Chapter 463 - Supreme Cult
“You didn’t forget I have this, right?” Angor showed Shadow his bracelet.
“Oh, that trick of yours… I think it’s the same as some of the wizard-level invisibility spells. Hah, even that old hag can’t find you normally. There’s no way those apprentices gonna track you down.” Shadow snickered. “I see I don’t have to warn you after all. You can just like, keep hiding until the fight ends.”
When talking about Isabella, Angor quickly thought about Greya. Now that almost everyone knew about Isabelle’s return, Greya probably had gone hiding somewhere else so as not to get dragged into the coming storm.
When Angor asked about it, Shadow gave him an uncertain look. “Usually, such a big deal should attract all sorts of attention to Dark Castle. But somehow, they kept their information tight. I’ve asked around and nobody can tell what exactly’s going on in that place. Mister Sabot doesn’t know anything either. It’s as if… both Lady Isabelle and the old hag suddenly disappeared from this world.
“But I can tell you that Lady Greya already left the castle. I think Miss Felicia went back to Butterfly Tavern, and just not long ago, the tavern building arrived at Floating Mech City.”
This meant Felicia made sure Greya was somewhere safe. Angor was glad to know it.
Next, Shadow spent some time explaining what he learned about the strengths and specialties of the participants.
So those are influential people who aren’t afraid of offending the rules? Angor pondered and looked back again. Then he fixed his gaze upon the black-haired young man.
Something told him that he should be wary of the cold and dark aura.
The bulky man’s large-scale attack successfully affected his enemy. Some of the flying debris connected with the young man’s body. There was a small trace of blood coming from his mouth, and his eyes went bloodshot.
An even more ghastly aura began to emerge from him.
“Leave us alone, a-hole! Stand in our way again, and I’ll let Gank kill you!” the little girl threatened when she saw the young man bleeding.
“He, must, die,” the young man replied in a deep and distant voice as if he spoke from another realm.
“Are you deaf? I told you Gank already got registered. He’s a legit traveler! You Supreme Cult b*stards set up this rule, and now you’re gonna break it yourself?” the girl screamed in rage.
“I obey my own rules.” The young man was still enlarging his might. Then he pointed his sword at the little girl. “I’ll kill you too if you dare to stop me.”
Angor was surprised by what he heard.
Supreme Cult?
Sunders mentioned this name several times, and each time, the gentleman only used words such as “lunatics”, “fanatics”, and “recycle” to describe them.
Wizards used to call people from Supreme Cult as “Mayhem Doers”. These people were constantly hunting illegal otherworld travelers and “recycling” them.