Have you had enough, Miss Vampire? It's time to get down to business.

Le Guin Pound narrowed his eyes slightly, examined it carefully for a moment, and said:

"I didn't expect you to come to the appointment in person."

"You've come all this way here. Wouldn't it be rude if I didn't come to see you in person, Mr. 9?"

Lor, with the face of "John the Cleaner", answered with a smile.

……

Lor expected that Mr. No. 9 would come to the appointment in person.

After all, a fanatic who is madly pursuing the power of the dragon will not easily give up the opportunity to "meet the dragon" to others.

Moreover, this is the result that Lor wants to see.

After all, Mr. 9 was one of the guests invited to the tea party and was no ordinary person. Tricking the sage from the Holy City would be a long shot, and Lore needed a partner with sufficient ability.

"Stop the small talk and get straight to the point. What do you want me to do?" Le Guin Pound asked directly.

"Simple. When the sages from the Holy City arrive in Palmer City, you will issue a statement to the church in the name of the 'Dragon Worship Cult,' claiming responsibility for the deaths of Duke Canbury and others."

Lor arranged it slowly:

"As for the reason for the attack, it's also easy to explain. Duke Canbury and the 'Fighter Alliance' behind him intend to steal the dragon heritage. This is unacceptable to you, the Dragon Cult, so they must die."

"……that's all?"

Le Guin Pound looked puzzled. He didn't expect that Mr. 32's method would be so simple and direct.

"That's enough. After all, Duke Canbury is a member of the Fighter's Alliance and has always had a bad relationship with the Church of Holy Light. Therefore, the Church isn't that obsessed with finding his killer." Lor shrugged and explained, "What the Church really cares about is whether the 'treasure house' in the ruins has been opened and whether the Dragon God's descendant contained within is still sleeping."

Having said that, Lor actually knew it well.

That dragon egg has long been dead, and the Dragon God's offspring will never be born.

However, he did not intend to tell these truths to the "Mr. No. 9" in front of him.

"If they discover that the Dragon God's heir has been born and taken away, the Church will certainly not let this go." Le Guin Pound pondered for a moment and said anxiously, "After all, the origin of the 'Dragon' is too special, an existence that transcends all extraordinary powers... If this power reappears in the world, existing rules and order will be completely shattered!"

Oh?

Hearing this, Lor raised his eyebrows slightly.

It seems that the people of the "Dragon Worship Cult" do have a lot of understanding of the characteristics of the dragon race... That's right, the dragon race can constantly absorb the extraordinary power around them and use it for their own benefit. It is equivalent to the existence of cancer cells. If it is allowed to develop, all the extraordinary power will be absorbed by them.

By then, apart from the "dragon", there will be no other extraordinary beings in the world.

If I am not mistaken, this is the reason why "Holy Light", "Lilith", and many other transcendent beings of the same level attacked the dragon clan and eventually wiped them out.

"Until the Dragon God's heir has fully grown, its existence should be concealed as much as possible, and it should not directly conflict with the Three True Sources."

Le Guin Pound continued:

"Asking us, the Dragon Worship Cult, to take responsibility for the Duke of Cambury's murder is no problem. We've done similar things many times before, and at this point, we're not afraid of further offending the Holy Light Church or the Fighters' Alliance..."

"However, the sages of the Holy Light Church are no simple matter. They likely have a way to confirm whether the ruins have been opened, and naturally know whether the 'Heir of the Dragon God' is still sleeping within... How do you plan to deal with this?"

At this moment, Lor blinked and smiled:

"If they want to confirm it, then let them do so... because in the end, the Church will only conclude that 'the heir of the Dragon God is dead and will never be born into the world.'"

66. Tried and tested

Mislead the Church of Holy Light and make them believe that the "Descendant of the Dragon God" is dead?

Le Guin Pound's eyes widened when he heard this bold plan.

Indeed, in this way, the newly born offspring of the Dragon God will be temporarily safe... As long as it can avoid the eyes and ears of the three major sources and find a place with abundant spiritual power to live, this giant dragon will be able to grow rapidly and become more powerful!

"How do you plan to make the sages of the Church of Holy Light come to this conclusion?" Le Guin Pound asked.

"Coincidentally, I have a dead dragon egg in my possession," Lor replied calmly. "I'll have the church members 'accidentally discover' this egg, and then let them draw the conclusion we want on their own... Of course, this will require some guidance, and you'll need to play a role in this process."

"I see." Le Guin Pound nodded slowly.

Using a dead dragon egg to mislead and confuse the church...

It's a feasible plan.

However, he never expected that Lore had no intention of "misleading and deceiving the church." On the contrary, his true purpose was to inform the church of the death of the Dragon God's heir.

After all, he himself is also a member of the church.

Of course, the premise of all this is not to expose yourself.

As for the dead dragon egg, Lor did not intend to hand it over to the church. He just wanted them to take a quick look and confirm its existence.

After all, it contains quite powerful dragon power, and maybe Meimei will be able to use it in the future.

"So, where is this dead dragon egg now?" Le Guin Pound asked again. "If we want to do this perfectly, we must make arrangements in advance so that the church members can find it at the right time and place. This way, they will be more convinced."

"Don't worry about that. When the time is right, I will naturally hand the dragon egg over to you." Lor pulled out the old silver coin that was the token of the Dark Moon Society from his pocket, toying with it seemingly casually, and said quietly, "...The 'Mistress' will provide us with assistance."

……hostess?

The mistress of the Dark Moon Society?

Will she stand on our side too?

Le Guin Pound was slightly stunned.

The strength of the "hostess" is indeed unfathomable. She is most likely an existence above the usual hierarchical system and the embodiment of some extraordinary source... However, obtaining her assistance is by no means easy.

You must provide "chips" that can arouse her interest.

But the mind of that being is really hard to fathom.

The "hostess" rarely appeared at the tea party. Even "Number 9" Le Guin Pound, who had a relatively high number and had been a member of the Dark Moon Society for some time, was far from knowing her well.

To date, Le Guin Pound has only met the "Mistress" three times and has never had the opportunity to communicate with her alone.

However, looking at the attitude of "Mr. No. 32" in front of him, it seems that he has already regarded the hostess's assistance as a foregone conclusion... What chips does he hold in his hand that makes him so sure?

and many more.

Le Guin Pound suddenly recalled that earlier at the tea party, Mr. 32 had used the word "she" when referring to the person behind him...

Could it be that the person behind him is the "hostess" of the Dark Moon Society?

Thinking of this, Le Guin Pound suddenly got goose bumps all over his body.

Suddenly I felt that many things made sense.

The reason why the "hostess" holds tea parties from time to time is definitely to achieve her own goals... Even if she rarely goes in person, she will definitely send her servants and spies to participate in the event, to intervene and guide the guests... And the "Mr. No. 32" in front of us is very likely such a person!

All his actions were in accordance with the will of the "Mistress"!

If this is true, it means...

A great being, unknown and long hidden behind the curtain, is finally about to take the stage! And the first thing she has to do is restore the long-lost "power of the dragon" to the world!

Le Guin Pound's breathing became increasingly rapid, as if he had already smelled the coming bloodbath.

There was a bit more awe in the eyes looking at "Mr. No. 32".

……

well.

Although Mr. No. 9 didn't say anything, from the flickering expression on his face and the shock in his eyes, Lor realized that he had successfully pretended to be cool again.

Previously, he was mistaken by Vann as a "Judge", and now Mr. No. 9 mistook him for a "servant of the mistress of the Dark Moon Society"... Of course, this was all the result of Lor's deliberate hints.

This trick really works every time.

Of course, the reason why Lor did this was not just to show off, but also to make Mr. No. 9 in front of him give up his concerns and cooperate with him fully.

And then again, to realize Lor's plan, he does need the assistance of the "mistress".

Fortunately, Lor did have some chips that could interest her.

There are two in total.

First, the will residing in the "flowing light" asked Lor to convey the words to the hostess before it dissipated - "The 'holy light' once went to the land where the gods died and lost its human form there."

This seems to be quite important information for the hostess.

Second, Isabella and Meimei had seen the vision when they touched the dead dragon egg, which was a scene in which the ancient dragon god was besieged by multiple transcendent beings.

The hostess has always been curious about dragons, so she is likely to be interested in the content of this illusion.

[Heh, that's a good plan, but I have a feeling you're going to fail this time.]

At this moment, the voice in my head set a reassuring flag:

[Although the Holy Light's decree also said that you can appropriately draw on the power of the mistress... uh, I remember her real name was 'Thousand Faces'? But Lor, maybe the Holy Light is actually trying to trick you! You must be careful!]

It's right to be cautious.

But if you shrink back and hesitate because of it, then you won't be able to accomplish anything.

Lor thought silently.

"You should have the Dark Moon Society's token with you, right?" He looked at Mr. 9, who was still a little shocked, and said quietly, "Go to Palmer City and lie low. When the time comes, the mistress will naturally give you instructions through the token."

Having said that, Lor paused for a moment, then emphasized his tone:

"If all goes well, perhaps in addition to the opportunity to meet the dragon, you can also get additional rewards."

"I... will do my best." Le Guin Pound took a deep breath and replied with a gleaming gaze, "After all, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for us, the Dragon Worship Cult."

"You just understand."

Lor nodded, a meaningful smile on his face.

……

In this way, the preparations for dealing with the sages of the Holy City are complete.

It's time to go home.

"Hmm, I don't know what's going on at home right now..." Thinking back to the nightmare he had two days ago, Lor couldn't help but feel a little uneasy. "I hope Isabella didn't cause any trouble while I was away... At least, my house should still be there, right?"

Look, it's a pigeon!

Card text...

A small day to sort out my thoughts. o(^╥﹏╥^)o

67. Damn, I was so careless!

Early in the morning, in Mrs. Marty's home economics classroom.

There is still some time before the morning class.

Isabella snapped her fingers lightly and used a simple spell to open the tightly locked door. Then she took Meimei's hand and tiptoed into the classroom.

"How is it, Meimei? Have you found anything?" She asked, patting the little girl's head gently.

"Hmm... there's a smell!" Meimei closed her eyes, took a few deep breaths, and nodded seriously, "It's that strange smell that stayed in our house... the smell of a bad guy!"

Meimei, a member of the dragon clan, is very good at distinguishing smells.

Although Isabella's senses are very sharp, she cannot compare to Meimei in terms of sense of smell.

In other words, the vampire who broke into our house yesterday was one of the students in the home economics class... Tsk, I was careless and didn't expect the enemy to be lurking next to me!

However, there are so many people coming here to take classes, who could it be?

Isabella already had a vague guess in her mind.

However, further confirmation is needed.

"Smell it carefully again, Meimei," Isabella instructed. "It would be best if we could use the smell to determine where the bad guy sat during class!"

"Ok!"

The little girl nodded vigorously and took a few deep breaths.

"Hmm... It smells like chocolate butter cookies, so nice..." Meimei's attention was attracted by the sweet scent lingering in the classroom, and she couldn't help drooling.