Chapter 467: Chapter 491: The Boss Chapter 467: Chapter 491: The Boss “Good evening, Sir Lancelot,” Old Reap greeted him nervously outside Hagrid Manor, “Your neighbors may not be too fond of me…”

“Please come in, I haven’t kept you waiting too long, have I?” Lancelot opened the manor’s grand gate and welcomed the werewolf inside, “I’m delighted to have the opportunity to work with you again…”

“I just got here–wow! What’s with this place… how…” As he crossed an invisible line, the true image of Hagrid Manor was revealed, “Is that an Illusion Technique? Why do you keep it hidden?”

“I don’t want to disrupt the uniform lawn style of the community,” Lancelot shrugged as the two walked down the stone path surrounded by flowers and entered the small building, “Did Tijana tell you about our mission this time?”

“My lady only mentioned that you had a commission concerning the Iron Ice Plains…” Old Reap greeted everyone in the living room, “Long time no see… hmm, where’s that noisy skeleton head? And Koula, the star chef of the Succubus Palace, where did they go?”

“They’ve left this plane,” Lancelot briefly explained, “I suppose you haven’t met Miss Elizabeth?”

“Oh, so you’re Miss Elizabeth, delighted to finally meet you in person,” Old Reap gave a rather exaggerated bow to little Elizabeth, “It’s an honor to get to know you.”

“Ah, you’re too kind!” Little Elizabeth was flustered and quickly set down her duster to return a courtly gesture, “I, I’m also very pleased to meet you, Mr. Reap…”

“What’s going on…” Lancelot scratched his head in confusion, “Had you heard of little Elizabeth before?”

“Of course, the mysterious vampire who suddenly appeared, possessing a beauty comparable to that of Lady Tijana, the two of you are always seen together, it’s hard not to notice,” the werewolf chuckled, “If Miss Elizabeth didn’t lack antlers and wings, people would be convinced she’s Lady Tijana’s daughter…”

“Little Elizabeth was captured to the Abyss by the previous owner of this manor,” Lancelot shook his head helplessly, “Let’s talk about our mission this time, it’s probably a bit different from what you expect…”

They spent about an hour discussing, with Lancelot introducing the objectives of the commission and the known intelligence, while Old Reap described his own experiences on the Iron Ice Plains from several years ago. According to him, the environmental conditions of that plane were truly atrocious, he had to rely on the fur from his full Transformation to combat the omnipresent biting cold.

“I hope that Priest from Olul really has some good solutions,” Lancelot shook his head helplessly, “Otherwise, this adventure can’t even begin.”

“Why don’t we go visit Mohoi now?” Old Reap suggested, “We’d better make the most of our time, who knows when the Prince of Wrath will succeed in his escape…”

“Alright,” Lancelot nodded, “Just you and me will go first and see what this Mohoi has to say, the others should stay at home and get ready.”

——————–

A Berserk Demon guard patrol passed by the two struggling figures, clad in full armor, with weapons grasped firmly in their hands, ready to leap into battle or provide support to their comrades at a moment’s notice. The leader, who seemed to recognize old Reap, nodded briefly at the werewolf and moved on without a word.

“That’s Todd, a veteran who survived the bloodbaths of the battlefield. We fought side by side on a special mission once. You should have seen him devour a little demon alive,” old Reap explained to Lancelot, “Since the last incident with the demonic assassin, the city’s defenses have visibly tightened. I heard you had a hand in thwarting the assassination?”

“I had just returned from my last job,” Lancelot nodded in acknowledgment, “But Tijana took care of most of the enemies herself.”

“My instincts tell me you played a pivotal role in that affair,” old Reap led Lancelot through an alleyway, the number of pedestrians around them suddenly halved, “I don’t doubt Lady Tijana’s capabilities, but she was the target of the assassination. The assassin must have prepared some special means to restrict her powers… How did you go from returning from a mission to appearing directly at the scene of the assassination?”

“Tijana gave me an amulet that could teleport me directly to her side when activated,” Lancelot shrugged, “That’s going to be our last resort for escape if we run into any insurmountable trouble on this adventure.”

“Wait, teleport directly to Lady Tijana’s side?” old Reap suddenly stopped, “Not to Miss Sonam’s desk in front of the Mercenary Hall?”

“Why would I want to see that six-armed Serpent Demon?” Lancelot asked back, puzzled.

“Who else are you going to get your pay from after completing a commission…” The werewolf stared at Lancelot, his expression growing more sinister, “Sigh, seems like I’ll have to start calling you boss from now on.”

“What do you mean?”

“If Lady Tijana is the boss’s lady, doesn’t that make you the boss?” old Reap sighed, “What on earth did our Lord see in you…?”

“Look at me.” Lancelot pointed to his face, “Do you really not understand why?”

Read latest Chapters at WuxiaWorld.Site Only

“…Boss, we’ve arrived.”

Lancelot looked up, realizing he stood in a rather secluded street; the sound of the Stygian River’s rushing waters reached their ears clearly, and not far away loomed the thirty-foot high obsidian city walls of Twin Bridges Town. Beneath the wall, a row of cluttered houses used the wall itself to save on building materials, which, in Lancelot’s view, was a glaring weakness in the city’s defense–should this area be attacked, it would be difficult for the guards to provide swift support.

“This way.”

Old Reap patted his shoulder, indicating that their destination was on the other side of the street. Lancelot turned his head to find a building of bizarre architecture–a hemisphere made of ice-blue colored bricks with an entrance shaped like a doorway on the side facing the street, flanked by decorations resembling snowflakes.

“This building mimics the shape of an ice house. In the true lands of ice and snow, those bricks are replaced with eternally unfreezing blocks of ice,” the werewolf said casually as he walked towards the strange building, “This place has been here since I was a wee pup. They serve a signature ice slush that’s really quite good–made with Stygian River carp blood, Abyss chicken egg whites, and a small slice of precious lemon. You must try it.”