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Newton, along with Ginger and Wood, entered the enormous structure that resembled an ancient castle.
"Did the other two from the Guild not come? Underworld Gate and Demon Heart?"
"No, we have arrived. You must be Mr. Ugly. It is truly an honor to meet you."
A gentlemanly figure approached, dressed in a striped suit, yet wearing round sunglasses that seemed quite mismatched.
"I am Diroth, the representative of Demon Heart in the outside world," Diroth said gracefully.
"Hello, Mr. Diroth," Ginger replied politely. However, Diroth dared not look directly at this seemingly courteous individual, knowing that the recent attack had been utterly ruthless.
"Hello, Puppeteer?"
"Yes, that’s what you can call me," Ginger nodded.
"I have nothing else to do here; I’ll go take a stroll."
This was directed at Newton. Since it seemed there wouldn’t be any conflict for now, he decided to gather information around the area. If anything were to happen, he could quickly lead Newton to safety.
"Alright, Wood, you should take your people to rest as well."
Although Wood was currently acting as Newton's spokesperson, Newton preferred to handle matters himself. After all, he wasn’t truly part of the Dark Guild. Generally, things were fine, but for any significant issues, he needed to step in personally.
Wood nodded and led his team away.
Diroth watched this scene with a smile.
"Honestly, I thought you would have Mochu Noodles as your spokesperson."
"How could that be?"
Chou shook his head.
"As Chou, I should be the one in the spotlight."
Diroth immediately thought of this; it seemed that Chou really had someone like a leader behind him. Every time he appeared, he was accompanied by someone, likely a bodyguard, and each time it was different. He couldn't help but wonder just how many skilled individuals were hidden within this so-called Circus.
"Then please, Mr. Chou. I've prepared some tea and snacks in the reception room. Let's go there and chat slowly."
Diroth led Newton into a bright hall decorated with flowers, where large floor-to-ceiling windows revealed a lush green jungle that looked like a fairyland.
"Hmm?"
However, Newton didn't seem to appreciate the beautiful scenery much. Although there were a few servants inside, there were only two seats available.
"It seems something is happening at the Underworld Gate."
Diroth frowned slightly.
"Yes, it seems they have found Jelf and know what those guys are planning."
"Aren't you Demon Heart planning anything?"
Chou curiously lifted his mask slightly and took a sip from his teacup.
"Aren't you Circus also not planning anything?"
Diroth shook his head.
"We're a bit special..."
What exactly was special, Diroth couldn't say; it seemed to involve the other party's Guild secrets. Newton didn't plan to pry further, as that would only lead to trouble.
"I see. Our leader just doesn't believe in these things, or perhaps has some hidden agenda?"
Ugly shrugged, looking rather helpless.
"You know how it is being a subordinate; as long as I do what my boss asks, I'm fine. Besides, I'm not really fond of underground activities. If the guild plans to blow up the capital, I might find that quite interesting."
Blow up the capital.
Diroth's hand trembled slightly. He had heard that Ugly was a madman, but he never expected him to be this insane. Blowing up the capital would truly stir up a hornet's nest.
"Please don't! We still have some businesses in the capital. If Lord Ugly is really considering that, please remind me."
Diroth said with a bitter smile.
"Hey, who doesn't have a couple of legitimate businesses? I'm just saying."
Ugly waved his hand dismissively, indicating he wouldn't actually do such a thing. However, Diroth took those words to heart; if it were true, who could handle it?
"So what's next for Circus?"
Diroth asked tentatively.
"Nothing much. I was just sent over to take a look because it seems someone is trying to steal our hard work, so the leader wanted me to check it out."
Ugly boredly nibbled on some snacks, shaping one into a rabbit and placing it on the table. Then he picked up another and shaped it into a tiger. After finishing it, he didn't set it down but instead bit off the tiger's head, his actions resembling someone tearing off a head. Diroth couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine.
"Are you scared?"
Diroth's hand suddenly froze.
"There's really no need to be afraid. My appearance isn't that terrifying."
Chou abruptly removed his mask, revealing a pale face, dark circles around his eyes, a gaping, blood-red mouth, and hair that was green and wild like weeds. The impact on Diroth was unparalleled.
"You see, I actually quite like this look of mine. After all, being ugly brings joy to others, right? If I don't smile myself, how can I expect others to? Look, this way I can smile anytime, anywhere."
Chou then put on a woefully exaggerated grin.
"You truly are a character."
"Not at all."
Chou shyly waved a hand, nearly making Diroth gag.
"Mr. Diroth, do you find this world boring?"
"Hmm?"
Diroth was taken aback, unsure of what Chou wanted.
"Look at this world. Ordinary people work diligently while Mages attack us with beasts year after year, day after day, following the same routines. Everyone's life is monotonous. Don't you find it boring, Lord Diroth? Just look at how beautiful this world is; every leaf is different. Why must we all be the same? It's like one person who has split into many and wears different masks. But when you take off the mask, you realize everyone is the same—there's no fun in that. What good is such a world?"
Though Chou appeared quite displeased, the torn mouth made him seem as if he were still smiling.
"It's not just ordinary people and Mages; even we Dark Mages are the same. Robbing, killing, setting fires—reviving Jelf—it's all so dull. Jelf has been gone for over four hundred years; we're not historians. The future is what we should be pursuing."
"But what does any of this mean to me?"
Diroth didn't understand what Chou was trying to convey.
"You see, Demon Heart is not just a name; you are Demon Heart. I represent Circus, and as for Underworld Gate, they have already lost their minds. In fact, the two of us represent Dark Guild. Don't you understand what this means?"
The excitement was palpable.
"As long as we want, we can reshape the world according to our vision. This world will become what we desire. Aren't you thrilled?"
"I don't have the courage to betray. You don't understand the terror of those behind you."
Diroth shook his head and then set down his teacup.
"Sorry, I have other matters to attend to. I must leave."
With that, Diroth took his people and left, while Jiang appeared in the room.
"Did you place the tracker?"
"Yes, it won't be discovered."
"Good. After hearing all this, he should contact his people immediately. Let's see what this Demon Heart really is."
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