Alien world

Chapter 1925, Section 558: Secret Operation
Annan returned to the lounge, where his older sister, sitting in a wheelchair, asked him, "What is it?"

"The Empire's Nighthawk came to me to confirm the warp portal."

Annan had just returned from shopping with his elder sister when he was summoned by someone from the Empire, who interrupted his elder sister's dressing.

Then Annan noticed that his older sister had changed into the sunflower pleated skirt that she had personally chosen.

The hem of her puffy skirt was adorned with a ring of openwork patterns, and her pale calves peeked out from the hem, encased in white lace stockings. The eldest sister's black hair, with its slight natural curls, cascaded in waves around her shoulders, making her look like a delicate doll.

"But it seems like something's missing."

Annan rested his chin on his hand, and suddenly an idea came to him.

He called over the silly cat, who was taking a nap outside and was all warm from the sun.
"My older sister and I spent the whole morning picking out clothes. We chose one with the most comfortable fabric to climb in. You should try it on."

Annan coaxed the silly cat onto his older sister's lap, then took a few steps back to look. The pristine cat lay on the gentle, beautiful girl's lap, a sight so beautiful it seemed otherworldly, like a masterpiece of art.

Annan then summoned the sketch artist and asked him to draw the scene.

Swish-

Two seconds later, a lifelike portrait, virtually indistinguishable from the one seen with the naked eye, was produced.

"Too fast, slow down."

"Huh? Boss, I can draw it just by looking at it, there's no need to draw it slowly..."

"Then I don't care."

You finish drawing it in a few seconds with absolutely no sense of ceremony.

The canvas man nearly burned out—if he still had a brain. He finally grasped Annan's idea, and like a loom, slowly drew line by line.

Annan stood to the side, looking at the drawing board and glancing at his eldest sister every now and then.

Yes, that's exactly the feeling...

Hmm? How about letting the eldest sister play the female lead in "Titanic"?
……

A flash of teleportation light appeared, and the fully armed Nighthawk appeared in a forest ten miles away from Meteorite Town.

The man held up two fingers:

"Split up, one team to investigate Meteorite Town, and the other team to explore the Rat Hole."

"Remember, after infiltrating the rat hole, eliminate any ratmen who discover your tracks and reach the designated location."

The libertine poet asked, "What about our colleagues?"

“I’ve spoken to Annan and told him to withdraw his people.” The man glanced at his subordinates. “Any more questions?”

The dozens of figures in front of the man remained completely silent.

"Very good, let's move out!"

……

Night falls earlier in Meteorite Town than in towns on the plains.

As the last rays of light disappeared at the edge of the basin, dusk was skipped and night fell.

For the locals, apart from the recent period when an inexplicable increase in the number of cats suddenly disappeared one day, every day has been a peaceful one.

The pedestrians, beggars, and bards on the street were all busy with their own things, and nothing had changed from usual.

According to the intelligence provided by Annan, there are three subspace nodes: one in each of the two directions of Meteor Town and one directly below the town mayor's mansion.

The first two subspace portals were in an open area, with the nearest building being the town's slaughterhouse; there was nowhere for the ratmen to hide. The mayor's mansion could indeed harbor them, but after testing the waters, they ruled out the possibility that the mayor was aware of it—no one would want to have a ticking time bomb under their feet.

On the outskirts of Meteorite Town, less than a hundred yards from the slaughterhouse, a caravan slowly drove by. One of the carts rolled over the uneven dirt road, and the goods were jolted out, with grain from the sacks spilling all over the ground.

The caravan was forced to stop, and several workers turned around cursing as they squatted down to collect the goods.

Using a cart as cover, they tore open a magic scroll.

The inscribed high-level spell was instantly activated, expanding like a barrier and allowing the Nighthawks, disguised as henchmen, to see a dreamlike, deep nebula.

The magic scroll, provided by the Royal Academy of Magic, is used to tear open a warp portal.

Unlike the material plane, the warp is not easily accessible to many gods, except for a few powerful beings in the abyss, such as the Spider Queen Lolth. In fact, for some gods, the warp, filled with emotional projections, is a forbidden zone.

A magic scroll of insufficient spell level cannot tear open a warp portal, but if used at a weak point in the space barrier, such as where there is a warp portal, it can create some impact rifts.

For example, at this moment, they can see the barrier erected by the magic scroll, and some thick colors like smoke are overflowing from the void, indicating that the spatial wall here is only a thin layer.

As the magic scroll expired, the crack quickly healed and disappeared automatically, as if nothing had happened.

The only real emotion that was emanating from them was that it was difficult for the Night Hawk elites to be affected, but not far away, the butcher family, who were just ordinary people, suddenly burst into cursing and crying.

Originally, it was just that his wife was nagging about trivial things during dinner, which made the butcher angry. He suddenly overturned the table and shouted that he had had enough of her endless nonsense.

The woman stared blankly at her crazed husband, overwhelmed with grievances, and tears streamed down her face as she wailed inconsolably.

As soon as the mother started crying, her two sons began to cry too. The piercing screams went straight to the butcher's ears, driving him mad. His eyes turned bloodshot as he grabbed the butcher's knife.

"Shut up! What are you crying about? I told you to shut up!"

Just as a tragedy was about to unfold, the front door of the house was kicked open.

"stop!"

The sudden roar brought the butcher back to his senses. He looked at the man who had appeared in the doorway after it was kicked open.

"who are you?"

The frivolous poet, dressed as a waiter, said, "I am a mercenary passing by."

"Mercenaries? Even if you were the emperor, it wouldn't concern you—"

bang——

Driven by a personal grudge, he sheathed his knife and slashed at the butcher's neck.

“Even if you’re affected by the warp, your words are still quite blasphemous.” The wandering poet muttered to the unconscious butcher in a voice only he could hear: “You’ll be in pain for days, as punishment.”

Then he looked at the woman and two children who were frightened by his presence and explained, "I am a caravan guard, you don't need to be afraid, in a few days—"

The woman and her two children, their eyes still filled with fear, suddenly collapsed and fell into a deep sleep.

The libertine poet turned away helplessly: "I haven't finished speaking yet."

"Stop talking nonsense, just make this family forget what happened tonight."

The figure who entered cast a spell, and the overturned table, spilled food, and broken bowls automatically returned to their original state. The butcher's family was also moved to bed by the sorcerer's hand.

The wandering poet muttered, "Being constantly subjected to the spell of forgetfulness is bad for the body."

"'Don't be angry, the side effects of being affected by the Forgotten Spell are about the same as having a fever,' isn't that what you told me back then?" the figure sneered.

"That's why I don't want to recruit you mages. You're so petty and always looking to retaliate when you're in power."

(End of this chapter)