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“I think… I still need to hone my skills.”

Rod remained silent for a while then gave his answer.

It was the truth, he felt that he had not yet fully digested the pressure brought on by being a [Demon Hunting Expert]. If he sought to advance at this point, failure was the only possible outcome!

“You must remember, a steadfast mind is the basis for a Demon Hunter to advance! We must continually lean towards the light to resist the pervasive and encroaching evil!”

The old Demon Hunter devoutly made a prayer gesture: “Open up your heart, let the Goddess help you!”

“I already did!”

Rod said impatiently.

“Your heart just isn’t open enough…” The old Demon Hunter frowned: “Without achieving a complete ‘sanctification’ of your mind, you’ll never be able to ascend to the [Sacred Warrior] of legend!”

“I know that! I’m trying!” Rod forcefully suppressed his growing frustration.

“It’s good, this is after all the Pottery family, a Demon Hunting lineage that has produced a sixth-level [Guardian of God]… You must remember that this is the only path for you, one proven by your forefathers.”

The old Demon Hunter’s stern expression softened gradually: “There’s one more thing, I have to leave. I received a mission from the church, I am heading to the Central Federation!”

“There’s a mission? Why aren’t you taking me with you?” Rod, his nose super sensitive, quickly picked up on something.

“Hehe…Your enthusiasm for the mission proves your loyalty to the church, but this time… you can’t…” the old Demon Hunter shook his head: “The Demon Professionals in the mission are dangerous, extremely dangerous, exceptionally dangerous! Not suitable for a ‘newbie’…hm, although you are already at the third level, you can’t be considered a real veteran.”

“Sounds more interesting, who’s the target?” Rod licked his lips.

“A strong member of the Angus Gold family, he’s been seen in the Central Federation…” the old Demon Hunter said nonchalantly: “Angus Gold…When you’re alone it’s best not to mention this surname, it might attract some unwanted trouble, but of course…it won’t matter when you’re with me.”

“A family name that can’t be mentioned?” Rod tilted his head and thought: “Seems like I heard my father mention it, I always thought it was just a story. Looks like, this time the target is quite formidable, a fifth-level legend? Old man…be sure not to die.”

Though he found this teacher annoying, and his faith as stubborn as a rock in the toilet, after all, he had taught him a lot.

“If I were to die, it would be the Goddess’s will!”

The old Demon Hunter chuckled: “While I’m away, you can accept missions from the church yourself and exchange for things you want…”

After he finished speaking, he disappeared into the fog.

Rod stared at the place where the old man vanished, his gaze suddenly becoming deep.

He left the dense forest step by step, returning to a rundown rental apartment. This was his temporary lodging, shared with a bunch of people, he only had a single room.

Clang!

Rod opened his door, a letter had been tucked under it.

He flung aside the hamburger and juice he bought, opening the envelope first and skimmed through it, a look of excitement appearing on his face: “He’s finally back.”

Rod, unconcerned about food, quickly packed and prepared to leave the city.

As he reached the door of the apartment, a man suddenly appeared in front of him.

He recognized him—it was the landlord, a man as fat as a pig and stingy to the core.

At this time, the fat landlord blocked him: “Marvin… You’ve been a three-day late on the rent, if you don’t pay up I will have to throw you out onto the streets.”

Rod frowned: “How do I remember… Don’t I still have a deposit with you? Isn’t it enough for the rent?”

“Deposit?”

The landlord stepped forward, saliva flying from his glossy lips that looked like two sausages, “You dare to talk about deposit? You damaged my furniture, not to mention the water and candles you used… That all costs money!”

He counted on the fact that those who could only afford his low-budget apartments were social underclass and bankrupt laborers whom he could exploit without restraint.

“Landlord, I have something to say to you…”

Rod glanced around and then at the drawing nearer landlord: “Disgusting fly, I’ve put up with you for too long!”

Bang!

After he finished speaking, he punched the landlord’s fat face and walked away.

Meanwhile, in Hua Nuo Town.

Su Lu had put on his ‘Raven’s Mask’, assumed a new identity and settled in.

‘Mind Magic’ made it easy to modify people’s memories, so his current identity was the distant nephew of a local merchant—Howard.

This young man was a traveler who had just finished exploring the charm and horror of the ocean. He was planning to stay at his uncle’s place for a while.

He had to forge this identity to keep any possible surveillance close at hand.

Su Lu’s power had risen recently, and with it his audacity. He wanted to see if he could use his exposure to catch the tail of the Black Death Society.

As for any clues he grasped, if he could handle them he would, accumulating experience.

If he couldn’t, he’d directly report them to the church or The Eleventh Bureau.

Unexpectedly though, the town remained peaceful for several days.

Seemed the Black Death Society’s influence hadn’t reached Hua Nuo Town yet.

Then again, considering the distances between the various towns and cities of the West Coast, unless the message was actively delivered, waiting passively for it to disseminate took some time.

So Su Lu calmed down and continued to wait.

The next morning.

Dressed in casual loose clothing, as he tasted the local specialties of milk and apple pie, he also read the newspaper.

“Terrifying attack takes place in Lore city, the City Hall declares a state of emergency?”

What first caught his eye was a line of enlarged and bolded Common Hebrew that made his mouth twitch: “As expected… ‘Mysterious Elder’ Bukadi, after witnessing the true form of the ancient snake, would encounter some big problems… I hope the Dougweir family can handle it, but even if they can’t, there’s still the Federation and the church.”

Immediately after, another piece of news caught his attention:

“Francis consortium invests heavily in building telegraph lines on the East Coast? Was it done by Orchi Francis?”

Su Lu stroked his chin.

Back in Green Tree Castle’s Inner Circle, he had made a deal with them. He invested using his patent in exchange for a large amount of points; this formed the foundation of his rise in the Inner Circle.

However, he still held on to a certain share.

“I hope they don’t forget about my dividends or else…”

Danger flashed in Su Lu’s eyes. Although he was well aware of the tricks these consortiums played—initially, such large-scale constructions definitely would result in losses with no dividends, pressuring investors to put in more money or face dilution of their shares—these were all common tactics.

Nonetheless, if they went too far, he wouldn’t be as helpless as an ordinary person!