Starting as dockworkers, they swept through Chongqing.

Chapter 130 Mystical Aptitude, Witch

The two were separated by a shelf full of baguettes, and the atmosphere froze for a moment.

Xilun blinked but didn't say anything.

A hint of surprise flashed in Daisy's eyes, which was then immediately replaced by a relieved expression. She waved excitedly at Xilun.

Xilun paused for a moment, took the paper bag containing three scallion breads from the counter, and walked around the shelf.

Before Xilun could even ask, Daisy unceremoniously shoved the other two heavy cloth bags she was carrying into Xilun's hands.

"Can you do me a favor?" Daisy rubbed her slightly sore wrists and let out a long sigh of relief.

Xilun glanced down and saw two fine cloth bags, which seemed to contain some kind of silk clothing and some odds and ends, and they were quite heavy.

"Help me carry these for a while, I'll treat you to dinner later."

Daisy said with a smile, her tone carrying an air of familiarity that left no room for refusal.

Xilun didn't feel anything; with his terrifying arm strength as a first-order baptized, carrying those two bags was easier than picking up a feather.

He stood quietly to the side, carrying the bag in one hand.

At that moment, the woman in the gray cloak returned without saying a word after paying the bill.

She held the two large paper bags full of bread in her arms as if they were rare treasures.

She took a bread roll covered in pork floss from the paper bag and ate it without saying a word.

She looked up and glanced at Daisy and Celen standing together through the shadow of her hood, her eyes empty and vacant.

She didn't say a word, seemingly uninterested in this strange man who had suddenly appeared.

Soon, it lowered its head again, gently tearing open the bread with its white teeth, chewing it carefully like a little animal guarding its food.

Seeing this, Daisy sighed helplessly and introduced him to Xiren, "This is my friend, Xiren."

Then, pointing to the woman who was eating like a hamster, she said to Siren, "This is my friend, Susie."

Susie's face was blank. Only when she heard Daisy call her name did she raise her head in a daze.

Her lips and cheeks were still smeared with golden pork floss and white cream, giving her a strangely comical appearance.

She glanced at Daisy, then at Celen, seemingly realizing that there was nothing she needed to deal with.

So she lowered her head again, stuck out her pink tongue, and licked back the flabby flesh and cream on her face with great dexterity, continuing to chew in small, but very fast bites.

The three of them pushed open the bakery door and walked out onto the street.

The rain was still falling. Xilun opened his black umbrella with one hand, hiding most of his body in the shadows beneath it.

"Where are you going? Aren't you taking a taxi?"

Seeing the two looking somewhat disheveled in the rain, Xilun casually asked.

Daisy blinked and pointed to a black carriage parked diagonally across the street.

"The car's right outside," Daisy complained, pulling her trench coat collar tighter. "I wouldn't have gotten out if Susie hadn't insisted on picking out the freshly baked bread herself. This damn weather, my boots are practically soaked."

She turned her head, looked at Xilun's cold face, and casually asked, "Do you have some time lately? I'm planning to go out of town to take care of some things."

After considering Lord Lund's arrangements, Xilun replied, "I will be following Lord Lund to cultivate in the manor for a period of time. There may be some free time, but the timing is not fixed."

"Lord Lund?" A hint of surprise flashed in Daisy's eyes. As a researcher of mysticism, she naturally knew the significance of this third-tier high-level knight.

"That would be great if you knew him well."

Daisy thought for a moment, then lowered her voice and said, "You can ask him to invite a witch to test your aptitude for mysticism."

If you have the aptitude, you can choose to study a branch of mysticism in the future.

This is a huge addition for a pure fighter like you.

"The premise is that you have the aptitude; if you don't, then forget it. Forcing yourself to get involved will only lead to a mental breakdown."

The two walked slowly in the rain while talking, holding an umbrella.

At this moment, Susie, who was walking next to her, had already devoured a huge pork floss bread in a flash.

She looked up at the two people talking, and seemed to feel a little tired from walking and wanted to take a break.

She stopped and blinked her empty eyes.

She noticed that on the brim of Siron's black umbrella, raindrops, like silver beads, were falling continuously.

Susie suddenly became interested. She gently opened her small mouth and blew on the falling raindrops.

"Hoo—Ah hoo!"

Her small mouth was pursed into a circle, and her two hands were placed obediently at her sides without any extra movements.

As she blew, the raindrops changed their trajectory in mid-air, scattering and splashing everywhere.

She seemed to find it amusing, a slight smile appearing on her face.

Xilun kept Daisy's words in mind, and he always maintained an extreme desire for a higher-level power system.

"Thanks." Xilun nodded.

At the same time, he secretly wondered what kind of existence a witch was.

Is she an old woman riding a broom and brewing poison like in the legends, or a heretic who possesses some indescribable and terrifying power?

Upon reaching the carriage, Xilun handed the cloth bag in his hand to the coachman.

After the two got into the carriage, Daisy waved to Xilun through the window, and the carriage slowly started moving in the rain, ready to leave.

Inside the carriage, Susie took out a long, rectangular ham bread from the paper bag.

She lowered her head, like a focused hamster, and began to nibble at the bread from both sides.

She ate very quickly, soon finishing all the bread crust and vegetables, leaving only the thickest and most tempting sausage in the middle.

She blinked her eyes, stretched out two fingers, and pinched the ham meat very carefully.

The ham, coated with melted butter and some kind of spicy seasoning, gleamed enticingly.

She opened her mouth, ready to enjoy the most delicious part.

Suddenly, the butler sitting in the front turned around and loudly warned, "Ladies, please be careful, there's a puddle ahead, the car will bounce."

The next moment, the carriage wheels rolled over a deep crater, and the entire carriage jolted violently.

With a "bang".

Susie's head slammed heavily against the leather seat in front of her.

She lost her balance and sank into the soft sofa, the ham in her hand slipping out of her grasp as she jolted.

Daisy was startled and quickly pulled Susie back to her seat from the sofa.

She carefully examined Susie's forehead, and seeing no redness or swelling, asked with concern, "What happened? Are you alright?"

As Daisy asked, she gently blew on Susie's forehead with concern.

Susie shook her head blankly and said in a wooden voice, "It doesn't hurt."

However, her gaze remained fixed on the piece of ham that had fallen onto the carriage floor mat.

The once tempting ham was now covered in mud and dust, completely ruined.

Susie pursed her lips and didn't say a word.

Her bright eyes dimmed instantly, as if she had lost the most precious treasure in the world.

She silently pushed the remaining bread bag aside, seemingly having lost all interest in eating.

Daisy sighed helplessly, bent down to pick up the soiled ham, and put it into the garbage bag next to her.

When she turned to look at Susie again, she found that Susie had regained her blank calm.

She leaned on Daisy's shoulder, closed her eyes, and drifted off to sleep as the carriage swayed.

The look of frustration she had just felt at losing food had vanished without a trace; she seemed to have quickly forgotten the pain of losing that ham.

On the other side, Xiren stood in the rain, watching the carriage disappear at the end of the street.

He took a second scallion bread from the paper bag and took a big bite.

The rich aroma of scallions and the creamy richness of butter explode in your mouth, making for a truly delicious flavor.

He finished the bread in a few bites, and even stuck out his tongue to lick the remaining butter off his fingers.

The bread was really delicious, giving Xilun a rare moment of relaxation from his tense nerves.

He held up his umbrella and began to take a slight interest in his surroundings.

He decided that from now on, when returning to the hotel from the club, he could avoid the familiar main roads, slow down a bit, and explore the surrounding environment hidden in the downtown area.

He clutched the last loaf of bread, still warm from the cold, and turned to walk into a relatively quiet alley, intending to take a shortcut back to the Golden Rooster Hotel.

As the rain intensified, the thick fog characteristic of Chongqing began to permeate the narrow alleyways.

Xilun, holding a black umbrella, walked slowly down the alley paved with bluestone slabs.

The alley, which was not very bright to begin with, became even darker and more oppressive because the towering buildings on both sides blocked the light from the few remaining streetlights.

The air was filled with the stench of rainwater washing away the sewers, which made people feel inexplicably irritable.

After taking only a couple of steps, Xilun suddenly stopped.

He didn't turn around, but with the extraordinary perception of a first-order baptized, he clearly heard a series of slow yet oppressive footsteps coming from the other end of the alley.

The footsteps pounded on the puddles, making dull "plop, plop" sounds, each step carrying undisguised hostility and murderous intent.

Xilun slightly raised his head and tilted the brim of the umbrella upwards at an angle.

In the shadows about ten meters ahead, a tall figure slowly emerged.

Robert's once handsome face was now twisted and deformed with extreme anger. He suppressed the murderous intent churning in his chest and approached Xilun step by step.

Robert stopped when he was only two meters away from Siron.

His towering figure completely blocked out the faint light filtering in from the alley entrance, and the enormous shadow enveloped Xiren as if it were a physical entity.

"I didn't want to take action in the corridor near His Excellency Lund just now, because that would have broken the club's rules."

Robert hissed, his voice echoing through the narrow alley, hoarse like a trapped animal, "But now, without those annoying tutors around, I'm asking you one last time."

Robert stared intently at Siron's face, half-lit and half-shadowed under the umbrella.

"Have you been accepted as a disciple by Lord Lund? Tell me now, and all past transgressions will be forgiven. Otherwise—"

At this point, Robert stopped talking and suddenly stretched out his right hand, his five fingers grabbing at Celen's left shoulder like iron pincers.

His movements were extremely fast, accompanied by a whistling sound as if tearing through the air. He clearly wanted to give Xilun a hard time and completely destroy his psychological defenses.

Faced with this sudden attack, Xilun didn't even lift an eyelid.

He was still holding the umbrella with one hand, and the scallion bread in the other.

He took a bite of bread, chewing slowly, his brow furrowing slightly, as if he was somewhat annoyed that someone was disturbing his meal.

Immediately, his brows relaxed, and he regained that maddening calm.

"Excuse me." Xiren swallowed the bread in his mouth, his voice flat and without any inflection. "I'm in a hurry."

This complete disregard ignited Robert's anger.

"Perhaps it was our encounter before your baptism that gave you, a bastard from the slums, a ridiculous sense of confidence."

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Robert said through gritted teeth, "But I think facing the gap between class and bloodline is the eternal line that you lower classes should learn."

A cruel glint flashed in Robert's eyes.

"I can show you now the true depth of the Baron Ocelli family."

The difference in breathing techniques is far beyond what you can learn with that cheap, mass-produced "Iron Wall Breathing" technique at a club for a few pennies!

Before he could finish speaking, Robert suddenly tightened his grip on Celen's shoulder with his right hand.

As the "Dawn Breathing Technique" was being frantically activated, a faint blue glow emerged from his palm.

This blue light, with its extremely strong penetrating and destructive power, attempted to directly invade Xilun's muscle fibers and tear them apart completely.

However, the moment the blue light touched Xilun's shoulder, it seemed to have struck an indestructible steel wall.

Beneath Sirenna's seemingly ordinary clothes, a layer of light black scale-like texture quietly emerged.

These scales, tightly packed together, radiated a deep metallic luster, effectively blocking Robert's proud power of dawn, preventing it from advancing even an inch.

Xilun remained in that position, without even swaying his body.

He looked at Robert calmly, as if he were looking at a child showing off his strength in front of an adult.

Robert felt as if he were gripping a block of ancient ice. Not only could he not be harmed, but a subtle force of recoil was transmitted back through his arm, making his hand go numb.

He became even more frantic.

He was all too familiar with that indifferent, dismissive gaze, as if it were treating him like a child.

He had seen it in his high and mighty father, and in his eldest brother Ross, who always looked down on him.

But now, a piece of scum from the slums who doesn't even know aristocratic etiquette dares to look at him like that!

"You're being far too arrogant!"

Robert roared, his left hand instantly clenched into a fist, and with a piercing whooshing sound, he slammed it fiercely toward Xiren's face.

He used 80% of his strength in that punch. He didn't intend to kill his opponent here, as getting into a murder case would be very troublesome.

But if this arrogant commoner isn't given a lesson he'll never forget, and his teeth aren't broken, he probably won't say another word.