Having a powerful lord as a father figure, what's wrong with just wanting to draw cards?

As soon as Yusha Rose came out of the bar, Forty-Seven locked onto her.

If it were any other second-rate assassin, the murderous aura they exuded would have been enough to make Yusha Rose, the battle saintess, turn against them. But Forty-Seven was an elite assassin from the Northern Fomalhaut sect. Not only was it impossible for him to show any murderous intent, but his tracking and counter-surveillance skills were also superb.

Don't forget, she was originally considered a genius by Altaïr as his successor, and she had already memorized these lessons.

They followed them all the way to Gray and the Feather Clan's temporary residence, which was a villa area. Gray occupied the one in the very center by himself, and it was exactly the villa that Yusha Rose was headed for.

"I have important intelligence to share with your general," Yusha Rose said arrogantly to the gatekeepers. In her opinion, as a saintess, she had no need to give these soldiers a friendly look.

"Please wait a moment, I'll go report right away."

Soon, Yusha Rose was invited inside.

In the villa's living room, Gray was already waiting and immediately gave Yusha Rose a warm welcome as soon as she entered.

The two sat on the sofa facing each other, and Gray poured Yusha Rose a cup of tea.

"Holy Maiden Yusha Rose, your presence is an honor. I am deeply sorry for not welcoming you sooner."

"Hehe, it's alright, let's get down to business first."

"I am all ears."

"It's about the omen of death that your Feather Clan has been searching for. I've just obtained some information about it, about 60% true. Are you interested in hearing it?"

Although Gray was pleasantly surprised, his good composure prevented him from showing his emotions on his face. Instead, he smiled and asked with his usual elegance, "So, what is the price?"

Chapter 153, Section 152: Undercover Agent and Verbal Combat

For someone like Yusha Rose, who had already reached the pinnacle of power, money and such things could no longer tempt her. Therefore, the only condition she proposed was that when she caught the omen of death in the future, her name should also be recorded in the book of merit.

"For fame?"

Yusha Rose nodded: "Because of my own personality and behavior, I am not so likable in the eyes of the public, so I need enough prestige and reputation, just like I ascended to the position of Saintess through my strength."

Gray let out a long "Oh~": "I'm new here, so I might not be quite clear on what you mean by personality, behavior, and style. Would you mind letting me know?"

For some reason, Gray didn't know why he had steered the conversation in this direction; he only felt that Yusha Rose in front of him was so beautiful, and he wanted to...

Asking knowingly.

Yusha Rose has high emotional intelligence and immediately understood Grey's implied meaning.

Nowadays, who doesn't know about her pleasure-seeking and promiscuous nature?

She secretly calculated the benefits she could gain by "building a good relationship" with him, and then looked at Gray's appearance—young and promising, handsome and rich, and a member of the Feather Clan.

After weighing the pros and cons, Yusha Rose agreed.

The two went up to the second floor, embraced, and burst through the door...

If this job were given to an ordinary paparazzi, they might be beheaded in the next second, but who can blame them when the paparazzi of today are forty-seven?

Upon closer reflection, there are several illogical aspects to this series of events.

Someone is trying to frame her and Gray, or perhaps Gray is simply lusting after her body.

She could come up with two reasons, but they still need to be verified.

She glanced back at Gray, who looked like he was savoring something, gave him a casual greeting, and left the mansion, everything unspoken.

As the evening breeze blew, she boarded a carriage and returned to her home, a palace near the Saintess's Temple that belonged exclusively to the Saintess, and summoned her trusted confidants.

"Master, what are your orders?" A woman dressed in clergy robes knelt before Yusha Rose.

"Go to this bar and keep an eye on the new bartender. Report all her actions and observations to me, but be careful not to alert her."

"As ordered."

As the source of everything, Yusha Rose immediately identified the bartender who gave her the information. If someone wanted to frame her, the source must be this bartender.

She's not stupid at all. If someone tries to frame her this way, they'd better not let her catch them red-handed, or they'll give her a quick and easy way to disappear from the face of the earth.

It was getting dark at this time.

Outside the villa where the Feather Clan was temporarily staying, in an area no longer guarded or patrolled, Forty-Seven and Toer reunited.

Seeing that Forty-Seven was unharmed, Tuor was relieved and began to joke, "So, did they... you know?"

The toddler clapped his hands, making the implication quite clear.

Forty-seven had almost no experience in this area, and after witnessing this scene, her face turned bright red. She nodded shyly and shared the photos she had taken with the toddler, which could be considered as checking the finished product.

The two heads were close together, and the pigeon headgear squeezed the small face of the forty-seven-year-old into a puffy shape.

As instructed by Domi, it was best to take a picture every time they changed poses, as evidence from multiple angles would be more impactful.

Forty-seven did as instructed, and Gray and Yusha Rose knew quite a few positions. One was a wanton saintess, and the other was a winged clan member who was the progenitor of the left-hand love world. They were a perfect match. They took a thick stack of photos just this time.

The toddler watched with great admiration, and every now and then one could hear an exclamation of "Oh, oh!"

"Miss Forty-Seven, are you interested in developing your career in this direction? I think you could definitely become the best photographer in the industry!"

"Sorry, I'm not interested..."

After the inspection, they got up and returned to the hotel. Afu, the bartender, also closed the back door of the shop after finishing her night shift and returned to the hotel as well.

After the three reunited, Afu wrote another letter that very night and sent it to the Radiant Women's Convent to report to Domi that the operation had been a great success. She also included a photograph as evidence.

The next day, after resting for most of the day, Afu returned to the bar for her shift after dinner.

When she changed into her uniform in the staff break room, she suddenly noticed a name on the locker next to hers, a locker that had previously been unclaimed.

"Is there a new person here...?"

Just as she was guessing, the back door opened again, and a strange woman walked in, went straight to the cabinet, took out her employee uniform, and judging from her name tag, she was a waitress responsible for serving drinks to customers.

She greeted Afu indifferently, seemingly quite normal.

The woman, named Monica, was in her late twenties. Neither her figure nor her appearance was particularly outstanding; she was the type who would easily blend into the crowd.

"Hello Monica, my name is Becky. We'll be colleagues from now on. Please take care of me."

Afu used the pseudonym given to her by Domi, supposedly to commemorate a teacher who had given her great help.

"Well, please take care of me."

After that, the two worked the night shift together at the bar, and things went quite normally during that time; they got along well.

Aphrodite felt much more relaxed tonight since Yosha Rose didn't come, mainly psychologically.

To lie without batting an eye, without blushing or skipping a beat, especially in front of someone strong enough to crush you with one hand, is incredibly stressful.

Fortunately, I don't have to worry about it today.

After a while, it was time to close up shop. After cleaning up, Afu and Monica left the bar through the back door and parted ways at the crossroads not far away.

Not long after Afu left, she ran into Forty-Seven and Tuor, who seemed to have been waiting for a while, in the alley.

"Who was that just now?" Forty-Seven, with his sharp eyes, immediately spotted a stranger.

To ensure Afu's safety, Tuo'er and Forty-Seven waited here for several days after the operation began, personally escorting Afu back to the base.

"A new colleague, now working as a waiter, what's up?"

Forty-Seven's eyes were sharp, completely different from usual, and seeing her like this made Afu feel nervous.

"That person had a strong sense of counter-surveillance. There were calluses on her fingers, and the distribution of the calluses didn't look like they came from manual labor. It was probably from years of practicing with a dagger. Also, she disguised her gait, trying her best to appear as an ordinary person. But the more she tried to disguise herself, the more obvious the flaws became..."

"Did she just arrive today?"

Afu nodded.

“Afu, you have to be careful of her. This person is very likely sent by Yusha Rose to spy on you.”

Hearing this, she was startled: "Why? Does she need to send someone to monitor a bartender like me?"

Forty-Seven simply shook her head. She knew nothing about the world of intrigue; these underhanded tricks were usually devised by her young master.

"I don't know, you'll have to ask the young master about that."

The toddler also shared his thoughts:

“We just started our operation yesterday, and today a new colleague has arrived. Don’t you think that’s a bit too much of a coincidence? In any case, we have to be on guard and treat him as a potential enemy.”

Afu agreed wholeheartedly and nodded repeatedly. After returning to the hotel, she wrote about the matter to Domi, hoping he could offer some advice.

It was another early morning. After learning that Afu and the others would write to him to report information, the second thing Domi did every morning after getting up was to go to the mailbox in the guard room to retrieve the mail.

This time she brought back two more letters.

After getting the letter, you can go straight to the classroom. It's on the way anyway, so it won't delay you. It's just a pity that Julia won't have a classmate to go to school with...

In the morning, which should have been the time for early reading in my previous life, the monastery was a place for rest and relaxation. The young girls gathered in groups, chattering away about who knows what.

Domi wondered what topics in the world could be so interesting to discuss, since there weren't many celebrities around.

So, driven by curiosity, he quietly pricked up his ear and tried to listen...

"Hey, did you guys hear? That newly arrived Feather Clan general is super handsome!"

"Me! Me! Me! I was there at the time, and I really wanted to marry him right then and there!"

"Heretical! We are all meant to dedicate ourselves to the Holy See, how can we become other men's wives?"

Oh, you were talking about Gray. Never mind then. But the other topic is at the other extreme.

"Aren't all the Feather Clan guys scumbags? If you ask me, that 'Death Omen' who's wanted is much cooler. Did you guys see that picture on the wanted poster? It really hits me right."

"Agreed! Anyone who likes the Feathered Race is a heretic!"

"But he's wearing a mask... How do you know if he's handsome or not?"

"Just feel it!"

I didn't realize I was already this famous... Haha, it's both surprising and secretly delightful.

He smiled and looked away, then tore open the envelope, wanting to see what good news Afu and the others would bring him this time.

When he opened the first letter, he was greatly shocked. Although it did bring him good news, the accompanying photo was really unnecessary.

He quickly stuffed the photo back in and glanced around nervously. He only breathed a sigh of relief after no one noticed his strange behavior.

If someone finds out I'm secretly looking at erotic photos, my reputation will be ruined on the spot...