West of the sea.

Fusac Empire, Port Cesar.

"Where is the person you are talking about?" Bishop Wilster Dale of the God of War Church said with a serious face.

He carries a giant sword with a handle wider than the door panel behind him. He is not wearing a large robe like ordinary priests, but is dressed in a suit suitable for activities. His arms and calves are also equipped with arm guards and legs that exude spiritual fluctuations.

A, the style is wild and looks extremely extraordinary.

"Please come with me, Bishop Dale."

With a smile on his face, the tavern owner led Wester Dale and his members of the God of War Church to the underground wine cellar.

In front of the wooden door, Wilster Dale narrowed his eyes, stared at the tavern owner's face and said: "You should know the consequences of deceiving the Church of the God of War. Believe me, I will tear you in half."

The tavern owner waved his hands repeatedly, "How dare I!"

He swallowed and crossed his fists in front of his chest in the posture of the God of War Church. "By God of War, every word of my old Bard is true."

Wilster Dyer sneered.

The next second, he reached out and pushed open the door, highlighting the determination of an extraordinary person with the 'Warrior' path.

Of course, there are also some timid pagans who despise their perseverance and courage as brainless fools.

Bang!

The wooden door made a loud noise.

Wilster Dale stepped in without hesitation.

The light in the wine cellar was very dark, with only some lamps made of sea fluorite hanging around, emitting bursts of dim light.

There is a table and some chairs in the center.

Wester Dale looked around and saw a slender, muscular man with deep eyes, a white-haired man about thirty-five years old. He was wearing an Intis-style long windbreaker, hunting boots, and two bags at his hand.

A long sword with a strong and deep temperament.

"Extraordinary person of warrior path." Wilster Dale made a judgment in his heart.

And he almost immediately realized that the other party's level was not low, and he did not belong to the Church of the God of War.

That is to say...

A wild 'warrior'.

"I didn't expect it." Wilster Dale took off the giant sword from his back and sat down opposite the white-haired man, "There are still warriors wandering around these days."

Since the war between the Kingdom of Loen and the Feysac Empire began, the power of the Church of God of War has shrunk greatly. For one reason or another, all the Extraordinaries in the warrior path have received varying degrees of 'special treatment' from other official churches.

Quite bleak.

Nowadays, wandering ‘warriors’ are quite rare.

Of course, it's also very suspicious.

"White Wolf, you can call me White Wolf." The white-haired man raised his head.

Under the dim light, his eyes took on the amber color of a beast.

"White Wolf?" Wilster Dale said noncommittally.

After a pause, he went straight to the point, "I heard that you can help me deal with some people?"

"As long as the price is reasonable, I can handle it, whether it's a human or an extraordinary creature." The white-haired man rubbed the long sword in his hand as he spoke, "This is the meaning of my existence."

"I understand the joy of fighting." Upon hearing this, Wester Dale showed an experienced expression.

But then, his face became serious, "But the people I want to kill are in the Church of the Night, the Aurora Society, and the Witch Sect. Can you handle it?"

After hearing this, the white-haired man leaned forward slightly and said in a casual tone: "Name, I will give you a quote."

Wilster Dale was silent for a moment and said with a smile: "It seems you have some useful cards... Well, let me think about it, I want the life of Sherlock Moriarty, the saint of the Aurora Order.

How much should I give you?"

"Heh, it seems those dark guys from the Aurora Society have indeed brought you some trouble." The white-haired man chuckled.

Wester Dell asked back: "So, you are not from Fusac? Looking at your figure and appearance, you thought we were compatriots."

"I'm a wanderer." The white-haired man shrugged, "The country means nothing to me."

The conversation changed, "If it's a famous gentleman... I want this number."

As he spoke, he held out three fingers.

"Three hundred thousand is a very reasonable price." Wilster Dale nodded with a very cheerful attitude.

"In addition to the reward, the extraordinary items and extraordinary characteristics left behind by the other party must also belong to me." The white-haired man added slowly.

Wilster Dale was still cheerful, "No problem, as long as you can kill him, you can keep everything."

money?

What's the use of money.

If you can get rid of that dark and weird bug, you won’t have to worry about it no matter how much money you spend!

The white-haired man smiled and said, "Well, I want a 20% deposit!"

"Okay." Wilster Dale waved back.

Immediately, a man trotted over and placed a heavy money bag on the table.

Wilster Dale was about to speak.

Suddenly, a sticky, mud-like feeling crawled over my body.

He felt that his consciousness was in a trance, and even the white wolf in front of him had double images.

"You!" No matter how stupid he was, Wilster Dale realized that he had been tricked.

The white-haired man didn't hesitate and slashed with two swords!

Unfortunately, Wilster Dale was not able to become the bishop of the Church of the God of War because of his kindness. Even though his consciousness was quite vague, he still relied on instinct to swing the broad sword and blocked the attack of the white-haired man.

"Get out!" Wilster Dale shouted angrily.

The white-haired man took a few steps back, with a slight smile on his lips, "Stop resisting and become my new marionette."

"Secret Puppet...you...are not a warrior..." Wilster Dale spoke with difficulty.

"You say I'm not, but I think I am." The white-haired man shrugged, "How come a warrior who engages in backstabbing isn't a warrior?"

Wilster Dale:???

Finally, the spiritual thread was completely controlled, and his eyes gradually dimmed.

"Huh..." The white-haired man breathed a sigh of relief.

He looked at the members of the God of War Church who had died quietly at the door, touched his smooth chin and murmured: "It's not enough..."

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! As he was talking, a young man with black hair, elegant temperament and a bookish air came to this underground wine cellar. He took off his hat to the white-haired man and said, "Well done.

,Mr. White Wolf.”

"It was your good plan, Mr. Moretti." The white-haired man smiled slightly.

At this time, another evil and cold-looking man with pale skin emerged from Wilster Dale's body. He teased and said: "What about me? If I hadn't controlled him first, you could have succeeded so easily.

?"

"Of course, of course, I can't forget you, graceful..."

"Respectable..."

"Compassion and love..."

Klein and the white-haired man said in unison: "...Mr. Moriarty."

Looking at each other, the three people showed the same expression on their faces and smiled.

After laughing for a while, Klein said: "Okay, today's program is over. Let's get out of here quickly."

The white-haired man and the handsome man nodded.

Then, the two of them slipped into Klein's shadow strangely.

Klein pressed the brim of his hat and skillfully put away the valuable things here, as well as the body of the Bishop of the God of War Church. His whole body suddenly turned into a ball of flame, burned, extinguished, and disappeared without a trace.

Twenty minutes later, the daughter of a wealthy businessman named Kleine Capet took a carriage and left the chaotic port.

…

…

"The acting has reached the critical point." Kleine, the gender-transformed version of Klein, was sitting in the carriage, holding a tea cup very elegantly.

After going to sea, she experienced many hardships and dangers, and was finally promoted to the 'Puppet Master'. She successfully summarized the rules of acting, treating each puppet as an independent person, and staged a wonderful puppet show from time to time.

So far, Klein has a total of four marionettes in his hands.

Clarinet Cape - the angel of lust and the witch of disaster who acts recklessly.
To be continued...