Chapter 633 - 243: She Shouldn’t Know, Right?

"Hehe..."

Mitra covered her mouth and chuckled, her movements elegant and natural. The sound sent a slight tremor through her body, her chest swaying in mesmerizing ripples.

"Mr. Horant, you’re so amusing."

"Is... Is that so?" Horant was taken aback. He straightened his collar, cleared his throat, and said, "Lady Mitra, I was wondering if you are free this evening?"

"Of course."

"Then I’d like to invite you to the Central City..."

"I’m sorry," Mitra said, gently raising a hand and holding a single, delicate finger up before his eyes. "Mr. Horant, until we have a result concerning that item, I cannot leave this place."

Horant gave a dry laugh and said, "I’ve already had Yemolete take some men to search for it. There should be a result soon... But I’m not sure if anyone else has been there..."

"It’s alright. The great god has told me that it is close by."

Mitra gently turned a ring set with a purple Gemstone on her finger. A subtle stream of Origin Power spread out, creeping around the two of them like a silent mist.

"That’s good,"

Horant breathed a sigh of relief. Surrounded by the hazy purple mist, his bright black pupils gradually took on a purple hue. He spoke as if in a daze, "I do hope you’ll accept my invitation. There are two spectacular gladiatorial matches in the Central City tonight, both meticulously prepared by ’One-Eye’..."

"Gladiatorial matches?"

Seeing his state, Mitra relaxed her stiff posture slightly. Her familiar, bewitching expression returned to her face, and she asked in a lazy, casual tone, "And who are the two unlucky souls this time?"

"The first is a member of the Sea Viper Race captured some time ago, a very strange Deep Sea Transcendent. The second is a Pirate Hunter. But they aren’t the main event. The most important part is their opponents."

"Oh? Do tell."

Horant said with a fawning smile, "They’re two Consul-level Deep Sea Aberrations. I just placed a heavy bet on those disgusting things to win..."

"Aberrations..."

Mitra pursed her lips. ’The same old uninspired stuff,’ she thought. "Then I wish you luck with your bet."

"Of course. ’One-Eye’ has prepared Frenzy Potions. There’s no way those two unlucky souls will leave the Gladiatorial Arena alive."

"Oh... I’m tired. I need to rest..."

After exchanging a few more lines of meaningless drivel, Mitra waved her hand, dismissing the Great Pirate who was so intent on learning the etiquette of the nobility.

"Until next time, Lady Mitra." Horant’s face was filled with disappointment as he bowed and withdrew.

After he went downstairs and was a safe distance away, Mitra returned to her previous spot. She spread her Origin Power, wanting to see what the Little Mage was doing.

"That annoying Horant. If it weren’t for his arrangements, I would never have come here... This place is even gloomier than Nocturnal City. It’s just awful..."

"Hm? He’s gone? Did he leave the city state, or go somewhere else..."

Mitra’s voice trailed off. She spun around abruptly, a delicate shortsword having appeared in her hand. An astonishing Power of the Origin of Desire spread out as she prepared to cast a Divine Art.

"If I were you, I’d stand perfectly still right now."

"It’s you?"

Mitra’s face was a mask of shock and suspicion. Reflected in her slightly constricted pupils was the image of the person behind her: a handsome face with black hair and crimson eyes, clad in a Wizard Robe—Wei’en?

"Are you surprised?"

The newcomer was indeed Wei’en, with Tina standing obediently by his side. He chuckled at Mitra’s astonished expression and said, "To be honest, seeing you here is quite a surprise for me as well."

[You are being eroded by the Power of the Origin of Desire. Because your Origin exceeds 100, you are immune to the effects of desires such as bloodlust, hunger, concealment, and slaughter. Evaluation: A disparity exists in the quality of your Origins... Special Rewards: Survival Points +10, Origin +1, Resilience Level +1, Spirit Level +1.]

After seeing the contents of the notification, the smile on Wei’en’s face grew even brighter.

"But it seems my arrival has caused you some trouble?"

"No, you... When did you get here?"

It took only a second for Mitra to regain her composure and abandon the thought of attacking.

’The quality of the Desire Origin is very high. That brief moment just now was enough to bewitch any Extraordinary below Legendary-rank. But from the looks of this young Wizard, he’s clearly still perfectly lucid...’

"Probably around the time you said, ’Good afternoon.’"

Wei’en let go of Tina’s hand, took a few steps forward to her side, and looked out over the railing, remarking with admiration, "The view of Aleksey City State from here is quite nice."

The afternoon sun was bright. From his current position, he could see rows of shops, each with its own color and style, and the bustling trade district further in the distance.

The liveliness and clamor stood in stark contrast to the tranquility of this place, giving one the feeling of having leapt outside the world to look down upon the insignificant masses.

"I also think it’s... very nice here."

Mitra desperately wanted to appear composed, but for some reason, deep inside, her Origin World—once eroded by the great Lord of Desire—was sending her a warning.

’Don’t move. You can’t move. You absolutely cannot provoke the Wizard before you, or you will die...’

This was a feeling she had never experienced since becoming a Favored One of the Desire Sect. Her body trembled faintly, and the terror in her heart made her feel vulnerable in her short black skirt, causing her to instinctively wrap her arms around herself.

"It’s been a while, Investigator Wei’en."

Mitra could only tear her gaze away from the young Wizard and let it fall on the silent, white-haired girl watching them from behind.

’Oh, Little White Fur... the calamity that brought disaster upon Caster City State...’

’Screw it, I’ll just look at the Wizard.’

Compared to the young Wizard, the expressionless, cold-eyed, white-haired girl terrified her even more.