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A bodyguard approached, clearly having caught up with Prince Jayce, and whispered a few words in his ear. Jayce nodded, "The Ye Family has come to pick me up; he is Ding Ze's childhood friend and older brother."
Beiyue had been deep in thought and then spoke up, "Cui Ming, I think it’s not good for us to interfere in Ding Ze's matters. He should make his own decisions regarding these things. What we need to do is inform him of what we know as much as possible."
Cui Ming nodded, "That’s best." He had no objections.
After dinner, everyone returned to their rooms to rest, each having their own space due to the prince's status.
In the quiet of the night, Cui Ming was enjoying a deep sleep when he suddenly felt something unusual on his face—a soft, boneless finger sliding down from his forehead, gliding over his nose and stopping at his neck. Cui Ming's mind raced at lightning speed, and he blurted out, "Not going to kill me?"
"No one paid for it; why would I kill you?" The visitor was Eva, dressed in black. She stood up and took two steps back, asking, "Do you dare to go somewhere with me?"
"I don't dare," Cui Ming replied, rubbing his eyes.
"If I wanted to kill you, you would already be dead."
"I thought you guys would pursue me relentlessly and then launch a night attack, but considering your injuries, I thought the chances were low." Cui Ming forced a smile. "I didn't expect you still came."
"It’s not 'we'; it’s just me." Eva walked to the window and turned back. "I’ll be waiting for you at the small bridge in the east of the city. If you're worried, bring someone along." With that, she pointed at her lower lip and then at Cui Ming before flipping away from the room.
...
This was a small town with a population of around one hundred thousand. On one side was Shuidong and on the other Shuinan, connected by many bridges. On the outskirts of the town stood a small bridge—twelve meters long and one meter wide—a pedestrian bridge that had been there for years. The stone piers supported it over the riverbank below. Eva leaned against one of the piers with her arms crossed over her chest and her legs crossed as she quietly waited. After a long while, she said, "You still came; you're later than I expected."
"I have to use the bathroom, whether I've slept for half an hour or ten hours," Cui Ming jumped down. "I find it strange that you threatened to kill me, yet here I am, foolishly coming to this remote place in the middle of the night. What do you want from me?"
Eva replied, "I know where the Crow is."
"Oh?" Cui Ming retorted, "What does the Crow have to do with me?"
"I know more than you think. You are Strategy, searching for the whereabouts of the Crow. I don't see why you should care, but fine... I can tell you. Behind Zhenhai Temple, we did some investigation on you, Beiyue, Ding Ze, and Li Qing. Li Qing wrote many letters to friends at Alliance Academy; we took a quick look and found out he was inquiring about the Crow. Why is he looking for the Crow? I believe it has to do with you. Based on our encounters, you should be Strategy. There are too many mediocre people in Strategy; most have switched to other paths that suit them better. The Crow is the only known master of Strategy within the Alliance."
Cui Ming nodded. "I want to hear your Key Point."
"It's simple: betray someone to obtain information about the Crow," Eva said.
"Haha." Cui Ming laughed. "That's just too unfair."
Eva took out a palm-sized stone. "Medium-Grade Force Ore. Although no Artisan can craft a Poker from it, and its size is small, it's still a priceless treasure. If you meet a suitable Artisan master, they can tailor-make the best treasure for you. In Li Qing's letters, there was a friend who is an Artisan. I think he could ask for you; it shouldn't be a problem for him."
Cui Ming stared into Eva's eyes for a long time and said, "The person you want to kill isn't Jayce; it's Mi Xiaonan, right?"
"..." Eva didn't answer but was quite curious. "Why do you think it's not Jayce?"
"Because it's too coincidental. We hitched a ride, and he encountered an assassination attempt. It's not impossible, but statistically speaking, targeting one of us three seems more appropriate," Cui Ming shook his head. "However, I still don't understand why it's just the two of you."
Eva turned and walked toward the riverbank, looking at the flowing water as she spoke. "We caught up with you in Purple Moon City and planned to act at Gorge, but unexpectedly ran into Cheng Yaojin. I wonder how you know him? That guy in tattered clothes wielding a Katana deliberately created distance and got between us. After you separated in West Lake City, our scouts continued to pursue you, but that bastard ambushed our scouts."
When Regis and Eva arrived, their companion's head had already been severed from his body. The Wind was calmly wiping the Katana, looking at them with a detached expression. "Wraith is dead. I had some unfinished business with him. I shouldn't have killed anyone, but once the blade was drawn, I couldn't control myself."
"Who are you?" Regis asked.
"The Wind," the Wind replied, raising the Katana. "It was the Wind that told me someone was chasing me. Now that I look closer, it seems they weren't after me at all. However, since I've killed him, I admit it. Even if you two are bad people, you should have some principles. How could you associate with Wraith?"
"That's none of your business," Regis said. "His life or death has nothing to do with us; which path you take is what concerns us."
The Wind pondered for a moment and laughed. "You two plan to chase after those three? It's hard to say who will win or lose; go ahead."
...
Eva said, "It was our employer who sent Wraith to accompany us, and he ended up being killed by the Wind."
Wraith was a practitioner who had died and was resurrected by several Magic Users from Silent City using dark arts. It was rumored that anywhere there were shadows would become his perfect hiding spot. He could follow a practitioner for ten miles without being detected. Wraith was an ultra-material existence, a test subject for separating and combining soul and body in the hands of wizards. Although the reborn Wraith was half-human and half-corpse, his hidden power was incredibly strong; he could reach a state of annihilation in the shadows without being affected by its side effects.
Each time he acted, he would lose energy, which the wizards could replenish, making him a Henchman for them. Silent City was the most chaotic and immoral gathering place for wizards, also home to many evil Blood Mages. Blood Mages were even more sinister than dark sorcerers; they were often in a half-mad state due to backlash from their own magic. The one who resurrected Wraith must have been insane.
The Blood Mage who created Wraith ultimately fell victim to him, but the thrill brought by bloodshed did not fade away for Wraith. After escaping from the Alliance's pursuit, he sought ways to break his curse while killing ordinary people to satisfy his uncontrollable cravings. This led to tragic massacres in villages. The Alliance Hunters were dispatched to hunt down Wraith, but he vanished without a trace.
This happened seven years ago, and during these seven years, there had been no news of Wraith. Many believed he had died. However, not only was he alive, but he had also reappeared on this planet. It was unexpected that someone who had struggled so hard to survive could die so easily now. As for the unfinished business mentioned by the Wind, it wasn't personal; Wraith was the Alliance's most wanted criminal, and every practitioner had an obligation to eliminate him.
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