Chapter 361 - The Crazy Fourth Prince (1/2)

Riding the Skygliding Dragon, Jiang Fei and Isabella flew high in the sky toward Twilight City. This time, it was not to attack, but only to watch an Overlord tier boss fight. To avoid being detected by anyone, Jiang Fei flew so high that it was impossible for anyone from Twilight City to spot him. On the other hand, he was unable to see them properly as well.

When Jiang Fei reached the ball, the Fourth Prince had not arrived yet. As such, Jiang Fei dared not descend closer. The assassin might be ready in there. If he tried to approach the ball, it might be him who get himself killed.

Even so, without getting close enough, there was no telling what was happening. At that moment, Isabella used some sort of magic to open up a rift that displayed the image of what was going on below. This magic was not originally learned by Isabella. She was only able to do it after she had fused with the essence of the Black Dragon Prince.

When Jiang Fei was waiting for the show, there was already a show happening at some parts of the Twilight City. Count Wilson, the man who hired the thugs to attack the Satyr was furiously yelling at the top of his lung.

"Bastards! Fool! Idiots! There are so many of you yet you could not even kill a single man?!" cried Count Wilson. It was a failed attempt to kill the escaped prisoner and if the Luminous Church found out, Count Wilson would not be walking away without any repercussion.

"My lord, there's someone there! It's the Draconians. They suddenly interfered!" said the thugs. He had purposely hid the fact that he was the one who had moved against Jiang Fei first.

"Bullshit! Why would the Draconian interfere with matters of Light and Dark? They have been maintaining a neutral position for thousands of years! It is obvious that you were the one who forced their hands!" said Count Wilson as he immediately knew what had happened. There were thousands of hidden spies under his employment. It was only natural that he had knowledge about almost everything.

"My lord, have mercy please…" said the thug as he knelt down and cried.

"Useless waste of human feces! If killing you would pardon me of your fault, I would have skinned you alive!" Count Wilson barked angrily. It was not the time to enact punishment but figure out ways to solve the problem.

"Thank you! Thank you very much!" the thug cried as he knew that he was spared.

"Those two Draconian would never house that spy for long. They had only beaten you to teach you a lesson. Go to the guards and have them lock the city down. After that, I want you to take as many men as you can and search for that spy! I will go to the Grand Church!"

"Yes, my lord! I will go now!"

The thug who had just received a scolding from the Count Wilson hurriedly ran toward the guards and left the city with a bunch of thugs. Count Wilson, on the other hand, went toward a large church. That seemed to be the Grand Church that he was talking about. Even though the chances of the spy reporting back to his people were low, he had to inform his superiors in the Luminous Church. If things had really gone out of hand, he might be the sole reason of the trouble that came after.

…

Jiang Fei had a good laugh about the thug and quickly moved the rift back to the ball. In less than two seconds, he saw the silhouette of a man appearing a few thousand meters below where they were hovering. It seemed that the Fourth Prince had only just arrived.

When Jiang Fei saw the Fourth Prince, he could not help but draw a deep breath.

Even though he was still in his human form, his face had several indents and protrusions. His forehead was protruding outward. The eye brows caved in. His nose was flat with large nostrils. He had somewhat larger lower lips and a protruding lower jaw. To be fair, he did look like an Oxford shoe.

Jiang Fei looked closer at the face and noticed that the Fourth Prince had a rather dark yellowish skin tone that. On the right side of his face, where the right eyebrow was, was a large mole growing. Inside the large mole was a smaller mole. Inside the smaller mole was a tiny little mole. Inside the tiny little mole was a single strand of hair growing. Even when the Fourth Prince had wild eyebrows, it did not manage to mask the thickness of the hair that was growing out of the teensy teeny mole.

He turned and observed the beautiful flower, Isabella, and turned back to the Fourth Prince. No matter how hard Jiang Fei tried, he could not find any resemblance between Isabella and that horrendous looking… prince.

'What the hell is that hideous looking man… Could it be that Isabella's mother who an itch that another man had scratched?' Jiang Fei wondered to himself.

"Ohhh my beauty, where art thou?" asked the Fourth Prince with a voice that made Jiang Fei's skin crawl. Either way, he had to give it to Isabella for being able to transmit audio with images.

'Oh my god. This bugger really believes that anyone would be willing to dance with him. Either this guy is an ultra-Casanova or he just has an itchy crotch!' Jiang Fei thought to himself again.

"Oh my prince! I'm right here waiting for you!" said a rather attractive human girl.