had taken considerable effort.

Chris did not enter through the locked front door but instead climbed through the window, as silently as a cat, carefully avoiding the locations of the floor traps.

The walls, ceiling, and floor were shrouded in darkness, the air heavy with an oppressive stillness, nearly impossible to discern any specific outlines of objects.

Even sightless, Chris could still navigate around the traps, finding the items he needed.

Silently recalling the layout of the room, he fetched a newly improved red potion from the cabinet at the edge of the safe house, containing many white floating particles.

Beside the potion, there were also stashed Class 2 Extraordinary Material “red emerald liquid” and some gold coins smeared with snake venom.

The red potion was the miraculous healing draught “Blood Heal,” exceptionally effective in improving old tissue wounds at the flesh layer.

Unfortunately, due to its high cost of production materials and Irene’s presence, the family had not been focusing on “Blood Heal” for the time being.

Byrne felt that “Blood Heal” had huge economic potential and decided to try mass-producing it once the pharmaceutical factory was fully built.

After ingesting the “Blood Heal,” Chris stood still and calmly waited for the effects of the potion to kick in, which would take at least a few hours to show.

Time passed bit by bit.

Noises gradually drifted in from outside the room: the calls of merchants selling their wares, the teasing laughter of prostitutes, the conversations of passersby, and the arguing of the gang members.

The young man’s gaze was indifferent as he stood silently in a dark corner of the room, the scars on his face miraculously fading away.

“Bang!”

It seemed a gang member had fired a gun, as frantic screams and commotion followed outside, then the sound of running footsteps, and a succession of gunshots and curses.

Feeling his facial scars completely restored, Chris took out a bright golden wig made from collected hair and put it on his head, then cautiously opened the window a crack to look outside.

The warm light from the two suns shone through the gap into the dark room, causing him to frown.

It was very glaring.

Indeed, the Grimm Gang was engaged in a shootout, and a gang member had been killed, with the rest of the gang members divided into two groups, facing off on either side of the street.

It wouldn’t be long before the patrol arrived, but by then the gang members would have scattered.

An insignificant matter, Chris shook his head, unconcerned with the chaos outside that had nothing to do with him.

Amidst the continuing gunshots, he calmly took out the props he had prepared, lit a candle, and began applying makeup meticulously in front of the mirror, altering his appearance completely once again.

After careful makeup, Chris donned a low-cut, low-waisted white bell-shaped dress and a large hat to cover his golden hair.

He stared at his reflection in the mirror for a moment and nodded.

Hmm, it’s done.

“Uncles, I can’t find my family, and I’m so hungry,” said a pitiful golden-haired “girl” in front of the Fein City Patrol Bureau in the afternoon.

She had sand-gold hair, lovely eyes, an expression of delicate vulnerability, exquisite features, and the elegant attire that clearly belonged to a noble family.