novelraw Chapter 442 - 426: The Thirteen Seats...Who Are They?
Chapter 442 - 426: The Thirteen Seats...Who Are They?
"What did he mention?"
Red Dragonfly felt itchy with curiosity, wishing she could just open up the Master of Ceremonies’ head and find the answer herself.
She never imagined that the Master of Ceremonies’ mind was filled with so many forbidden secrets they all knew nothing about.
The Master of Ceremonies didn’t keep them in suspense and answered directly:
"That person warned, if there’s ever an opportunity to meet with the Thirteen Seats or Lord Judge, never use those eyes to peek!"
The Master of Ceremonies paused, recalling the man with the bizarre mask.
He mimicked the other person’s mocking tone as he repeated the words that had left a deep impression on him:
"A glance at the Thirteen Seats, and you’ll go blind; a glance at the Lord Judge, and you’ll die. Because..."
This time, no one interrupted the Master of Ceremonies. In the communication channel, everyone held their breath, as if awaiting the unveiling of some earth-shattering secret.
The Master of Ceremonies lowered his voice, continuing in that flippant tone:
"Because inside each of them, they nurture a bunch of rebellious children."
The original words used the term "nurture."
The Master of Ceremonies hadn’t understood the meaning of that person’s words until just now when he peeked and suddenly had an epiphany.
The communication channel fell into dead silence until, after a long while, Red Dragonfly’s voice came through with a slight tremor:
"So, the Thirteen Seats and the Lord Judge, they’re also nurturing the Evil Sacrifice? No wonder we at [Destiny] are always so keen on catching the Evil Sacrifice; turns out this is where the root issue lies?"
Wild Beast mumbled:
"So, the Thirteen Seats and the Lord Judge are the Evil Sacrifice among the Evil Sacrifice."
Captain of the Constables interjected, halting the increasingly dangerous topic:
"Wild Beast, be quiet!"
Wild Beast fell silent but couldn’t help asking:
"Captain, have you ever seen the Thirteen Seats or Lord Judge?"
The Captain of the Constables coughed, firmly stating:
"As the captain of our Squad 103, I... ahem, I don’t have the privilege of directly meeting the Thirteen Seats or Lord Judge.
However, I did have the honor of receiving guidance from a Vice Chairman on a special mission once, an unforgettable experience."
Red Dragonfly chuckled:
"So, what you’re saying, Captain, is that the three of us are holding you back."
The bald-headed Captain snorted but didn’t continue, instead shifting the topic:
"Alright, Master of Ceremonies, tell us, how should we deal with this person?"
The Master of Ceremonies was silent for a long time; as the team’s eyes and strategist, he truly had no idea how to advise.
This sudden guy with his mysterious identity and unknown strength could be a hidden boss on par with the Thirteen Seats—how was the Master of Ceremonies supposed to handle that?
It was clearly out of his league!
The Master of Ceremonies had too much faith in his eyes.
With these gifted "White Eyes," he had seen through countless disguises and observed essence.
However, this time, the "White Eyes" led him to severely misjudge that man’s strength.
But in some sense, his judgment wasn’t entirely wrong either.
Wild Beast couldn’t hold back any longer and spoke up again:
"Captain, you misunderstood me. What I mean is, if the Thirteen Seats and Lord Judge are the Evil Sacrifice among the Evil Sacrifice, does this mean..."
Wild Beast collected his thoughts for a moment and then came to an obvious conclusion, slowly speaking:
"Does becoming qualified for the Thirteen Seats mean capturing the Evil Sacrifice alive and nurturing it within oneself before finally consuming it?"
Hearing this, Red Dragonfly burst into laughter, teasing:
"Wild Beast, I admit you have a point, but you don’t think our Captain has that ability, do you?"
The Master of Ceremonies suddenly had a flash of inspiration, as if he realized something, exclaiming urgently:
"Red Dragonfly, don’t interrupt—let Wild Beast finish."
Wild Beast blinked and said:
"I overheard earlier that this man is named [Zheng Hang], pretending to be an associate member of [Destiny], to fool young girls. So, I thought..."
Wild Beast, usually all about battles, unusually didn’t want violence today and instead showed a peaceful and wise expression:
"Maybe we can help him cement this identity, not as an associate member, but directly recruit him as a full member of our Squad 103?"
Red Dragonfly: "..."
Master of Ceremonies: "..."
Captain of the Constables: "..."
Three whole seconds passed before there was sound on the communication channel again.
Red Dragonfly licked her lips, using a seldomly serious tone:
"Wild Beast, I owe you an apology—you actually used your brain. However, I think your idea is still too conservative.
If we can recruit him into our squad, even a full member—perhaps the Captain’s position, actually... ahem..."
She stopped mid-sentence, coughing uncontrollably, as if choking on her own audacious thoughts.
The Master of Ceremonies, seeing this, didn’t pursue the topic further. Instead, he changed the subject, asking pensively:
"Captain, has a position in the Thirteen Seats recently become vacant?"
His tone carried a subtle probe, as if suggesting something.
The bald-headed Captain listened to the lively discussions on the communication channel, his mouth twitching.
He understood that his subordinates were making plans.
He felt both gratified and a little sour inside.
Gratified because his subordinates had indeed grown, even Wild Beast learned to strategize and understood that within the [Destiny], it was not all about battles; there was also the human aspect;
Sour, because it seemed he, as captain, had become their "stepping stone"?!
The bald-headed man bared his full set of black teeth, answering solemnly:
"Indeed, a vacancy has appeared, in the Ninth Seat position!"
As soon as his words settled, the communication channel fell silent, as if even the air had frozen.
Immediately, the three of them spoke in unison, their tones uncontrollably excited:
"Captain, do you think it could work?"
The bald-headed Captain rubbed his shiny head, clenching his set of black teeth hard, a fierce smile appearing on his face:
"There’s nothing that can’t be done—have you forgotten the creed of our [Destiny]?"
Wild Beast, Red Dragonfly, and the Master of Ceremonies all straightened their expressions, responding word by word:
"Destiny is determined by people; human will conquers the heavens!"
Outsiders never knew, although [Destiny] was a notorious organization, its core ideology had always been filled with positivity.
This almost obsessive belief might just be the fundamental reason why [Destiny] ranked above other evil organizations.
The bald-headed Captain pondered deeply on his subordinates’ ideological clarity, finally adding one last menacing note:
"I hope he doesn’t reject our goodwill, otherwise, when the passage is opened, one of the Thirteen Seats is bound to come down, delivering [Destiny]’s judgment!"
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