Demon Bible

Chapter 213: Exposed

"They are finally making a move." Zoven's entire body looked a bit rougher now. If he were placed in the North District at this moment, people would immediately curse him as a lowborn scum, summon the North District patrols, verify his identity, and expel him.

Under the current circumstances, judging solely by his outward appearance, apart from having a few fewer scars on his face, he probably looked even more ferocious than the once-vigilant Anse.

At this moment, under Lilian's guidance, he swiftly advanced toward his destination.

Just moments ago, Lilian had noticed some activity nearby. The Desperate Duo seemed to have suddenly received some news, prompting them to push away the women in their arms and head out simultaneously.

It was obvious they had received some sort of remote transmission and had a new mission.

This was the first time Zoven had seen them depart for a mission since he began covertly monitoring the pair.

Usually, these two acted as if they had an endless supply of money, spending their days in a life of decadence and debauchery. If Zoven did not know their true nature, he never would have imagined that the two men practically drowning themselves in the embrace of women could be so incredibly fierce.

Meanwhile, the duo remained unaware that they were being tracked as they went to execute their mission.

Most of their routine tasks were related to smuggling.

Although Nemus had established a partnership with the tavern, and most knowledgeable people knew better than to touch whale products, there were always a few reckless newcomers.It was currently September. Not long ago, the Azure Sky Whale and the Nadeshiko Whale had completed their mating cycle.

Indeed, during the last mating season, the Azure Sky Whale had become pregnant. This time, it transferred the newly matured embryos to the Nadeshiko Whale.

As a result, a batch of newcomers had arrived at the Azure Sky Whale via the Nadeshiko Whale this September.

Compared to a place like Sky Spring City, most outsiders chose to stay in Tail Fin Town for a while.

Among them, there was no shortage of desperate outlaws from other regions.

Many had offended major factions elsewhere and had no choice but to flee here.

Such individuals inherently lacked reverence for the strong.

Upon arriving, the more cautious ones would gather intelligence and gradually integrate with the locals based on the situation.

Others, however, did not care about such things at all; their brains lacked the capacity for forethought.

In their cognition, as long as they acted cleanly—killing people directly, stealing their goods, and finding a place to hide—they could emerge to live comfortably once the heat died down.

In a massive city like Tail Fin Town, who could possibly find them?!

And so, just moments ago, a few audacious thugs took advantage of the tavern staff's negligence to raid a transit warehouse, looting all the stored goods.

Although it was only a transit warehouse and did not hold many goods, this was a matter of face.

The strength of those thugs was quite decent, so Opper had contacted the Desperate Duo.

As for those outsiders, their location was only hidden in their own imaginations.

There was nothing particularly thrilling about the battle process.

Even though the Desperate Duo engaged in prolonged indulgence, their resources were completely different from those of the thugs.

Resources did not merely refer to material wealth, but also to other advantages.

For instance, the quality of their Breathing Technique, their proficiency in sword skills, spells, and various other enhancements.

Those thugs who robbed the goods were still dividing the spoils when the duo snuck up on them. They were all slaughtered before they even had time to mount any real resistance.

"Later, we will hang them on the street corner so those outsiders know who not to mess with," the knife-wielder said casually to his partner, yanking a dead man's clothes to wipe the bloodstains off his blade.

"Then you shouldn't have chopped them to pieces," the bow-wielder complained, clearly unhappy about the sudden increase in workload.

"Hurry up. Let's hang them out and go collect our bounty. We are almost out of money." Hearing his companion's complaint, the knife-wielder replied dismissively, "Once we are done, the drinks are on me tonight."

He had been right in the middle of a passionate moment when he was forcefully interrupted. With his pent-up frustration denied its proper release, it was only natural that he used a bit more force than necessary.

Hiding in the shadows, Zoven accurately caught the knife-wielder's mention of collecting a bounty. They might not need to contact their superiors to receive messages, but they surely had to meet with Nemus's people to get paid.

Zoven immediately realized that the opportunity he had been waiting for had finally arrived.

According to the intelligence he received from Lilian, the most important step to acquiring a Historical Number was to gradually control the historical trajectory while being personally capable of bearing the responsibility of history.

In reality, most people lacked the capability.

They simply had no way to guide the historical trajectory, nor could they bear the responsibility.

However, unwilling to resign themselves to failure, these individuals would attempt to control everything around them, openly and covertly, across multiple facets—only to fall prey to the rule that the more one does, the more mistakes one makes.

Once those mistakes piled up, during a Historical Transition Period, many would expose their myriad of flaws and meet a sudden, violent end.

His father, Westbin, was no exception.

Wanting to control the entire situation, he had used smuggling as a means to manipulate various factions.

He even maintained relatively close cooperation with the Floating World Society, the largest heretical cult at the time.

Consequently, when the Floating World Society was exposed and collapsed, Westbin was dragged down with them.

Judging by Nemus's modus operandi—forcing Zoven's entire family to serve him and threatening to murder them all if they disobeyed—Nemus was definitely not clean.

In his desire to control everything, he was bound to touch upon many of the Church's taboos.

As long as he dug deep enough, everything would eventually tilt in his favor.

Zoven firmly believed this.

The duo remained oblivious to Zoven's surveillance and tracking. After all, the entity currently possessing Zoven was a hero-tier rogue.

Zoven's stealth skills had been tremendously amplified.

Following them all the way, he eventually arrived at a cluster of houses near the North District, not far from the Church. Upon sneaking into a room, he spotted Opper.

'He is near the Church. Sure enough, this man is Nels's subordinate,' Zoven thought, etching Opper's face into his memory.

Since this person could manage smuggling operations for Nemus, he must have Nemus's deep trust.

As long as he continued tracking this lead, he would inevitably unearth Nemus's major secrets.

However, right at that moment, Zoven astutely sensed something and hurriedly dodged to the side.

"An intruder," Opper muttered, his eyes narrowing as he received feedback from his Feather Sky Serpents.

Since advancing to the Iron Rank, summoning a few Feather Sky Serpents was no longer a heavy burden for him.

Therefore, he always kept several invisible Feather Sky Serpents lurking around this area.

As long as the Feather Sky Serpents avoided vigorous movements, even an Iron Rank powerhouse would find it difficult to spot them. They were the perfect hidden guards.

The intruder's stealth skills were exceptionally brilliant, but he had overlooked this crucial detail.

Thus, he had exposed himself.

The Desperate Duo immediately realized something was wrong. They had just arrived, and the intruder had followed right on their heels. It was highly likely they had been tailed.

If they did not handle this well, their bounty might vanish, and how could they go out and enjoy themselves then?