Sequence adventurers roaming between two worlds

Chapter 87 The Tears of Space: A "Special" Plan (4k words, requesting monthly votes)

In the small basement living room, an exquisitely carved crystal chandelier emits a constant, soft glow.

In response to Leo's question, the bird-faced man chuckled and raised his hand: "A little thing, not even the size of a palm."

"Deep Blue Flame Pearl".

"That is a treasure from the deep sea, which can only be formed by underwater volcanoes with a very low probability. It is also a rare item that can be used as the main ingredient for a Sun Sequence 6 potion."

"It was essentially a gift prepared by the governor of Falling Star Harbor for the bishops of the Falling Star Harbor Sun Church."

"The aim is to ease the current tension between royal and divine authority within the port."

"However, the governor cannot give it away openly, as that would make it seem as if royal power is weaker than divine power. Therefore, an 'auction' will be used."

"Whether it's the promotion of bishops in the Church of the Sun to Sequence 6, becoming true mid-level Sequence Walkers, or the easing of relations between the monarchy and the divine authority in Falling Star Harbor, these are things the Black Market does not want to see."

"Robbing is unrealistic."

"Before the Deep Blue Flame Pearl arrived at the Swan Grand Theatre, no one knew where it was hidden. But once it arrived at the Grand Theatre, the Church of the Sun would definitely send a large number of troops to guard it."

"You can't steal it, but you can steal it."

"And this is also your 'thief's' specialty."

After listening to the bird-faced man's account, Leo remained noncommittal: "It sounds extremely dangerous. What reward can you offer to make us take such a huge risk to steal this Deep Blue Flame Pearl?"

The bird-faced man snapped his fingers: "Of course, I won't let you two do this for nothing."

"I've already told you about Mr. Joker's payment."

"As for you—"

He paused, then suddenly realized that after all this time of trading, he still didn't even know the other party's name.

Even if it's just a fake code name.

"Wolf," Leo casually made up a code name.

"—Lord Wolf." The bird-faced man continued, his tone smiling, "The black market originally prepared for you the work of a seasoned potion concoction master."

"But you have already embarked on the path of sequence, so you no longer need this."

"What would you like to do?"

"A thousand gold coins? Or... an extraordinary artifact?"

Leo shook his head.

In terms of money, he is not short of funds for the time being. He still has more than 800 gold coins on hand, which is enough for the short term, even if he needs to use gold coins to collect materials for the Sacred Heart Potion.

Extraordinary and rare items are indeed useful to him, but he doesn't need them that urgently.

After a moment's thought, Leo said, "I need a magical object that possesses spatial properties and can store items."

He had been eyeing the spatial ring on Captain Gossip's hand for a long time.

Unfortunately, even in the hidden redemption list unlocked by the Medal of Honor, there was nothing similar.

Leo had no choice but to try his luck here in the westernmost part of the world.

He has quite a lot of things now, and having a space to store rare items would be very convenient.

"Hiss—" The bird-faced man took a deep breath and said with a wry smile, "Lord Wolf, you really know how to give me a difficult problem."

But soon, he gritted his teeth and said, "There is indeed a natural wonder in the black market warehouse that meets your requirements."

"It's settled then. You come and get the Deep Blue Flame Pearl, and I'll give you what you need."

Leo shook his head: "Mr. Bird-faced Man, are you trying to get something for nothing?"

"We've taken such a big risk to make this move, the black market should at least give us a deposit."

"Give me and the Joker one of the things we need as a deposit."

"Otherwise, there's no point in talking."

His tone was calm, but it was precisely this calmness that was most deadly.

This means that he is serious, and if the other party does not agree, he will decisively turn around and leave.

The bitter smile in the bird-faced man's eyes grew even stronger.

After a full half minute, he finally sighed and said, "Fine."

He clapped his hands, said a few words to the waiter, who nodded, and after a while, the waiter returned with a tray in his hands.

On the tray, a silver ring lay quietly.

The bird-faced man composed himself and explained, "This is the natural wonder, the Tear of Space. The ring is for fixation and support; the gemstone set in it is the natural wonder itself."

"By using extraordinary power to imprint alchemical marks, one can freely store items."

"The interior of the Tear of Space is a space that is two meters long, wide, and high, and is a very precious natural wonder."

"Lord Wolf, and Lord Clown, consider this as a deposit for the black market."

"I hope you will not let us down."

Leo took the Tear of Space ring and, following the instructions, used the power of shadow to imprint an alchemical mark on it.

The next moment, he touched the tray with his hand.

Without a sound, the tray disappeared, and as he manipulated the power of shadow to touch the ring, the tray silently reappeared.

"good!"

A smile appeared on Leo's face beneath the mask.

After the deposit was accepted, the atmosphere between the two parties became more harmonious.

Leo spoke up: "Mr. Bird-faced Man, our theft of the Deep Blue Flame Pearl may cause friction with the Church of the Sun."

"Do you have any information regarding the guard forces that the Church of the Sun might send?"

The bird-faced man removed the lower half of his mask, revealing a chin that appeared relatively youthful based on his skin condition.

He picked up the coffee beside him, took a sip, and then slowly said, "The relevant intelligence has indeed been collected on the black market."

"The main force of the Church of the Sun in Falling Star Harbor, besides Bishop Bartholon, a Sequence 7 [Burning Priest], is the Lamplighter who maintains the stability of the mystical side of Falling Star Harbor."

"There are three teams of Lantern Bearers, each responsible for the core area, the inner harbor area, and the outer harbor area. Each team has four to five members. Ordinary members are Sequence 9, while the team leaders are generally Sequence 8."

After hearing this, Leo laughed in anger.

"Mr. Bird-faced Man, can we steal the Deep Frost Flame Pearl in front of a Sequence 7 [Burning Priest]?"

The bird-faced man shook his head: "Of course we won't let you do something so obviously impossible."

"The Sequence 7 [Burning Priest] can burn away all darkness; any lurking or hiding is meaningless in front of him."

"On the night of the auction, we will lure Bishop Bartholomew away, making it difficult for him to be present. So, at most, you will only encounter the Lamplighter."

"Among them, the most likely to appear are the second and third squads of the Lamplighters, whose leaders are both Sequence 8."

The spotlighters were Lady Sophia, known as the "Deadly Sun Bee," and Blake, known as the "Sun Hound."

"The captain of the Lantern Bearer at Sequence 8 is certainly very strong, but—how could such a generous reward be without any danger?"

Leo pondered.

Suddenly, he remembered something and glanced at the clown beside him.

Speaking of which, my own brother has even fought against the Lamplighters' team.

It was that time at the old house.

Faced with the attack of the Lamplighters' team, Cheap Bro, at least for the short term, did not fall into a significant disadvantage.

Thinking of this, Leo also remembered it.

Both being Shadow Sequence 9 thieves, Cheap Bro also possesses the unique abilities to manipulate white flames and teleport.

This is definitely not the skill of a "thief".

It must be due to the strange mask he was wearing.

Some kind of powerful artifact? Or something else?

Leo pondered.

From this perspective, Cheap Bro can be considered a Sequence 8 combatant.

He is considered a strong Sequence 9.

If the two of them work together to steal the Deep Blue Flame Pearl, the probability of Bishop Bartholomew being lured away is not low.

"----Can."

After thinking for a long time, Leo nodded.

Just as the two were about to leave, the bird-faced man suddenly spoke up: "By the way, Lord Wolf."

"I set up a special ritual on that Tear of Space ring."

"If you intend to take it far away, I can destroy this natural wonder in an instant."

Leo paused, but said nothing, only raising his hand and waving.

Watching the two figures disappear into the distance, the bird-faced man gradually narrowed his eyes.

During the last transaction, when Lord Wolf was not yet a Sequence 9, he already felt a faint sense of threat.

At this moment, the sense of threat intensified, even giving him the feeling that he might not be a match for the other party in a real fight.

"What a mysterious guy—"

He muttered to himself.

After leaving the Seagull Tavern through another passage.

Leo and the clown quietly made their way back to the dilapidated hut.

Only then did the clown speak: "What are you going to do?"

Leo didn't answer, instead focusing his gaze on the clown mask at his waist: "Mr. Clown, you should be able to briefly fight against Sequence 8, right?"

"With the help of a mask, it's possible," the Joker admitted frankly, without hiding anything.

"In that case, I do have a plan."

Leo touched his chin, a sly glint in his eyes that gave the Joker a bad feeling.

Blake has been very irritable lately.

As he walked through the deserted streets in the night, looking at the buildings with their shadows intertwined under the moonlight, he couldn't help but scratch his hair hard.

He, who has always been very image-conscious, now doesn't even bother to fix the slightly crooked collar of his trench coat.

As the captain of the third squad of lamplighters in charge of the outer port area of ​​the Church of the Sun, he has been experiencing a series of misfortunes lately.

The earliest instance can be traced back to half a month ago.

That was a shooting caused by a blasphemous ritual.

Then came the Masked Fools.

This notorious secret society rarely brings good news wherever it appears.

The third squad of lamplighters finally caught up with this guy, but he still managed to escape and his whereabouts are still unknown.

Further on, the source of his current irritability lies in the doll that was the doll of a woman named Leona, who was suspected to be the mastermind behind the initial blasphemy ritual, after her death.

After a difficult process of sealing and testing, the last glimmer of hope in Blake's heart was mercilessly extinguished.

That doll was indeed the one he least wanted to believe in—a being called a "slave of fate."

The existence of a "slave of fate" implies that behind it is a "master of fate" of sequence 7 or even higher, secretly watching.

So many mysterious organizations have gathered at Falling Star Harbor without prior arrangement. What is their purpose?

Just thinking about it sent chills down Blake's spine.

However, the most disgusting thing in front of him was the "fate slave doll".

Even if this thing is sealed away, it's still not safe; someone has to keep an eye on it all the time.

The team was already understaffed, and with the added burden of patrol duties, both the team members and the team leader suffered from poor sleep and low spirits.

"well----"

Blake sighed deeply, feeling utterly frustrated with nowhere to vent his anger.

Suddenly, his eyes narrowed sharply, like a sleepy hunting dog that had caught the scent of its prey; his pupils instantly became sharp.

He turned his head to look in the southeast direction.

There, a faint spiritual fluctuation appeared, though it was tried to conceal it, it could not escape his "sense of smell".

Moreover, it still has that familiar heretical "smell"!

They are the masked fools!

Without hesitation or delay, Blake made a decisive move, using the Sun Token to issue a gathering command to the other team members, and then rushed towards the direction where the spiritual fluctuations had appeared.

His trench coat fluttered in the night wind, and soon Blake arrived near the source of the spiritual energy fluctuations.

But the sight that came into view caused his pupils to contract slightly.

Under the cover of night, two figures were frantically chasing each other through the old alleyways and buildings.

The former figure was almost blending into the night, seemingly carrying a long, narrow cloth bag.

The figure chasing behind left a cold, white, fiery footprint in its wake with each flash of movement.

As expected, they are the Masked Fools!

He seems to be hunting down some heretic? The two men appear to be fighting over something in that long, narrow cloth bag?

Doubts lingered in his mind, but Blake acted without hesitation.

What the heretics want is what he must stop, no matter what that is.

Bright flames suddenly burst forth from Blake's raised fists, like a spark of fire shared by the sun in the sky, which he hurled with all his might.

Two streaks of crimson light pierced the sky, precisely locking onto the two figures in pursuit.

The figure fleeing ahead looked terrified, completely unprepared for an attack during their escape, and such a fierce one at that.

The figure chasing from behind, wearing a pure white mask, turned ugly.

"boom!"

A blinding burst of fire erupted.

The figure fleeing ahead was swept away by the shockwave and flames, and was sent flying as if struck by a heavy blow, the long cloth bag he was carrying on his shoulder also slipping from his grasp.

Upon landing, he didn't hesitate to blend into the shadows and disappear.

Behind them, the clown, who had withstood the attack by forming a fire shield with cold white flames, saw this scene and immediately rushed forward to snatch the fallen bag.

However, before he could make a move, Blake's figure emerged from the flames not far away.

This is one of the abilities of the [Light Master], which allows them to make short jumps using their own firelight.

Seeing that it was impossible to steal the items, the clown decisively grabbed the clown mask from his waist and pressed it against his face.

His figure had disappeared before another spark fell.

Clearly, they have been teleported away.

Blake looked grim.

It's teleportation again!

Unlike his ability to teleport short distances using his own firelight, the other party's teleportation had fewer restrictions and covered much farther distances.

There is nowhere to find it.

And the other guy, judging from his appearance, seems to be the "thief" of the Shadow Sequence?

In the darkness of night, with shadows everywhere, how do you track down a "thief"?

I'm not a Sequence 7 [Burning Priest], so I don't have that kind of ability.

Fortunately, his efforts were not entirely fruitless.

Blake's gaze fell on the long, narrow cloth bag not far away.

He walked closer and took a look, and his eyes immediately widened in surprise.

There seems to be a person inside the bag?

Why would these two heretics fight over one person?

Blake untied the bag and looked at the unconscious young man inside. His brows furrowed slightly, but soon his eyes widened.

"These are—the victims who disappeared during the previous blasphemy ritual, besides the deceased and Leona!"

"That young man named Leo!"

Blake's heart was pounding.

He suddenly realized that he seemed to have inadvertently grasped a "clue" that could solve the mystery!

The Masked Fools, the thief from the Shadow Sequence, and even earlier, Leona, the "Slave of Fate," are all connected to this "Leo."

Through him, I might be able to see through the fog of the current situation!

Thinking of this, Blake immediately tensed up.

He picked up the unconscious Leo and sped off toward the Church of the Sun.

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