Mechanical Alchemist

Chapter 212: Return to the city

"Sir, you..."

Sabina listened to Su'en's words, her face filled with disbelief.

The information she heard was so outlandish that she didn't even know how to begin to respond.

Although she didn't know just how strong the "forensic" Severus Gerald was, the information she had gathered indicated that his abilities were very peculiar, and he was definitely one of the top powerhouses in Old London, with strength far surpassing that of an ordinary third-tier powerhouse.

But now, he was killed?

Who could have killed him?

Could it be that someone from the Mirror organization helped?

For a moment, her mind was flooded with countless doubts.

Although Su'en did not explain the details, he had made a pact with Sabina when they signed the master-servant contract, so he said, "Gerald indeed died by my hand."

Although Sabina would not question her "master," hearing this made her heart tremble...

He... he killed him with his own hands?

Just how strong must her master be?

Thinking back to the insights she had during her secret cultivation, she suddenly understood something else.

Her master was far more mysterious and stronger than she had realized.

He was not at the level of an ordinary second-tier professional!

The shock in her eyes flashed by, and Sabina's expression returned to normal.

She clearly knew her place and wouldn't ask questions that she shouldn't.

From the moment the master-servant contract was signed, she knew that her future was bound to be tied to this "Great Demon King."

The stronger the master, the more promising her future.

As thoughts raced through her mind, Sabina suddenly felt a sense of relief and murmured to herself, "He's been killed..."

The heavy grudges of the past, gone like smoke in the wind.

Suddenly, she felt as if there was only this master in front of her in the world.

***

The tent glowed with a faint light.

Sabina's graceful figure was fully exposed to the air, her skin so pale and smooth that it shone like jade under the dim light, a vision of lustrous beauty.

The two were chatting while their actions continued unabated.

The flickering light cast dancing shadows of Sabina's figure on the tent.

But because the topic of conversation was somewhat serious, the rhythm of Sabina's waist movement also became gentle and soothing, her fiery red wavy hair glistening, some strands covering her chest, others draped over her fragrant shoulders...

Su'en could clearly feel her body temperature rising.

In the small single-person tent, one could clearly hear the faint sound of breathing.

This charming mafia lady always displayed the perfect amount of allure, no matter the atmosphere.

Su'en also enjoyed this comfortable and relaxing time, as this succubus maid always brought him the ultimate pleasure.

He continued, "With Gerald dead and Theresa's forces wiped out, there might be a big move from the Black Tower. Be careful on your own."

Without saying much more, Sabina, the senior intelligence chief, naturally knew how to keep herself safe.

With such a big incident this time, and the daughter of a duke dying here, it was no surprise that Old London would face a major purge.

But it wasn't a big problem.

Because he guessed that Mr. Mirror and his people already had a plan to "storm the tower."

With so many shocking pieces of news, Sabina calmed down completely.

She responded with a "Hmm~"

It sounded like an acknowledgment, but the coquettish tone was more like praise for a pleasurable experience.

She knew some of the intelligence from the ducal mansion.

But since her authority was mostly in the outer city, she couldn't access the detailed intelligence. She guessed that only a few top officials in the Umbrella organization, led by Gerald, knew the specific details of Princess Theresa's underground hunting expedition.

Although she believed that no one in Old London should have been able to kill Princess Theresa and her party.

But if the master said they were killed, then they were definitely killed.

She didn't ask further.

Now that the people were dead, what she wanted to consider was making some arrangements in advance, finding a way to avoid being implicated.

At that moment, Su'en thought of something and said, "There's one more thing... I want to ask you about your plans for the future."

Although his tone was still indifferent, Sabina could hear the seriousness in his words and blinked at him.

Su'en didn't beat around the bush and said, "Do you know that there's a vast world above the Black Tower..."

***

Su'en briefly revealed the biggest secret of Old London.

This underground was a place of exile; they were all miners for Duke Raphael.

The outside world was vast, and Su'en was definitely going to take a look.

He felt it necessary to inform Sabina: "So, I want to ask you, what are your thoughts for the future?"

Without any hesitation, Sabina responded, "Sir, I am your servant. Naturally, wherever you go, I will follow."

Actually, as a major in the Umbrella organization, Sabina also knew some fragmented intelligence and had some guesses.

The failed rebellion fifty years ago, and the many subsequent silencing operations, all had confidential files within the Umbrella organization.

She had guessed some of the truth.

But since it was a taboo topic, no one dared to think too deeply about it.

Now that she knew this "fact" from Su'en's mouth, Sabina realized that this underground world was probably going to undergo a huge change.

Her own fate would also take a significant turn.

However, she was even clearer about one thing: there would never be a shortage of women by a strong man's side.

The followers of the capable are also strong.

This was an ancient proverb circulating in Old London.

To be valued, one must have value.

After a pause, Sabina seemed a bit tired and changed her position, lazily pressing her upper body against Su'en's chest.

The gentle touch, the pressure, the distortion.

Her beautiful eyes rippled as she continued, "Sir, I am skilled in intelligence work. I can be your ears and eyes. Just give me a little time, and no matter where, I can build you an intelligence network. The more complex the power structure, the easier it is. If possible, I think the capital of the Luyin Empire that you mentioned would be the most suitable place..."

Listening to her, Su'en's expression became thoughtful.

He had no doubt about Sabina's abilities. Hearing her simple description, it seemed she had already planned her future direction. As always, Su'en didn't need to worry.

Although she was a servant, Sabina's abilities were to his liking, and her execution was strong. Su'en felt she was very handy to use.

But if she were just a maid to warm his bed, she would be dispensable. Su'en wouldn't be able to carry a vase around in the future.

Now that she spoke like this, it was just right.

Although Su'en didn't know what he would encounter in the future.

As a transmigrator, he was very clear about the importance of valuing intelligence.

No matter what he was going to do in the future, intelligence was indispensable.

Su'en nodded, approving of this idea: "Hmm."

Sabina read the "satisfaction" in Su'en's eyes and smiled, "Ah, sir, there seem to be many strong people outside. I also need to work hard in my cultivation..."

Su'en smiled, the talent of a succubus in cultivation... indeed not bad.

***

Sabina was, after all, the big sister of the Steam Party. She could sneak out, but she couldn't stay too long.

After a couple of hours of activity, a cloaked figure quietly slipped out of the single-person tent.

Most people in the camp were exhausted, and snoring sounds were everywhere.

No one paid attention to the figure that disappeared into the darkness.

Sabina's massage skills were impeccable, and Su'en felt refreshed.

He had planned to continue meditating, but without warning, a glowing little head suddenly popped out of the canvas tent.

This scene was truly eerie.

Completely silent, even with Su'en's current perception being so sensitive that he could detect the sound of an insect's wings within a certain range, or feel someone's gaze...

Yet, at such a close distance, he had no perception at all.

"Mr. Su'en, are you done with your business?"

Waiting for that silvery laugh to ring in his ear, Su'en suddenly opened his eyes, instinctively startled.

At a glance, he recognized the quirky little face and realized who it was, and the wariness in his heart dissipated.

"Pestoya, what brings you here?"

Su'en twitched the corner of his eye, feeling slightly awkward. Being in a ghostly state, indeed, made it convenient to go anywhere.

However, if she had come a few minutes earlier, Sabina might not have left yet, and she would have barged in...

Pestoya blinked, and seeing no one else in the tent, she moved her body in as well, saying, "I sensed you were here earlier and wanted to come find you. But Ophelia said you were busy with something and told me to come later..."

Su'en: "..."

Ophelia?

It really was Mr. Mirror...

Hearing this name, he immediately knew who this ghostly miss was referring to.

But at the same time, he felt even more peculiar.

It seemed there was no privacy in front of the big shot who was a suspected seventh-tier professional.

It felt as if the recent tussle with Sabina had been broadcast live for someone to watch.

Pestoya spoke, seemingly feeling that she had waited for a long time, and her tone was slightly grievous as she complained, "Why did your conversation take so long..."

She had come eagerly to talk to him, only to find him busy.

Su'en didn't dare to dwell on this topic.

In terms of seniority, this was either his senior sister or junior sister.

He instead asked, "Pestoya, did you come to see me for something?"

"Oh."

Pestoya seemed to remember something and said, "I came to say thank you~ Thank you for the ring you sent me."

Saying that, she showed off the ring on her hand like a treasured possession.

The tent was narrow, but fortunately, this ghostly girl wasn't tall. She floated in front of Su'en.

She seemed interested in everything in the tent, occasionally touching the tent lamp and looking at the books piled to one side.

Su'en said, "You don't have to thank me. That was something the teacher entrusted me to give you."

As he spoke, he also spread his hand and showed the ring on his hand.

It seemed that Mr. Mirror's plan was very successful, and Pestoya seemed to have fully recovered.

Pestoya touched the ring and said, "Oh~ Did mom take you as a disciple?"

"Yep."

Su'en nodded.

The heart knot resolved, Pestoya seemed very cheerful, always wearing a happy smile on her little face.

She said, batting her crystal-clear large eyes, "Are you my junior brother now?"

Su'en wasn't too serious and smiled, "Hmm... more like a senior brother. After all, the teacher said to take care of you."

Pestoya pulled down her lower eyelids with her index fingers, making a tongue-sticking-out face, and said unwillingly, "No way, you're clearly a thousand years younger than me. You should call me senior sister!"

"Hehe..."

Su'en smiled and shrugged, not minding.

Without a doubt, this ghostly miss's future rank would be frighteningly high.

It was very likely that he would be under her protection, so calling her senior sister was fine, and he wouldn't be at a loss.

The two chatted for a bit more, and then Pestoya suddenly took out a butterfly brooch, "Here~ I'm also giving you something. Don't lose it again this time."

After all, Su'en was the only friend she had made during her thousand years of gloomy imprisonment.

In her heart, he held an extraordinary special place.

"Oh."

Su'en looked at the brooch, feeling somewhat embarrassed.

He was supposed to find it himself, but then Theresa's body self-destructed, and the matter was dropped.

Unexpectedly, it ended up in this girl's hands again.

After appraising it, there was no longer any incomprehensible information; it was just an ordinary brooch.

He accepted it.

Su'en also noticed that Pestoya seemed a bit tired, and after a few words, she seemed to have sleepiness creeping up on her, barely able to keep her eyelids up.

"I've been trying so hard to hold on, I wanted to talk to you, but you've been delayed for so long..."

With a faint complaint, she couldn't hold on any longer and said, "Alright, no more talking, I'm going to sleep. This time I might sleep for a very long time. When I wake up, I'll come find you to play."

"Okay."

Su'en guessed it was probably about digesting what the Fallen Angel had left behind.

Pestoya waved, "See you next time, Mr. Su'en."

"Yep, see you next time."

Su'en said, and habitually stroked the head of the ghostly miss.

Pestoya didn't mind, showing her little tiger teeth and smiling brightly at Su'en.

Then, her figure became completely transparent and disappeared.

Su'en looked at the empty tent, his eyebrows raised.

Thinking that Mr. Mirror was nearby, he contacted him with the communicator and walked out.

After all, he still had the spoils of war from before, as well as many Sun God Stones...

***

Due to the fog tide outbreak in the Dawn City ruins, the monsters in the entire cavern were very active.

The fleeing group, after a brief rest of a few hours, was harassed by monsters again and continued on their way.

In the following days, they encountered some small-scale monster attacks, but there were no major problems.

Su'en followed the group, and life became very regular.

He had obtained a large amount of alchemical materials and the "Puppeteer" profession's books in the Dawn Important Prison's cursed space, and he needed a lot of time to study them.

Now, after developing his brain, he didn't need to suppress negative emotions and could focus all his attention on learning. Su'en finally felt the joy of learning.

There was a sense of achievement, and the brain was willing to accept new knowledge, unlike before when he couldn't understand anything after looking at it for a long time, which was discouraging.

The complexity of high-tier alchemy knowledge increased exponentially, especially after the third tier, with dense data and theoretical knowledge that could be overwhelming.

But Su'en found it fascinating.

With the double learning aura from Sereya's Blessing and Isaac's Alchemy Manuscript, reading was like divine assistance.

He could now maintain a clear mind for a long time and often had moments of "enlightenment," with extremely high learning efficiency.

After harvesting the soul shards of Clark and Oliver, two elite groups, he had a very solid grasp of knowledge below the third tier.

With this foundation, he could quickly get started with fourth-tier knowledge.

He was also learning "Runic Script," planning to make a batch of new puppet dolls...

He also planned to try enchanting the witch's hair with runes, giving the threads the sharpness and toughness of a blade...

The runes on the zombies could also be upgraded, using higher-level runes to make the bodies stronger and more agile...

Every moment was precious. Su'en was voraciously learning, and his knowledge reserves were visibly soaring.

On the other hand.

Sabina's "cultivation" was also diligent.

After setting up camp, a mysterious cloaked person would always sneak into Su'en's tent.

She might be late, but she never missed a session.

It also added some fun to Su'en's somewhat monotonous study life.

Moreover, to everyone's amazement, Sabina, after days of hard work, actually managed to break through the long-standing bottleneck of the third tier!

***

The fleeing group grew larger and larger, expanding from the initial thousands to tens of thousands, stretching for dozens of kilometers.

The Dawn Ruins had been completely destroyed, and the fog-filled underground had become a paradise for monsters. This grand national hunting expedition had come to an end.

No one dared to venture into the depths of the fog-shrouded cavern anymore. The fog might persist for many years.

Many secrets were also buried underground.

One day, the fleeing group finally reached Old London.

On the walls of Old London.

A pale-faced youth, surrounded by a group of burly men in suits, scrutinized the people entering the city.

Beside the youth, a maid carefully drew a few drops of blood from his finger with a fine needle and handed it to the black-faced old man in an expensive robe.

The old man smeared the blood on the crystal ball in front of him and chanted. He was clearly performing a very sophisticated "Bloodline Divination."

The Regalith family had not only sent a team to exorcise for Princess Theresa.

But also these few people.

At this moment, a butler-looking man in a tailcoat hurriedly walked up the city wall and reported to the pale-faced youth, "Master Evan, we just received accurate news. The ruins have been engulfed by the fog tide, and Princess Theresa's team has gone missing. The exorcist master, Master Matik, brought by the family has also lost contact. It seems likely that an accident has occurred. We don't know if it's because of the fog tide or that evil spirit..."

"Forget it, none of that matters anymore."

Hearing this, the pale-faced youth's expression was not good, and he said, "Have you confirmed it? Is Feick really that wanted criminal Su'en?"

The butler continued, "It's confirmed! Both the inner and outer cities have been divined, and he's not in the city. The divination shows he's still alive, so the only possibility is that he went hunting with the hunting group. He should be returning with them this time..."

The pale-faced youth listened and frowned even more, "This coup failed, the Bonaparte regime was restored, the empress ascended to the throne, and the main family will definitely regain control. We absolutely cannot let that guy live to get out..."

The butler listened silently, nodding from time to time.

At this moment, the divination ended.

The pale-faced youth looked over and asked, "Master Card, how did the divination go?"

The black-faced robe sorcerer shook his head, "I've tried three different divination methods, but the results of this assassination attempt are still very vague. I suspect that Feick may have a high-tier cursed object interfering. The only thing I can confirm is that if he appears within a three-kilometer range, I can pinpoint his location..."

The pale-faced youth thought of something and nodded, "Thank you for your hard work, Master Card."

After a pause, he spoke with a hint of disdain, "It must be that [Hypnos's Night Scythe]. I heard that guy used that scythe to kill quite a few second-tier professionals, making quite a name for himself in Old London."

The robe sorcerer shook his head slightly, "Master Evan, my divination has never encountered such a situation. It's probably not just because of that scythe. I think we should not take it lightly."

The pale-faced youth remained unconvinced, "Heh... no matter how strong, he's at most a third-tier, right? Commander Milo, to ensure success, once we find that guy, please take him down with one strike!"

Upon hearing this, a ripple of light and shadow stirred beside the pale-faced youth, and a cold response came through, "Yes, young master!"

The scene was set for a confrontation, with the pieces moving into place. The walls of Old London stood silent, bearing witness to the schemes and the anticipation of a hunt that was about to unfold.