A brave man may not live, but he cannot die

Chapter 88 I hold hands with the Gravity Girl (Monthly ticket plus 4k)

"Muffliato——"

Ankuya waved his wand and cast the spell [Close Ears and Block Deafness].

An invisible barrier was erected between the two people on the balcony and the outside world, all sounds were isolated, and the world suddenly became silent as if the pause button was pressed.

Likewise, his conversation with Quinn would not be heard by the outside world.

"What do you think?" Ankuya asked first.

Quinn leaned over the balcony, gazing at the lake and the moonlight, his expression somewhat conflicted.

"Originally, I thought the likelihood of him being the target was low, but after he mentioned wanting to establish a country, the likelihood became 60-70. Now I think the probability is 50-50. We still lack some conclusive evidence."

He answered conservatively.

Ankua glanced at him. "Is this only half? I was already thinking about how to kill him. Why did you deduct 50 from 60 or 70?"

"dumpling."

"Dumplings? The food created by the Fourth Hero?" Ankua was stunned. "He wasn't lying. This is indeed a specialty of the East Country."

“No, this is actually something from my hometown.”

Quinn savored the taste of the dumplings.

After hundreds of years of evolution in another world, and after crossing the ocean to the Southern Continent, dumplings are completely different from those on Earth. The wrappers are wrinkle-free and more like glutinous rice, and the meat filling is deep-fried before being wrapped.
But the taste is not bad, they use precious ingredients, and it is cooked by the Branson chef himself, so it can't be bad.

"What does this have to do with Elon?"

Ankuya asked in confusion, "He always keeps food from your world at home. Shouldn't that be more likely?"

"No"

Quinn thought about his words and didn't say the information on Merlin's tombstone.

If those Chinese messages were left by brave warriors from past generations, it at least means that the time travelers - including Quinn himself - are all from the Demonic Realm.

"How should I explain this to you? Where are you from, Aqua?"

Ankuya didn't understand why he asked this at this time.

".I was born in the Northern Continent."

"Where is the Northern Continent?"

"An ordinary, remote town that makes a living by hunting." He looked very cold, as if he had no feelings for his hometown.

"The Northern Continent." Quinn recalled what Northern Continent food was in Grindelwald's cafeteria. "Do you like Northern Continent cheese?"

".good."

Ankua's handsome brows raised slightly, "So what does this have to do with Elon?"

"What would you think if someone dipped cheese into tonight's barbecue sauce?"

"Is this some kind of cult ritual?" Ankuya felt a chill run down his spine.

"That's right. Just like people from the Northern Continent wouldn't dip cheese into sour barbecue sauce, people from my hometown wouldn't dip dumplings into chocolate sauce."

Quinn looked disdainful. "Even the Cantonese, who eat everything, only dip their fried dumplings in ketchup. Dipping them in chocolate sauce would be suspected of being worth half a million. But this family does it, and they think it's normal."

".Just because of this?" Ankuya was puzzled.

"Because of this."

Quinn nodded seriously. This was a household registration issue.

"But there's another possibility, that guy Elon is from a different country than me."

".A strange conclusion."

Ankuya made a decision and chose to trust Quinn. "Then I'll listen to you and observe for a while... The Academy does intend to establish a nation in Eswell. This mountain was originally reserved for the brave. The Academy wants to use the government to completely bind the last brave. Elon's idea can't be realized so quickly."

“Is it necessary for the academy to do this?”

This was the first time Quinn heard of this and was very surprised.

After a few days on the job, he already had a general understanding of Grindelwald, and naturally knew how Buddhist this academy was - the academy's top management hardly cared about anything other than arcane research and teaching, otherwise a small-time leader in Ankua would not have so much autonomy in the outside world.

"Humanity believes that the future will truly unfold as predicted in the Vatican's 'Creation Canon,' and that after overcoming the Seventh Calamity, a world of eternal peace will be ushered in."

Ankuya's expression remained unchanged, but his tone was filled with sarcasm: "Humanity thinks that after surviving the final demon-slaying war in five years, they will be able to rest easy and now it's time to talk about ideals."

The last war against demons?
Quinn chewed over the word secretly and immediately planned to go back and get a copy of the Holy See's holy book to read.

"The Academy's ideal is to completely neutralize the arcane, treating it solely as a tool for development and productivity, rather than a strategic weapon used by nations to intimidate each other. To achieve this, the Academy's advocacy alone is not enough. The traditional arcane clans of the Clock Tower will oppose it to the bitter end, so the support of the brave is essential."

A hero who can kill the Demon King is no different from a god walking among the earth.

The most important thing is that the brave can obtain the unreserved support of all the major religions, and it is impossible for the secular world to resist the united divine power.

Ankuya's eyes grew wary. "For millennia, the academy has been providing weapons for demon-slaying wars and brave warriors. This ideal is only passed down among the upper echelons. I don't know how Elon learned this, but the academy's top brass will definitely be very interested. His political acumen isn't like that of a young man."

"Are you going to tell the higher-ups?"

".Tell me." Ankuya sneered, "But don't tell me everything. We need to keep track of Elon's contact with the academy. If he is truly a hero, then we'll need the academy's power to deal with him. It shouldn't be difficult to keep him secret for a while. You must confirm Elon's identity as soon as possible."

Quinn couldn't help but feel a chill.

He is obviously a human being, but when it comes to matters related to the demons, he becomes extremely cruel and ruthless. Fortunately, this guy is a teammate.

I don’t know whether I should feel at ease or be afraid.

"I'll test him again and talk to him alone. If I can get him to reveal his identity as a hero, that would be the best. If not, I'll have to rely on you." Ankua's eyes were dim, as if he was thinking of a countermeasure.

"No, you talk to him alone. What should I do then?"

"You?" Ankua looked at him amusedly, then tilted his head towards the hall, "Isn't there a young lady with amorous feelings over there?"

Quinn glanced into the hall and felt a headache coming on.

Xia Dai'er sat on the empty sofa. The view of Cloud Avenue shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows, giving the beautiful girl a layer of neon-colored outline.

After she brought the dumplings, her mother Jenny and brother Elon said they were not full and wanted to eat more, then said goodbye and left.

Even the waiters and maids had left.

Anyone with a little common sense would know that there was no way these two cunning people would leave such a distinguished guest like the Academy Commissioner to eat alone. This was just an excuse to create an opportunity for Xia Daier and Quinn to be alone.

They even invited Ankuya to eat together, but not Quinn.

Xia Dai'er, for some reason, was incredibly nervous. She hadn't said a word since she sat down with her dumplings. "No, she's eight years older than me," Quinn said angrily. "Sixteen years old, a little girl who knows nothing. Back home, a girl that age could change to ten male idols a year. Feelings don't count."

"Sixteen is the legal age in any country in Taimulan." Ankua tilted his head and said, "There's nothing wrong with it. His figure, looks, personality, and family background are a little inferior, but compared to ordinary people, he's still quite impressive."

Quinn looked at the huge estate of more than one hundred hectares in front of him. Is this considered a poor family background?

No, buddy, who are you comparing her to?
Quinn shook his head.

"Not interested. I've only been in contact with her for less than four days. Her feelings for me are based on embellished memories and her imagination, mistaking her dependence and trust in the person who saved her from danger for affection. It's perfectly normal. I'm not sexually repressed to the point of wanting to have sex with every woman I see."

Ankua looked him straight in the eyes.

His dark eyes looked unusually sharp in the moonlight.

"Besides contacting his sister, how else can you get information about Elon?"

Quinn didn't answer.

"The demons never break their promises. Kill the hero and you take the gold back to your world."

Ankuya said calmly, "I know you don't like it here. Everything I did was to make you leave quickly. Remember, it's just a meaningless emotion."

A little meaningless emotion
These words were like a cold wind blowing in his face, chilling him to the bone.

He had comforted himself in this way countless times while playing the piano in that mansion.

It's just some meaningless feelings. You don't like her anyway. This is to achieve your goal faster.

He clenched his fists so tightly that his nails almost dug into his flesh.

I know she's innocent, she's done nothing wrong, but neither am I. What did I do wrong? Everything in this world is about karma. I'm just following the flow. I have to do this.
His eyes were a little wild, and the corners of his mouth twitched as if he wanted to curl up, but his expression looked a little sad, as strange as a madman forcing himself to laugh at a funeral.

"Mr. Quinn. Mr. Quinn?"

The girl's cry brought the dazed man back to his senses.

".Are you okay?"

Ankuya had left at some point, and the one who came over was Xia Daier, who looked a little worried.

The wind on the top of the mountain is always strong, even on a summer night, it can blow away people's wandering thoughts.

"It's okay. I've been studying the arcane arts lately, and my mind is a little confused."

"Mr. Ankua said you have something to talk to me about."

"Thing? Oh, just..." Quinn blinked. "You didn't tell anyone about what happened last time, did you?"

Xia Dai'er lowered her head and shook it. Her long pink hair had been carefully permed and dyed. It looked like cashmere blown by the wind, and the curls were very cute.

"I was shocked when the servant at home informed me that you were coming. My brother didn't let me go out tonight, but suddenly asked me to dress up. No, just, just change out of my pajamas." Her voice became smaller and smaller.

After Elon said some inexplicable words to her that day, Xia Daier kept daydreaming and no longer cared about the house arrest order issued by her family to protect her safety.

She was worried that her brother was lying to her, but she was also worried that her brother was not lying to her.

After she had been daydreaming for a long time, the man whose face was not very clear in her memory suddenly appeared again, and the inexperienced girl was caught off guard.

Secret love is a chaotic situation for a person, and when it comes, the head is empty.

"Why are you using honorifics all of a sudden?"

Quinn looked at her with amusement. "Didn't you call yourself 'this lady' before? You said you'd find me a class and work as a security guard at your house."

"No, no!" Xia Dai'er waved her hands quickly, her earlobes a little red.

"I had no idea you were such a big shot in Grindelwald. No wonder you're so skilled, like in Kung Fu or something."

She lowered her head, not looking at Quinn, and continued to mutter, "I haven't had time to thank you for what happened in the cave yet, and you saved me again."

As for what you mean by repaying a favor, just don’t mention my name in the future.

This sentence is actually very hurtful, and sounds like "Don't have anything to do with me anymore." The girl originally wanted to express a little dissatisfaction, but now she is a little happy, so she says whatever comes to her mind without thinking.

"I didn't come to your house to repay you."

He said jokingly, "It's because of work. We have to bravely fire the second shot against the robbers! Let them know that the academy is not to be messed with."

Xia Dai'er raised her head blankly: "Who fired the first shot against the robbers?"

"Um, that's me too." Quinn laughed dumbly.

Her hands were suddenly on Quinn's face, ripping the smile away.

The girl is charming under the moonlight. She is wearing a light brown handmade linen dress with a silk shawl. The neckline is very low, revealing two breathtaking white and tender breasts, which covers most of the vision. Only her smooth calves can be seen below. She is wearing white silk socks with high heels, and it seems that she is not very skilled in controlling them.

But her massage movements were very skillful. The tender and smooth flesh on her palms had a hint of warm body temperature, and her taut fingers rubbed softly, trying her best to smooth out the strange smile on his face.

"I want to get to know you better. You look so tired."

She muttered, "It's worse than the last time we met. You weren't like this when I first met you. You don't look like a young person at all now."

"Mr. Quinn, are you okay?"

The moon is in the sky.

In the deepest mansion of Branson Estate.

The windows were sealed, the door handles were chained, and there was no one around.

I'm afraid no one would have thought that this secluded place like a haunted house is the residence of Reeve Branson, the head of the Branson family.

If you listen closely, you might be able to hear the faint, angry roar coming from the crack in the door.

"Unfilial son—unfilial son!!" An old man with a haggard face overturned the sumptuous dinner and the table together with it. The expensive porcelain plates were smashed to pieces, and the soup and food spilled all over the floor.

The scalding tea accidentally splashed on him, but Reeve was completely unaware.

"Where's the doctor? Where's my doctor? Cough-cough cough cough cough!!!"

There was a heart-wrenching sound as if he was coughing out his lungs. The old man, as thin as a skeleton, lay on the ground, twitching unbearably.

"Give me medicine, I want medicine. Starlight, give me starlight, please. Any amount of gold will do, please—"

In his strange eyes that glowed with azure fluorescence.

An ugly pug sat calmly at the door. Those ominous arcane impulses encountered it like hitting a wall of knights, and not a single one leaked out.

"Unfilial son, unfilial son. Please, give me Starlight Doctor, Dr. Jack, and give me medicine."

(End of this chapter)