Transcendent Dawn

Chapter 363: Forest (seeking monthly tickets with additional update)

Su Lu quickly put aside matters related to Orchi and the company.

This was merely a small act of revenge, and also to provide himself with an investment, to fulfill the dream he had when he first crossed over to this world of becoming a wealthy man. It could be considered as a moment of mischief.

“How is the collection of information about the Black Death Society progressing?”

He asked, focusing on Sleydon.

After his return, Rod and Beryl were the key points of his attention.

Since he joined the Green Tree Castle, he would naturally request them to use their resources in the investigation.

He had read Lady Moon’s Scriptures of Death in the Dragon world and was very familiar with the organization, beliefs, and rituals of the Black Death Society.

After revealing enough information, indeed, it yielded considerable results for the Green Tree Castle.

“I’m sorry… Our forces could only track down to the massive manhunt after the incident in Harris City. After that, Mr. Rod seems to have disappeared…”

“Following the clues provided by you, we caught quite a few Black Dead Followers and obtained a piece of information.”

Sleydon bowed, saying “Their mysterious ‘Saintess’ seems to be lingering around the Emerald Forest recently…”

“Emerald Forest?”

Su Lu mumbled to himself.

As expected, after he aggressively sold out the information from the Scriptures of Death, the Black Death Society’s information was the first to be obtained.

Although the organization of the two worlds is definitely different. However, some array layouts, devotees’ habits, specific behavioral patterns, and even occupational weaknesses, are basically the same.

At this moment, Su Lu was practically equivalent to a high-ranking member of the Black Death Society who had defected, naturally creating a large number of leads.

It is imaginable that the Black Death Society’s arrangement in the federation will suffer a major blow.

No matter how many times he saw it, Sleydon Watt still shuddered when Su Lu disappeared right in front of his eyes.

He left the White Tower, responding politely to the greetings of the Inner Circle members, and went to a lab.

“Come in!”

Just standing outside the door, a deep voice came out, and the silver metallic door opened like liquid flowing on its own.

Sleydon entered the lab, which was predominantly white, with many metallic hands assisting in various experiments.

Some of them were holding beakers, refining magic potions, and others were operating machinery. Everything was contradictory yet harmonious at the same time.

At the center of the lab was chief Dunstan.

“Sir!”

Sleydon gave a short bow , “Mr. Su Lu has already left, heading towards Emerald Forest…”

“It seems that he indeed has a quarrel with the Black Death Society that he doesn’t even want to wait for a moment… is it because of Miss Beryl…”

Two floating silver hands flipped open a file in front of Dunstan.

The first photo was of Beryl!

However, the person in the photo seemed quite na?ve, it appeared to be taken when she first entered St. George’s University.

Although Su Lu was invited to become an ‘Honorary Council’, it would be rational and reasonable for the Green Tree Castle to thoroughly investigate such a young legend.

Su Lu’s background was quite simple. He comes from the Demon Hunter Pottery family, his parents and brother have all disappeared, he graduated from St. George University, even details like his roommate being Sean and currently working in the Eleventh Bureau were marked.

“There are a few speculations on why Miss Beryl became the Saintess of the Black Death Society by the analysis department…”

Sleydon reported expressionlessly, “It may have something to do with Mr. Su Lu.”

“Hehe… Young people always make little mistakes. It’s fine as long as they aren’t big mistakes…”

Dunstan chuckled.

The Green Tree Castle is a relatively neutral academic institution. As long as the members are not followers of the Evil God, everything could be discussed.

“Striking the Black Death Society aligns with justice and the Federation’s interest; it deserves our support.”

He waved his hand, dismissing Sleydon.

From a nearby shadow, the figure of Celsus gradually emerged: “While some methods have confirmed that they are not followers of the Evil God, you still seem a bit uneasy.”

“Of course, after all… the path of a [Spirit Medium], is deeply entwined with demons…”

Dunstan wryly smiled: “Or rather… any path related to the Spirit World tends to get associated with various entities, primarily the Evil God.”

“Even if they’re currently fine, they may easily lose control if they face any setbacks or personal lows…”

“So… we won’t reveal the real core secrets to that Honorary Councilor. As long as he actively strikes against the Black Death Society, that’s good enough…” Celsus chuckled: “Next time, we’ll have him join the fight against the Ancient Snake Society as well. He needs to prove himself.”

Big powers reel in such experts, but after enjoying the privileges, they must bear responsibilities and obligations!

Only by continuously striking out and breeding blood feuds with opposing factions can one be truly accepted by their own party. This too is an essential process.

The Emerald Forest.

Located in Spring State in the heart of the Federation, it’s a pristine forest teeming with various mysterious legends since the Dawn of the Gods.

Some claimed to have seen terrifying werewolves in there, and there were occasional reports of attacks on local residents.

The Federation has already issued warnings to nearby residents to be cautious, but to no avail!

A forest this size can’t possibly be completely sealed off with wire mesh.

What’s more, the Federation is full of fearless hunters and adventurers. The yearly report of disappearances around the Emerald Forest can stuff the police station’s archive room!

In spite of this, with the announcement of the existence of professional occupations, even more adventurers, explorers, and self-professed ‘mystery seekers’ flocked in, leaving the local police at their wits’ end.

In the depths of the forest.

Two agile mountaineering-dressed investigators are studying a paw print on the ground.

” It’s a werewolf!”

One of them, a tall man, confirmed, holding tightly to the handle of his revolver.

“Hey… Buddy, relax a bit. As my partner, Sean, you don’t need to be this tense… I’ve done plenty of werewolf ecological surveys.”

Sean still had his disreputable look, but it seems he had been promoted, currently guiding a newcomer.

“Yes… sir!”

The tall man might look sturdy, but he seems to be of a more timid nature, his voice revealing his nervousness.

In his heart, he lamented how unlucky he must be to be assigned under a renowned misfortune magnet of a supervisor.

“Paul, didn’t I tell you?”

Sean chewed on a grass stem: “There are many types of werewolves. As long as they are not the particularly savage ones, they won’t attack you unless you show hostility. And, me! I treated a big dog last month, it’s very friendly and was my friend, often coming to see me.”

They continued forward, and it didn’t take long to see a werewolf.

The creature stood upright, covered in black fur. The lupine head showed its teeth, its sharp fangs appearing stained with a trace of blood.

“Eh? Big doggy?”

Sean paused momentarily, a surprised expression crossing his face: “It’s the werewolf I saved! Very friendly. Come, let me take you to pet it!”

“Sir?”

Paul grimaced, put down his weapon, and followed behind Sean.

The werewolf, being of a more intelligent breed Sean had saved, did not attack.

Seeing this scene, his spirits were much relieved, and he was even eager to reach out and pet the soft fur around the creature’s neck, though he had to tiptoe to reach it.

“Eh?”

As they got closer, Sean suddenly stopped: “No… Something… Something’s not right… I… I seem to have mistaken the wolf!”