The Survival Rules of NPCs

Chapter 39: A Woman's Madness!

"Not a trace at all?"

When Orland arrived, he was furious. In just one day, their Heart of the Forest had lost two extraordinary priests!

Outside the manor, a group of samurai playing cards were slaughtered by Orland, who had barged in, before they even knew what was happening. He hadn't originally planned to cause such a commotion, since the deaths of over a hundred samurai would surely cause panic, and the fighting among so many samurai would definitely attract the attention of outsiders.

But he didn't want to worry about that now. Damn it, that crazy woman had been killed.

I told her before to be careful, but before the operation even started, she couldn't wait to kill Allen. Now, she's been killed by someone else. It doesn't matter if she dies, but the person inside her is the most experienced spirit priest in the sect. I disagreed with letting this madwoman serve as the priest's temporary vessel in the first place, but the priest insisted on going against everyone's opinion and seemed to have great faith in this young madwoman!

"grown ups......"

Seeing Orant's armor stained with blood, the red-robed youth lowered his head, not daring to meet his gaze. After all, one of the only two priests had been killed while he was with him!

"I've checked, and there's indeed not a trace..." The aged voice came, calming Orlando, who was burning with anger, down slightly. He said respectfully, "Lord Chris."

The aged man slowly turned his head. His face was like the bark of an old tree, and he was so thin that it seemed as if he had no flesh or blood left. He was just a skin bag on a skeleton, which made people feel extremely disgusted.

"It's a very interesting scene. Not only have Gina and Priest Levin disappeared without a trace, but I can't even sense Allen's spirit anymore. Given Gina's personality, she would definitely have imprisoned her dear grandfather in the Heart of Thorns and tormented him repeatedly. But now, she's gone, and the Heart of Thorns has been tampered with."

"It's been touched?" The man in red was taken aback. "Sir, what does this mean?"

"Someone has stripped the Heart of Thorns and Allen away."

"How is this possible?" Orland was also shocked. In the information they had so far, there was only one profession that could separate the shadow thorns from the spirit body: the Shadow Healer!

That is an extremely rare extraordinary profession. There are only a few in the entire Rhine Empire. It is said that there is only one such person in Milandir, and the Duke spent a great deal of money to train him from the Kingdom of Charles. Could it be that the Duke has already noticed this place?

"You don't need to be so afraid." The old man chuckled, seemingly seeing through the other's thoughts. His voice was hoarse as he said, "If that duke knew of this place, would he need to resort to such roundabout methods? You don't actually think our current strength is enough to contend with a duke, do you?"

Orland breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this; he wasn't that arrogant.

"It seems we're not the only ones who have discovered the secret of the forest!" The old man laughed like a monstrous demon. "They've kept it well hidden. I always thought Allen wasn't secretly training any superhumans, but it seems we were all wrong. Perhaps both Allen and Michelle knew the secret of the Shadow Forest all along, and were just keeping it from us."

"How is that possible?" Upon hearing this, Orland's face turned extremely ugly. He had always thought that they were the ones who controlled the secret of the Heart of the Forest, and that Allen and that Michelle were just clowns who knew nothing. He never expected that it was the other way around.

"Nothing is impossible..." Chris sneered. "I've always wondered how Michel, a businessman, could become a guest of honor of the Duke with just a black tin mine. Now it seems they've been hiding this secret for a long time."

"Damn it!" Orland gritted his teeth. "If that's the case, what if Michelle...?"

"Don't worry about him." Chris waved his hand. "Alan's tragic death has already proven their weakness. In order to avoid attracting our attention, they dare not make a big fuss, and they don't even dare to easily cultivate powerful superhumans. Otherwise, with Michel's current wealth, he could have already cultivated a group of powerful superhumans to suppress us. Why didn't he do that?"

"Because he is a businessman, power is something that, if not in one's own hands, is nothing but fleeting clouds that can be blown away by the wind at any moment. Michel's greatest weakness is that he is blinded by greed and does not realize that wealth is worthless in the face of strong power, and that the essence of strong power is violence!"

"Of course... this is related to his family background as a merchant, and his humble origins destined him to be short-sighted."

Orland nodded in agreement, but still hesitated, saying, "But... what if he gets angry and uses his wealth to hire a group of extraordinary individuals..."

"This is the only hidden danger right now, so we need more time. But I believe that once the Great Mother Goddess takes control of this city, the superhumans hired by Michel will be like ants under a giant's feet!"

"So what do we do now?"

"First, find that lurking spirit healer to prevent him from using special methods to send messages to Michelle. Have you interrogated him? Did the guards reveal who visited today?"

"No..." Orland shook his head. "The gatekeeper said that the guard who was in charge of the reception gate this morning has disappeared. That person is clever, or perhaps he has already been silenced. Should we conduct a city-wide search?"

"Don't make too much noise. Most of Saning's warriors have already returned to the city. Too much commotion will make them actively seek out Saning. It's best not to start a major conflict before the Thanksgiving prayer begins. Guard Saning's villa, control the noble district, and don't let those warriors get close easily. The most important thing now is to ensure the success of the prayer ceremony!"

"I understand, Lord Chris. Shall I take you back?"

"Just in case, wake your sleeping father before tomorrow's prayers begin."

"I see......."

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"Isn't this... Elsie's house?"

Several samurai looked on curiously. They were the same ones who had played cards with Jack that morning. After witnessing Lord Allen's miserable state, they followed Bright without hesitation and fled to Rose Avenue.

They never expected that the mysterious guy would lead them to hide in Elsie's house.

As the only female knight, Elsie was not arrogant. On the contrary, she was able to get along well with these lower-ranking knights. Even though they were Lord Allen's personal knights, they had a good relationship with Knight Elsie and naturally knew her address.

"Mr. Bright? Mrs. Eliza? What brings you here?"

In the villa's basement, the old butler cautiously peeked out, and only after confirming it was Brett did he allow the two children to come out as well.

They were the two children of the Knight Elsie.

Bright had initially moved the two children and the old butler ahead of time, but after some consideration, he decided not to settle them in the city lord's mansion. Instead, he secretly sent the three of them back to the villa under the cover of night. This unexpected move allowed the two children and the old butler to escape unnoticed and fortunately escape a disaster.

According to Lady Eliza, there was probably no survivors in the city lord's mansion.

"Something's happened. Tell the children to be quiet." Bright helped Eliza sit up. Eliza's belly had grown quite a bit and was constantly moving. If it wasn't dealt with soon, the thing inside might even crawl out of her belly on its own!

Fortunately, Eliza's pregnancy meant that when Dr. Jack escorted her back, she only needed a cloak and a veil, so no one suspected anything.

After all, doctors performing childbirth surgeries are inherently reluctant to reveal their identities to clients, and the people on Rose Avenue are all well-mannered and wouldn't pry into whose woman comes to Rose Avenue to give birth.

"Jack, prepare for surgery!" Bright said, glancing at Jack's medical kit.

"Okay..." Jack wasn't too nervous this time. He had already accompanied Mr. Bright to perform many such surgeries at the city lord's mansion. Although this time the patient was the beautiful Lady Eliza and her belly was already so big, he was still very confident. After all, Mr. Bright was there, wasn't he?

Someone who can handle a woman as terrifying as Miss Gina, wouldn't an abortion be a piece of cake for him?

"You want to deliver this baby?" Eliza asked, suppressing her pain.

Bright's noodles twitched, and he was speechless. "Catch you my foot! Look at the state of your belly. Do you think I'd dare to catch this thing and you'd dare to give birth to it?"

"We'll help you get rid of this child!"

"No!" Eliza, who had been extremely weak, suddenly became agitated, frantically clutching her stomach. "We can't kill him!"

"What did you say?" Both Bright and Jack were taken aback.

"This child... cannot be aborted!" Eliza said through gritted teeth.

"Do you know what you're saying? Do you know what this thing is?" Bright felt that some women's minds were truly incomprehensible.

"He is my support," Eliza whispered, clutching her stomach.

"Rely on?" Bright instantly understood what the other person meant.

Martin is dead. Legally speaking, the title of the Luther family will no longer be hers. The title will either be inherited by the second son of the Wood family who has been living abroad, or by a descendant or even a collateral branch of the Luther family. In any case, an outsider woman will not inherit the title.

Unless she can give birth to a child with the Luther family bloodline.

"Are you crazy?" After realizing what the other person was thinking, Bright couldn't help but marvel at the other person's madness, and said solemnly, "This thing is not something to rely on."

"Then what do I rely on? You? Mr. Bright? If I no longer hold the title of Lady of the City, will I still be of value to you? Or is my reliance that assassin boy who got me pregnant?"

"Uh..." Bright swallowed hard, speechless for a moment. It seemed that, from both a moral and political standpoint, he, the real culprit, had no right to speak...

"You should know, Mr. Bright, that your plan has failed. There's no one in this city with enough standing to raise objections on your behalf. But if this child were here, my status as the city lord's wife would be legitimate, and I... could help you complete your plan!"

Bright: "........."