Chapter 54 Let Him Be Our Eyes
I'm Really Not The Demon God's Lackey
The âbountyâ set by the Truth Union was something known by everyone.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
It had been two whole years yet nobody had really taken on this bounty.
Firstly, it was the duty of Secret Rite Towerâs knights to root out evil and keep the peace. Also, most people didnât have a need for such superfluous justice.
Secondly, even if the black magician Wilde had been grievously hurt, he was still a Destructive-rank after all.
A crippled Destructive-rank was still a force to reckon with.
Even a half-dead Destructive-rank could still slay Pandemonium-ranks with just a twitch of the lips as long as he could still harness the aether.
Nobody beneath Destructive-rank strength would dare take on this bullet.
And would any Destructive-ranks be in need of money?
They were all great beings, and would any need to do the job personally should they want to kill someone?
Thirdly, a failure would harm their own reputation, so the gains wouldnât make up for the losses.
On top of that, even Joseph, Wildeâs greatest foe hadnât even taken up this bounty, so why should most people join in the excitement?
To top it off, Wildeâs whereabouts were still unknown till now. There was no way of verifying whether he was still alive without any accurate information.
Previously, there had been some rumors that Wilde was within Norzin, but there hadnât been any follow-up since.
Accepting this job meant spending a great deal of effort to first find the missing Wilde which was a tough task itself.
With these lines of reasoning, Wildeâs bounty being taken on for the first time in two years wasnât out of the ordinary.
Walter Leonard, the Truth Unionâs Head of Alchemy rebutted disgruntledly when he heard what was said. âIf mine is a messy research project, then your mechanics department is just absolutely useless. All you do is research stuff like âfully-automated hair washersâ or a âdual-purpose muffler gloveâ. In my opinion, the vice-chairman should cut your expenses.â
Following that, he asked with a weird look on his face, âWas there really someone who took on Wildeâs bounty? I wonder which great Destructive-rank is bored or has too much time on his hands.â
Leonard then noticed something on the chessboard and said triumphantly, âMy dear Feige, I suspect that you used this to divert my attention so that you could cheat your way to victory.â
Head of Mechanics Department, Rowell Feige slapped the table and exclaimed in a high-pitched voice. âHey, do I look like such a person?â
âYou donât look like one.â Leonard shook his head. He then shifted one of his chess pieces and said confidently, âYou are one!â
Feige sighed, âEven though you have accused me wrongly, I still treat you as my best friend.â
Leonard sneered, âAnyone can be a friend of the cunning, merciless, and greedy Feige when money is involved.â
Feige shook his head. âYou have grossly misjudged me. However, I have to say this, all of my research is useful. The âClay Idolâ plan is reaching its final stages. We are able to proceed with the final step once we obtain the philosopherâs stone.
âAnd itâs all thanks to Lady Dorisâ help. The philosopherâs stone from the Coffin of Eternal Rest is much better than the ones you alchemy masters produce.â
Leonard shot the other old man a mystified look. Tugging his ear, he said mockingly, âIâve heard the phrase âProceed with the final stepâ many times but after each time, a certain someone would clutch a failure report and continue requesting funding for experiments. Sometimes, I really wonder whether it is all a big fraud to get more funds.â
âItâs because you people provide us with inadequate philosopherâs stones!â
âDonât try giving excuses. Clearly, your departmentâs skills are lacking!â
The two old men glared at each other for a moment, then humphed at the same time and returned their eyes back to the chessboard.
After a while, Leonard couldnât help speaking up. âYou havenât told me who exactly took on the bounty?â
Even though he could just use the Truth Unionâs internal network to do a search, he would feel that using such âexternal helpâ was a little shameful.
âHa,â Feige let out a strange laugh, pleased that the Head of Alchemy Department had been the first to speak. âI just knew that you wouldnât be able to guess it. The one who took on the bounty this time isnât any Destructive-rank but a Pandemonium-rank hunter instead.â
âA hunter? Pandemonium-rank?â Leonard raised an eyebrow. âAre you kidding me?â
His line of thoughts immediately changed.
No, if the Truth Union could permit this person to take on the bounty, it meant that he or she would indeed have at least a 50% probability of completing the mission.
But if this hunter was only a Pandemonium-rank, then the answer was clearâ
âDestructive-rank advancement accreditation?â
Someone wanting to advance in rank on the Truth Unionâs yearly list required proving oneself with deeds.
For example, someone defeating a Destructive-rank in a battle would be evaluated as a new Destructive-rank.
Those that didnât fight all the time could also go through a standard aether test, just that they would have a âstandardized testâ indication behind their names. Somehow, it would make them seem a step lower than others, so most people would usually gain their accreditations through battle deeds.
âThatâs right,â said Feige with a nod. âPandemonium-rank hunter, âPale Nightwatcherâ Burton Ackerman has suggested taking Wildeâs bounty to prove himself.
âDuring the standardization test, he was able to display Destructive-rank strength after injecting himself with sordid blood. Thus, we approved his application.â
Leonard nodded his head. âI see, but can he really find...â
âWhat are you two talking about?â Andrew suddenly walked in and interrupted the conversation between these two. He sat down on the couch beside them and tossed his communications device away.
The Truth Union vice-chairman sighed, âI never imagined this...â
âVice-chair, whatâs wrong?â Leonard asked.
Andrew had a complicated look in his eyes as he lamented, â300 years have passed. Iâve aged considerably yet sheâs still exactly the same and even her manner of speech hasnât changed one bit. It makes me feel as if Iâm in a dream.â
Leonard thought to himself that this was probably melancholy from seeing an old crush once again.
Elves like Doris are beings with longevity after all. Whatâs there to lament about?
However, it would be better if he didnât say it aloud for the sake of his funding.
Feige asked, âVice-chair, what exactly is going on with that bookstore? Has the Iris Clan really proclaimed him as their lord?â
âNot him, but the entity behind him. Secret Rite Tower has already sent over their case file. Check it out yourselves.â
Andrewâs brows creased as he said this with a veiled loathing in his eyes. âI also never imagined that there would be an unnoticed Supreme-rank in Norzin. But the file was personally written by Joseph and we have to treat it with importance... Since his stance is friendly, we can choose to feel him out slowly. However, such an entity being in Norzin would ultimately be troublesome.â
âSo, you are saying?â asked Leonard.
âWe wait and see.â Andrew stood up and said calmly, âWilde and this bookstore owner have some connection. Guide Ackerman over and let him be our eyes.â