On the Ark.

A renowned Lupo warrior, the top henchman of the family patriarch Rusas, and a figure of great renown in the mafia known as the "Tyrannical Black Wolf," is now dressed in an incredibly stupid waiter's uniform, holding an incredibly stupid toilet brush, standing in a nearly flooded toilet, staring at an unidentified brown object floating above the toilet bowl.

Luther only wants to kill.

Lin Ye patted Luther on the shoulder and said, "Let me make it clear beforehand, this has nothing to do with me. I haven't used this toilet yet; it was set up by the previous tenant. He just closed the toilet seat beforehand, so we didn't notice it at first. I just lifted the toilet seat, and wow, the smell..."

Damn it! You bastard! You beast! Can you shut up?! Can you please stop talking?!

Luther roared inwardly!

Don't you know that our Lupo warriors have a naturally superior sense of smell? Do you think I can't smell the stench of decay in the toilet?! I can smell it! I really can! So please, please stop talking!

Luther really had the urge to shove a toilet brush into Lin Ye's mouth. Wasn't the reason he became a member of the Mafia to avoid being bullied?! Now he not only had to endure bullying, but this stench!

Standing in front of the toilet, Luther thought sadly that he might as well have provided "room service" to Lin Ye.

"Ugh, I can't stand it anymore, the smell is too strong." Lin Ye left the restroom. "I'll leave this to you now, thanks for your hard work."

Forget about all that hard work! Get back here! I'm a Lupo warrior, I'm a notorious member of the Mafia, not a toilet-cleaning janitor!

Luther roared inwardly, but what he said aloud was, "Okay, leave it to me."

My teeth are almost crushed.

What infuriated Luther even more was that despite making such a sacrifice, he still hadn't seen the "Ghosthunter." The toilet was located on the outside of the room, in the hallway near the exit. It was about five or six meters from the bed, separated by a wall, so Luther couldn't see the person behind the wall at all.

He could normally tell how many people were in the room by smell. However, his nasal passages were now filled with the pungent stench, making it impossible for him to count people by smell. The fact that he hadn't passed out from the stench was a testament to his skill.

But he absolutely cannot go back like this!

Although the plan to use drugs to take away the "Ghost Seeker" now seems unlikely to succeed, he at least needs to confirm whether the "Ghost Seeker" is in this room, and what the man's relationship is with the "Ghost Seeker." As long as he can get this information to Rusas, Rusas won't be too concerned about the plan's failure.

He could find out all this simply by going through that wall. But acting rashly would only alert the other party; he had to do it silently… In other words, no matter what, he had to unclog that damn toilet in front of him!

Luther held his breath, then slowly bent down, picked up the toilet brush, and plunged it hard into the center. At that moment, yellow water splashed onto his face, soaking him completely. In the stench, Luther felt his vision blurring.

He didn't know if it was tears or something else.

Luther hadn't felt this humiliated in ages. He felt like he was no longer a noble Lupo, but a dog. The last time he felt this way was before he left Syracuse, when he and Rusas were defeated by a woman with a "silver wolf."

That wasn't even a battle; it was a one-sided... beating. Before that, Luther had never known that he and Rusas could be so weak. And it was that woman who had driven them all the way out of Syracuse, and to this day they dared not return, and it was precisely for this reason...

Ah, I'm reminded of sad things again.

Luther shook his head.

Don't think about it too much. You'll never see that woman again. Just focus on dealing with what's in front of you.

It took Luther about ten minutes to finally unclog the wicked toilet. Watching the clean water flush the brown substance down the drain, Luther felt as if he had defeated a thousand armies. He immediately put down the brush and began washing his hands and face. Whether it was his imagination or not, Luther felt he had acquired an unclean smell that he couldn't wash off no matter how much he washed.

Damn it, stop thinking like that!

Luther took a deep breath; he knew this was his best chance to complete the mission. He gently pushed open the bathroom door and tiptoed out. But as soon as he stepped out, a cold female voice rang out: "What do you want?"

He paused for a moment, but when he realized the voice was coming from inside the room, he felt much more relaxed. However, he didn't show it and instead replied respectfully, "I've unclogged the toilet and wanted to report to the gentleman from earlier... By the way, where is that gentleman from earlier?"

As Luther spoke, he naturally glanced over, and then he finally saw the "Ghosthunter," who was standing by the window, arms crossed, coldly watching him.

She is indeed an extremely beautiful woman.

This was Luther's first thought, but the woman's eyes were cold, even giving Luther a sense of threat. As a Mafia henchman, Luther naturally recognized this as murderous intent, which surprised him. Apart from the "Silver Wolf," he had never seen a woman with such a murderous aura. No wonder she was the legendary "Ghosthunter"—how could she have traveled the continent alone without some kind of ability?

Oh, it seems like it's not just one person. Wasn't there also that man from earlier?

Luther calmed down a bit, then asked casually, "Was that your husband just now?"

Skadi hummed in agreement, then added, "This is none of your business. You can leave now."

“Okay, I’ll be leaving now.” Luther took two steps back, then pretended to remember something and turned to Skadi. “Speaking of which, my original job was to deliver midnight snacks. Miss, would you like some?”

“No need,” Skadi said calmly. “You can leave now.”

As expected of the "Ghost Hunter," he was much more vigilant than the man from before, but it didn't matter; he had already achieved his goal. Luther nodded subtly, said "I understand, goodnight," and left the room, thoughtfully closing the door behind him.

After leaving the room, Luther stood by the food cart, deep in thought.

The "ghost hunter" is indeed not simple; she's very wary. The chances of forcing her into submission with drugs are too low. It's better to find an opportunity to force myself on her. Okay, okay, I'll tell Rusas that later.

As Luther was thinking this, he was about to push the food cart away when a familiar voice sounded behind him.

"Hey, waiter, wait, wait."

Luther turned his head and saw Lin Ye walking over from the other side. The flesh on his cheeks twitched involuntarily. Seeing Lin Ye, he could almost smell the fragrance of the toilet, but he dared not show it and could only force a smile: "Sir, I have unclogged the toilet for you."

"I understand, thank you." Lin Ye stood in front of Luther's food cart and smiled. "I see you've brought out such a cart of food, it's not easy to explain it back home. How about this, you take this cart of late-night snacks to room 322. My friend lives in that room, she probably hasn't eaten enough yet, she'll definitely be happy to eat it if you deliver it there."

Luther: "..."

You bastard, you really think I'm a waiter, don't you!

Luther's heart was roaring.

"Okay, I'll deliver it right away." In order not to be discovered at the last minute, Luther decided to finish the act. After all, he had already unclogged the toilet, so what was a little food delivery? So, in front of Lin Ye, he pushed the food cart to room 322 and even knocked on the door politely.

"Who is it?" a woman's voice came from inside the room.

Hmm... this voice sounds familiar.

Luther was puzzled, but before he could figure it out, the door was opened. He looked up, saw who it was, his pupils contracted, and the hairs on his body immediately stood on end.

Silver, a silver-white wolf?!

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Author's note: Nineteen more chapters are still owed.

Chapter 377 The Silver Wolf (3K)

Luther initially thought he was seeing things.

How could she be the "Silver Wolf"? How could she be here? She should still be in Syracuse!

He thought this to himself, hoping he was really mistaken, but when Lappland walked out of the room, allowing Luther to see her face more clearly, he realized he wasn't mistaken. It really was the "Silver Wolf," the madwoman who had single-handedly driven him and Rusas out of Syracuse.

When Luther met Lappland's gaze, he felt a dull ache in his buttocks. Years ago, she had sliced ​​off half of his buttocks with her pure white sword. He had barely survived, but had been bedridden for a full month. From that moment on, he was a broken man. While scars were the best badges of honor for the men of Syracuse, when those badges were etched onto his mutilated buttocks, they became the greatest shame.

After escaping Syracuse, Luther had seen the "Silver Wolf's" crazed smile and terrifying figure swinging a knife at his backside countless times when he closed his eyes. This fear tormented him for many years, so when he confirmed that the "Silver Wolf" had indeed appeared before him again, his body trembled uncontrollably, and he almost dropped the plate in his hand.

"Huh? Who are you?" Lappland stared at Luther, frowning. "I don't know you."

No, you don't recognize me?

Luther was stunned at first, then felt ecstatic.

Yes, so many years have passed. The Silver Wolf should have forgotten him long ago. After all, the number of Lupo killed by the Silver Wolf in Syracuse could fill a small mountain. It's normal that he wouldn't remember him. Moreover, Luther has changed a lot since his time in Syracuse, and he's wearing a waiter's uniform. There's no reason why the Silver Wolf should be able to recognize him at a glance.

Even those who don't recognize him should remember his scent; after all, the "Silver Wolf's" sense of smell is among the best, even among the Lupo tribe. Anyone who has fought her and whose scent she remembers, even if they escape to the ends of the earth, is unlikely to... wait.

Seeing the "Silver Wolf's" slightly furrowed brows and wrinkled nose, Luther suddenly realized something.

Yes, the "Silver Wolf" couldn't possibly recognize his scent! Absolutely not!

Because he was covered in poop!

He reeks of shit from head to toe!

In this way, even if the "Silver Wolf" has the keenest sense of smell, it will be impossible for it to distinguish his scent from the fragrance of excrement.

Thank goodness.

Luther felt a sense of relief, even secretly thanking Lin Ye for making him clean the toilets. The smell of excrement provided him with a natural disguise, giving him the opportunity to conceal his identity in front of his nemesis. Luther calmed down a bit; his back stopped aching, his legs stopped shaking, and even his buttocks… well, they still hurt a little.

But Luther had calmed down considerably. He told himself that he was no longer a Lupo warrior, but just a waiter. So he forced a smile again and said in a friendly voice, "Dear customer, I am a waiter at the hotel, here to bring you your supper."

"Late-night snack?" Lappland's eyes widened, then she took two steps back, glaring at Luther. "What do you take me for? I don't eat shit!"

"Uh, I didn't mean for you to eat shit, I meant for you to have a midnight snack. Your friend sent me over." Luther also betrayed Lin Ye, "It was your friend who lives in 357 who instructed me to deliver the midnight snack to you."

"357? This quack doctor wants to feed me shit?!"

“It’s not about eating shit.” Luther didn’t know why they were getting hung up on such a disgusting topic. All he wanted to do was get the midnight snack to the “Silver Wolf” as quickly as possible, make a run for it before it recognized him, and then tell Rusar about its appearance, “This is the midnight snack. The stench you’re smelling isn’t coming from the snack, it’s coming from me…”

Lappland took two steps back, covered her nose, and looked horrified: "You pooped in your pants?"

Luther's expression stiffened: "Of course not, it's just my job..."

"Your job involves dealing with shit?" Lappland immediately asked.

Luther was speechless. In Syracuse, he felt helpless against the Silver Wolf's swordsmanship, and now he felt that the Silver Wolf's rhetoric was equally superb.

"Ugh, I can't take it anymore, stay away from me," Lappland said.

Luther nodded with a sigh of relief: "Okay, since you don't want it, I'll leave now."

Now I have a perfect excuse.

Luther pushed the food cart and was about to leave, but before he had taken two steps, Lappland suddenly spoke up again: "Wait."

His body froze instantly.

Because he sensed that Lappland was standing right behind him.

It has been said that when you are in the wild with your back to a wolf, never turn around, because the moment you turn around will be your death; the wolf will bite your neck in an instant. This saying also applies to the Lupo tribe. The Lupo warriors' favorite and most proficient tactic is to attack from behind and silently decapitate their opponents.

And now, Lappland stood right behind Luther, in a position he had absolutely no chance of resisting. Luther knew very well that with the "Silver Wolf's" swordsmanship, she could cut off his head in a second, just as she had cut off half of his buttocks in an instant back then. So he dared not turn around, and could only ask in a slightly trembling voice, "Is...is there anything else?"

Lappland didn't say anything, but took two steps forward, getting closer to Luther.

The feeling of Lappland closing in sent chills down Luther's spine, and cold sweat beaded on his forehead. He felt that Lappland had her sights set on him, and that his head would be on the ground in a second. He wanted to fight back, but without any weapons with him, resistance was just wishful thinking. Moreover, the vast difference in strength between them was something that weapons could never bridge.

What should I do?

Luther had no idea; he could only resign himself to his fate and close his eyes, awaiting his destiny.

However, several seconds passed, and nothing happened.

Luther slowly opened his eyes and found that Lappland had walked from behind him to in front of him. She wasn't looking at him, but was bending down to stare at the late-night snacks in the food cart and even sniffing them.

“Oh, you were right after all,” Lappland said. “The food smells good, it’s just that you smell bad.”

So, the original goal was still food?

Luther subtly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and forced a smile: "Of course, how could we possibly send our guests something stinky?"

“Yeah, right.” Lappland nodded, then thought for a moment and said, “Then I’ll eat a little. I wasn’t full just now. That quack doctor is so stingy.”