Category: This Necromancer Wants to Capture the Hearts of Deceased Beautiful Girls

Chapter 120: The Goat Eyes Gang’s Factory

“This is the Goat Eyes Gang’s largest factory. According to my informant, their magical machine, the one that produces an endless supply of alchemical solvents, is hidden somewhere within this facility,” Titus said, pointing towards a large building.

He and Abyss were hiding in an empty house, observing the scene through a window, both disguised in ordinary civilian clothing. Titus had ceremoniously placed the spoon he had been chewing on into a pocket, hidden beneath his clothes, and removed his fedora. Abyss, accustomed to wearing only cloth armor and a cloak, felt uncomfortable in the tight-fitting clothes favored by Lavoisier City residents, constantly adjusting the fabric around his armpits.

Before them stood a large, six to seven-meter tall building, its numerous chimneys billowing smoke, occupying an area of about four to five hundred square meters. It was clearly an alchemical factory, the kind only found in Lavoisier City. Alchemical workshops in other parts of the continent were mere dwarfs compared to this behemoth. A three-meter-tall wall, topped with sharp iron spikes, surrounded the facility.

Abyss instantly recognized the importance of this place to the Goat Eyes Gang. Despite the late hour, nearing midnight, numerous gang members patrolled the perimeter, each wearing a fake glass eyeball around their necks, likely a symbol of their affiliation.

However, Abyss also noticed several ordinary citizens loitering in the vicinity, seemingly aimless, yet their presence felt deliberate.

“Hehe, you noticed them too? Those are my men. My plan is for us to infiltrate the factory first, locate the machine, then have them create a diversion, causing chaos and allowing my men to storm the place and secure the machine,” Titus said with a confident smile. “My men might not be as skilled as those Goat Eyes thugs with their alchemical gadgets, but they’re far more loyal and coordinated.”

Abyss nodded. “It seems you’ve been planning this for a while, even though you claim it’s a last-minute decision.”

“Of course. I’ve been obsessed with acquiring that machine from those Goat Eyes bastards,” Titus said, sneering at the yawning gang members patrolling the perimeter. “I’d rather bury it in my basement and never use it than let those greedy thugs profit from it.”

“Perhaps you can tell me your story sometime. Your dedication to preventing gangs from harming innocents with potions must stem from a personal experience.”

“Of course… I’d be happy to share it when the time is right. It’s not exactly a lighthearted tale,” Titus said, nodding. “Besides, everyone needs a purpose in life, don’t they?”

“Couldn’t agree more,” Abyss said, nodding in agreement. “How do you plan to get in? This place seems heavily guarded. There must be forty or fifty men inside, plus the workers.”

Titus was surprised by Abyss’s accurate estimation of the guard count, but then he remembered that Abyss was a powerful mage, his abilities unfathomable. He didn’t understand magic, his knowledge limited to vague concepts.

“My plan… This place is indeed heavily guarded. The Goat Eyes Gang’s leader values this factory greatly,” Titus said, his expression turning serious. He pointed towards the back of the factory. “There’s a drainage ditch behind the wall. A large pipe leads directly into the factory. However, it’s filled with potion waste, quite toxic. I’ve prepared some gas masks. You can wear one.”

He crouched down, patting a wooden crate at his feet. “The gas masks are in here, Mr. Abyss. Do you need one?”

Abyss stroked his chin thoughtfully. “Hmm… I think I’ll pass.”

“Oh, then I’ll wear one myself,” Titus said, reaching for the crate.

“You don’t need one either,” Abyss said suddenly.

Titus looked up, confused. “I know some Dou Qi, but my body can’t withstand those toxins. Do you have a spell that can enhance my resistance?”

“I don’t have such a spell. Enhancing poison resistance is the domain of Divine Arts users,” Abyss shrugged. “I’m saying, I don’t want to enter through the drainage pipe. Wading through sewage is disgusting. Can’t we just walk through the front gate?”

Titus was about to question his seemingly insane idea, then realization dawned on him. He clapped his hands. “Ah, this is beautiful! I almost forgot, Mr. Abyss is a powerful mage. Alright, let’s go!”

“You catch on quickly,” Abyss said, grinning.

They left their hiding spot, their faces concealed by scarves and their heads covered with the feathered hats commonly worn by Eastern Empire citizens, hiding Abyss’s distinctive hair color.

“Hey, you two, what are you doing here?”

As they approached the factory gate, a Goat Eyes gang member, guarding the entrance, shouted menacingly. This was their territory. No unauthorized personnel allowed.

“We’re just taking a stroll. Is that a problem?” Abyss asked, spreading his hands.

“Are you insane? Do you know whose territory this is? The Goat Eyes Gang! Mr. Eugene Caston’s territory!” the gang member glared at him. “Wait, why are you wearing scarves? Guys! Intruders!”

“Shut up and stay still,” Abyss said calmly.

The moment he spoke, the shouting gang member and the others approaching them froze, their movements arrested.

“We’re going inside. Continue your duties,” Abyss said.

“Yes, sir,” the gang members said in unison, bowing respectfully. One of them even opened the gate for Abyss.

Titus’s eyes widened. He knew Abyss was powerful, but he hadn’t expected this.

Honestly, he had assumed Abyss would use an invisibility spell or something similar to sneak past the guards.

Dominance! This was the true mark of power! Beautiful!

“Hey, Titus, you’re not planning to kill them, are you?” Abyss asked, turning to face him.

“Of course not. I never kill unnecessarily. Besides, disposing of bodies costs money,” Titus replied honestly.

“Then let’s go,” Abyss said, smiling faintly, his hands clasped behind his back, as he strolled through the unguarded gate, entering the “heavily guarded” factory.

Chapter 119: Let’s Go!

Abyss was surprised. “Hmm? Could she have been killed by her own bombs? That might actually be more convenient…”

“Her eccentric behavior is unpredictable,” Titus said, sighing. “You know what she was doing when I contacted her? She had bought a pile of magic crystals and was blowing them up with potions. Her house was littered with shards.”

“Did she tell you why?” Abyss asked.

“I did ask her what she was doing, but she said it was none of my business. I wasn’t really concerned, just curious, so I didn’t press her,” Titus said, shaking his head. “After that, I offered her the job of destroying the Goat Eyes Gang’s warehouses. She agreed readily, without any haggling. I gave her half the payment upfront, and she started preparing immediately.”

This Lannis was an intriguing character. Although finding her might be difficult, Abyss had a hunch about her whereabouts.

She disappeared after bombing the Goat Eyes Gang’s warehouses. Perhaps she had been captured by them. Destroying all their warehouses in one go was a significant blow. The Goat Eyes Gang’s leader must be furious.

Gangs weren’t known for their transparency. They wouldn’t necessarily announce her capture.

“Alright, I suspect Lannis might be held by the Goat Eyes Gang. I’ll try to find her while we’re stealing their machine,” Abyss said. “You can instruct your men to arrange accommodations for my companions. I need to give them some instructions.”

“Of course. I look forward to a successful collaboration, Mr. Abyss,” Titus said with a smile, leaving the basement.

Givia exhaled, relieved. “Thank you, Abyss. Without you, we might be imprisoned by the Black Hats Gang right now. And we wouldn’t have secured these potions at such a reasonable price.”

“Don’t mention it. We’re friends,” Abyss said, smiling, his teeth gleaming white. “Besides, our goals align. Helping you is helping myself.”

“I won’t forget your kindness,” Givia said sincerely. “I’ll repay you when I have the opportunity. If you wish, once I reclaim my throne, I’ll record your name in the Ossi Kingdom’s history books, so everyone will remember your contributions.”

“That’s a bit embarrassing…” Abyss said, waving his hand dismissively. “If you must record something, don’t use my name. I’m rather introverted…”

He didn’t care about the potential inconvenience of having his name etched in history. Fame and fortune were trivial matters to him. He focused on the task at hand.

“Oh, right, Leona, Flora, I have a task for you. Leona, accompany Flora to a clothing store and buy her some new clothes. Any style will do, casual or fancy. And if you need anything, buy yourselves some clothes as well.”

“Eh? Buy me clothes? I don’t need new clothes. This mage robe is fine…” Flora said, waving her hands.

“It’s not for you to wear. I have another use for them,” Abyss said, smiling mysteriously. “But as for the specific purpose, I’ll keep it a secret for now. You’ll find out when the time comes.”

“Where’s the money coming from? Are we supposed to rob a clothing store?” Leona asked, standing up, her hands on her hips. “We don’t have any money.”

“Your Highness, could you lend them some? I’ll repay you the exact amount when I return,” Abyss asked Givia apologetically.

Givia wouldn’t be stingy over a few clothes. “No, Mr. Abyss, I’ll cover the expenses. You don’t need to worry about it,” she said, shaking her head.

“No, no, the Restoration Army needs money more than I do. You should use those funds for supplies. I insist on repaying you,” Abyss said, refusing to take advantage of her generosity. “It’s settled then. I’ll be back later.”

“You really trust that gang leader?” Leona asked, still unconvinced.

“Honestly, as a gang member, I wouldn’t trust him either. But I agreed to his proposal for two reasons. First, I didn’t detect any deception in his words. Titus might seem rough around the edges, but he’s sincere,” Abyss said, patting Leona’s head. “Second, you and Flora are here. Even if he’s an exceptional liar, capable of deceiving my senses, he wouldn’t dare try anything with you two present, would he?”

Leona blushed, flattered by his trust. She tried to maintain a stoic expression, but a smile broke through. “Hmph… Since you trust me so much… I guess I have no choice. Go ahead and rob them. Flora and I will handle things here.”

“I knew I could count on you two,” Abyss said, nodding at Flora as well. “We should be back tomorrow. I’ll try my best to find Lannis. You two just relax and wait for us.”

Flora smiled, nodding silently. “Come back soon.”

…

The Black Hats gang members, following Titus’s orders, went about their tasks. Some woke up the Ossi guards, others arranged accommodations for Givia’s party. A few remained, staring at the corpse with the broken neck.

“Who’s his friend? We need to inform his family. Maybe even deliver the body,” one gang member said, looking at the corpse with a troubled expression. “Ugh, I don’t know him. I don’t want to do this.”

The short gang member who had carried away the previous corpse stepped forward. “I’ll do it. He was a good friend of mine. I’ll take care of his funeral arrangements.”

“Alright, thanks. We’ll leave it to you then,” the other gang members said, relieved, dispersing quickly.

The short gang member picked up the corpse effortlessly and carried it out of the tavern. He entered a dark, deserted alley and dropped the body on the ground.

“Say… Elton, could you fix my neck? It’s quite uncomfortable being twisted like this,” the “corpse” suddenly said.

“Of course, Fallon, my good friend,” the short gang member, Elton, said with a mysterious smile. He crouched down, grabbed the “corpse’s” hair, and pulled. A satisfying crack echoed through the alley as the broken neck snapped back into place.

“Ah, much better,” Fallon, who was supposed to be dead, said, sitting up and rotating his neck. “We successfully intimidated that gang leader. But Master is truly perceptive. He instantly knew what to do when he saw us infiltrating their group.”

“Hehe, that’s Master Abyss for you,” Elton said with a proud grin. “Your transformation magic is impressive. They didn’t even recognize us after you altered our clothes into their uniforms.”

“I was a renowned con artist when I was alive. This is child’s play,” Fallon said, chuckling, his appearance and clothes shifting instantly, transforming him into a completely different person. “You can return to the others. I’ll continue to observe the city, see if there’s anything else I can do. Master Abyss rarely summons us. We can’t just sit around and do nothing.”

Chapter 118: A Machine with Excessive Output

Abyss tilted his head, puzzled by Titus’s request.

“An… adventure?” Leona, sitting beside him, was startled. Having spent years among the nobility, she was well-versed in their peculiar tastes. She glanced at Abyss, his slender frame and delicate features. If he were presented to the Western Empire’s noblemen, he might become a sought-after favorite within weeks…

She looked at Flora, expecting a similar reaction, but Flora’s expression was one of curiosity, not alarm.

Had she overthought it again? Leona scratched her head, confused.

“As long as you sell us the potions, I’ll consider it. Could you elaborate?” Abyss asked. He didn’t mind helping this man. Nothing was truly troublesome for him. That was the convenience of being a high-ranking necromancer. With his capable undead servants, he had a solution for every problem.

“Hehe, it seems this mage is quite confident,” Titus chuckled, placing his hands on the table. “And I see the thirst for knowledge in your eyes. Trust me, this adventure will satisfy your curiosity.”

Leona tried to suppress her overactive imagination, but her mind, filled with years of scandalous knowledge, couldn’t help conjuring up inappropriate scenarios.

“Oh? Now I’m truly intrigued,” Abyss said, leaning forward with a smile.

“Before I explain, allow me to introduce you to the largest gang in Lavoisier City: the Goat Eyes Gang. They only appeared ten years ago. Compared to them, the Black Hats and the Pike Gang are practically ancient. We were both established twenty years ago. The Goat Eyes Gang is a rising star. They arrived in Lavoisier City and, despite facing pressure from both established gangs, seized a significant portion of the market. Their growth has been unstoppable. They now control half of the city’s potion market. They even forced the Pike Gang out of the combat potion business, pushing them into producing luxury goods.”

“There must be a secret to their success,” Abyss said, nodding.

“You’re right.” Titus pointed both index fingers at Abyss. “Initially, both the Black Hats—back then, I was just a nobody—and the Pike Gang were baffled by their ability to produce such a large quantity of high-quality potions. Their prices were about twenty percent lower than ours, a significant difference that attracted numerous buyers. After extensive investigation, we uncovered a startling truth. The Goat Eyes Gang possesses a treasure: a machine that can produce an unlimited supply of high-quality alchemical solvents! It requires no ingredients, just a simple press of a button, and it churns out solvent after solvent!”

Abyss’s jaw dropped. This was intriguing indeed.

Magic in Hai-Teweru, despite its wonders, couldn’t create matter out of thin air. Divine Arts users could create simple substances like air and water through prayer, but it came at a significant cost. Creating matter was beyond the capabilities of mortals.

Even a high-ranking Divine Arts user couldn’t conjure alchemical solvents. They were complex mixtures, far beyond the scope of Divine Arts. Even the Nine Gods themselves might struggle—creating matter was the domain of the Creator God. They were merely his servants, granted limited powers.

And now, Titus was claiming that a machine existed in this city, capable of producing alchemical solvents out of thin air, requiring no ingredients?

Even Abyss, who disliked chaos, couldn’t resist the urge to acquire this machine and study its secrets.

“Alchemical solvents are the foundation of any potion. High-quality solvents significantly enhance the potency of herbs. With access to a free and unlimited supply of high-quality solvents, the Goat Eyes Gang can easily replenish their lost stock,” Titus said, his voice serious. “The crazy alchemist I hired bought us some time, but until now, I’ve been struggling to find a way to prevent them from selling potions to those Iron Lilies fanatics. We’re no match for the Goat Eyes Gang. A direct assault would be futile, and they would have ample time to move the machine—until you arrived.”

“The Eastern Empire shouldn’t lack high-ranking mages. Why me?” Abyss shrugged. “I just casually killed one of your men.”

“I can see your power in your eyes. And under normal circumstances, we wouldn’t be able to afford a reputable high-ranking mage. They’re highly sought after by powerful organizations. They wouldn’t dirty their hands with gang conflicts.”

Abyss instinctively touched his face, wondering what kind of “powerful” aura his eyes emitted.

“What do you say? One job, steal one item, and you’ll save five hundred thousand imperial coins.” Titus looked at Abyss with burning intensity. “And if you’re interested, you can even study the machine.”

Givia glanced at Abyss, worried. She wasn’t sure about the extent of his powers. Although he had effortlessly killed a gang member, she didn’t know if he could handle an entire gang equipped with alchemical tools. Honestly, she didn’t want him to get involved in this mess. He wasn’t one of them, he had no obligation to risk his life for the Restoration Army.

“I accept,” Abyss said, nodding. “It’s a good deal. Five hundred thousand imperial coins for one job. I’ve never done such a lucrative business before.”

Titus clapped his hands excitedly. “Hahaha, this is beautiful! To save your time, we’ll act tonight. How may I address you?”

“Just call me Abyss,” Abyss said casually. “Or any other title you prefer. I don’t mind.”

“Mr. Abyss,” Titus said, bowing slightly, his form awkward. “My men will ensure your companions’ safety. As for the man you killed, I’ll contact his family and offer them compensation. We’ll act tonight. Once we secure the machine, I’ll arrange for its transport to a safe location. Then, you can take your potions and continue your journey, or return home. What do you think?”

“Sounds perfect. Veronica, any objections?” Abyss asked, looking at Givia.

Givia shook her head.

“One more thing. We’re looking for the alchemist you hired, Lannis Consten. Do you have her address?” Abyss asked, slowly standing up.

“You’re looking for Lannis? That’s unfortunate. She’s not easy to find right now,” Titus said, shaking his head. “I can give you her address, but she’s not there. After completing my task, she disappeared. She didn’t even collect the rest of her payment. No one knows where she went.”

Chapter 117: I Want Him to Join Me

“Allow me to explain my reasoning,” Titus said, smiling at Givia. “If I’m wrong, please don’t laugh at me.”

“Go ahead,” Givia nodded.

“First, although your attire, carriage, and accent suggest you’re from the Western Empire, some details about your men betray your true origins. Observe the guards behind you. They’re dressed as mercenaries, their equipment mismatched, but they all share one commonality: They’re wearing long-sleeved shirts that completely cover their arms, without exception. May I infer that their arms are adorned with tattoos, the mark of Ossi warriors? Of course, I won’t ask for confirmation, as I promised.”

The guards behind Givia instinctively stiffened, their eyes fixed on Titus, who merely chuckled, unfazed by their reaction.

The Ossi Kingdom did indeed have such a custom. Every adult warrior had their arms covered in intricate tattoos, each design unique to their clan, a testament to their lineage and their artistry.

“Second, a group traveling from the Western Empire or the Ossi Kingdom, seeking a large quantity of military-grade potions, led by a young woman… It’s a rather unusual combination. Using a process of elimination, I deduced your most likely identity: The leader of the Ossi Kingdom Restoration Army, Princess Givia.” Titus held up two fingers, smiling. “Although this city is quite far from the Western Empire and the Ossi Kingdom, I do keep up with current events. Staying informed is crucial for running a successful gang.”

Givia’s initial anxiety subsided. Titus’s deductions were accurate. She had no counterarguments, and this wasn’t the time for lies or deception.

“Third… Ahem, the third point might be a bit offensive. Please allow me to speak freely.” Titus suddenly seemed embarrassed, pausing for dramatic effect.

Givia considered his request. She had spent years navigating the harsh realities outside the palace walls and was no longer easily offended. “Go ahead. I won’t mind,” she said.

“The third point is, your breasts are truly magnificent,” Titus said, shrugging. “You know what travels fastest? Gossip, especially the kind that appeals to men of all ages. The rumor that Princess Givia, the leader of the Ossi Kingdom Restoration Army, is both beautiful and exceptionally well-endowed is quite popular here.”

Givia blushed. It wasn’t her fault she was blessed with a generous bosom. It was simply a result of her privileged upbringing and a nutrient-rich diet.

But this wasn’t the time for shyness. Her secret was out, and that was far more concerning than her chest size being the subject of gossip.

She decided to abandon her pretense. Taking a deep breath, she said, “I admit, you’re a keen observer and well-informed. Yes, I am Princess Givia. I’m here to purchase these potions for my Restoration Army. We have the support of the people, but my brother, Prince Kevin, who usurped the throne, controls the army. And worst of all, he’s collaborating with an Outer God! We need to enhance our soldiers’ combat capabilities to minimize casualties. Kevin has been suppressing us militarily, so we desperately need these potions.”

Titus, who had likely anticipated this confirmation, simply grinned, the spoon in his mouth bobbing up and down.

“Kevin… Kevin… Ah, the prince who imprisoned his own father and seized the throne, your brother, right?” Titus said, racking his brain to remember who Kevin was. He chewed on the spoon, his interest piqued. “Collaborating with an Outer God? I’m not an expert on them, but I know they’re deities from other worlds, possessing power comparable to the Nine Gods. Why would they… collaborate with a mortal?”

Abyss, during his conversation with Givia earlier that morning, had learned that the Lord of Nightmares wasn’t working for Prince Kevin, but the specifics remained unclear. All he knew was that both of them shared a common goal: to destroy Givia. He couldn’t answer Titus’s question.

“I don’t know. But you might be aware of my nightmares,” Givia said, sighing.

“Oh, yes, I’ve heard the rumors, but no one has connected them to an Outer God. Most people assume Prince Kevin hired a dark mage.”

“I initially thought it was a dark mage too. But the power behind these nightmares isn’t magic. That’s why I investigated and discovered it might be an Outer God,” Givia said, then stopped abruptly. “Sorry, I’ve said too much about my personal matters. I just want your answer. One million imperial coins. Will you sell me these potions?”

“One million… Ah, that’s a lot of money. I could buy a beautiful manor or build new factories. It’s rare to find a buyer willing to purchase such a large quantity of potions. It’s beautiful,” Titus said, clapping his hands softly, a dreamy expression on his face. “I could take a long vacation, travel to exotic lands. It’s beautiful, simply beautiful.”

“So you agree?”

“But… I’m not going to take your money,” Titus said suddenly, stopping his clapping, sitting up straight. “I didn’t destroy the Goat Eyes Gang’s warehouses to inflate potion prices. I’ll sell them to you at the normal price. Five hundred thousand, take it or leave it. I’m willing to help an army that fights for the people.”

“You’re refusing to make a profit?” Givia asked, raising an eyebrow. “I’ve never met such a generous gentleman.”

“Of course, there’s a condition,” Titus said, smiling and waving his hand dismissively. “I just thought of this. I’ll sell you the potions, and you can inspect them before paying. I wouldn’t dream of selling you inferior goods. Once you’re satisfied, pay me, and my men at the city gates will ensure your safe passage. But all of this is contingent on you doing me a favor.”

“What is it?” Givia asked. As expected, this gang leader wasn’t simply being charitable.

“I want him to join me,” Titus said, standing up and pointing at Abyss, who was sitting there, seemingly bored. “I want your mage friend to join me on a little adventure.”

Chapter 116: An Unconventional Gang Leader

“Let me introduce myself. I’m Titus, the… well… boss of the Black Hats Gang in this fine city of Lavoisier,” the burly man said, trying to appear serious, the spoon still dangling from his mouth. But his casual demeanor betrayed his inherent nonchalance. “That fellow Winkler had no authority to negotiate with you. I, on the other hand, do.”

“My name is Veronica. I’m here to purchase your goods,” Givia said, her gaze steady, addressing Titus. Although Abyss’s sudden display of power had surprised her, she was too experienced to show any weakness. Her focus remained on the man who might sell her the military-grade potions she desperately needed. “As you can see, my companions are quite capable, but we intend to acquire these potions through civilized means. Rest assured.”

“Miss Veronica, what is your offer?” Titus asked, slipping into the role of a businessman. “As you know, the recent destruction of the Goat Eyes Gang’s warehouses has doubled the price of potions in the area.”

“I’m willing to offer one million imperial coins for this batch of potions, almost double the original price. I believe this is a fair offer,” Givia said, her eyes locked on Titus. The incense burner, its mood-altering fumes now extinguished, no longer influenced their negotiations.

“Ah… You’ve discussed this with Winkler, haven’t you? You must have proposed this price to him as well,” Titus said, nodding, the spoon in his mouth bobbing up and down. “This price… Well, it’s difficult to say if it’s acceptable… I’d like to know your identities first.”

His gaze sharpened, boring into Givia’s eyes, as if trying to see through her.

Titus appeared to be in his early thirties, young for a gang leader. His face was clean-shaven, his features sharp and handsome. If not for the burn scar on his nose, he might even be considered “pretty.” But his eyes held a piercing intensity that made Givia instinctively want to avert her gaze. She suppressed the urge, reminding herself to maintain her composure during the negotiation.

“I can’t reveal our identities. We contacted Winkler specifically because he promised not to inquire about our backgrounds. Even though you’ve taken him away, our requirement remains the same,” Givia said, shaking her head firmly. “If you insist on knowing our identities, I can only tell you: No comment. We’ll leave and abandon this transaction.”

“First of all, if you were wise, you wouldn’t abandon this deal,” Titus said with a faint smile. “In Lavoisier City, only three gangs control the potion market: the Goat Eyes Gang, the Black Hats Gang, and the Pike Gang. We all know about the Goat Eyes Gang’s current predicament. They have no goods to sell. And the Pike Gang can’t help you. They don’t deal in combat potions. Their factories produce mostly luxury potions with hallucinogenic properties. The good stuff goes to the upper class for their entertainment, the low-grade stuff to the commoners for escapism. If you intend to use these potions for your army… Hehe, that’s simply not possible.”

“We can acquire them elsewhere,” Givia said.

Titus shook his head. “Other places only sell these military-grade potions in small quantities. Imperial law dictates that any purchase of combat potions must be registered. If you try to acquire a large quantity from various sources, you’ll attract the attention of the city guards within a day. You’ll be in deep trouble, and your identities will be exposed.”

“You’re that determined to know our identities?” Givia said, her voice tinged with annoyance. “This large-scale potion transaction is already illegal. Do you really need to know so much? I thought your goal was to make money, not to satisfy your curiosity.”

Titus chuckled, raising his hands to appease her. “Miss Veronica… Or whatever your real name is, you might not be aware of the Black Hats Gang’s principles. Although we engage in illegal activities, when it comes to large-scale purchases of military-grade combat potions, we must know where they’re going, who will use them, and against whom they will be used. Otherwise, we refuse to sell.”

Abyss, who had been listening quietly, raised an eyebrow, intrigued by Titus’s unexpected declaration. He glanced at Leona and Flora, who were sitting beside him, their expressions suggesting they were also curious about this unconventional gang leader.

“You can mock me for being an unconventional gang leader, but I have my principles. I will not allow these potions to be used against innocent people. I was the one who hired an alchemist to destroy the Goat Eyes Gang’s warehouses. My informants told me they were planning to sell a batch of military-grade potions to the Iron Lilies… I couldn’t allow that transaction to proceed.” Titus spread his arms, his gaze distant. “You should have seen the explosions. Multiple warehouses going up in flames simultaneously, plumes of colorful smoke rising into the sky, like a rainbow… It was beautiful.”

“The Iron Lilies…” Givia frowned, clearly familiar with the organization. “You mean those elf-hating fanatics?”

Abyss had also heard of them. The Iron Lilies, founded over a century ago, were a militant group composed entirely of pure-blooded humans. They were extreme racists, harboring a deep hatred for elves. They operated near the Elven Kingdoms, frequently raiding elven caravans and villages. They had even attempted to conquer an elven town once. Any elf captured by them was brutally murdered. The Elven Kingdoms had repeatedly protested to neighboring countries, but since the Iron Lilies weren’t affiliated with any nation, they were treated as ordinary bandits, or, to use a term introduced by a transmigrator, terror*sts.

“Yes. I have no personal connection to elves, but I can imagine the consequences if a large quantity of military-grade potions fell into the hands of the Iron Lilies. Countless innocent elves would die because of their ridiculous ‘prejudice’,” Titus said, spreading his hands. “Now you understand why I need to know your true identities.”

“This…” Givia hesitated. This Titus, despite being a gang leader, a criminal operating in the shadows, seemed to have a moral compass.

“If you’re unwilling to tell me, perhaps you’ll allow me to guess? Men, leave us. I need to speak with this lady privately,” Titus said suddenly.

The gang members, although hesitant, filed out of the basement. One of them, a short man, picked up the corpse with the broken neck and carried it out.

Once they were alone, Titus said, “You don’t need to confirm or deny my guesses. Just allow me to indulge in some speculation. I’m guessing… Your name isn’t Veronica. Perhaps it’s Givia.”

Givia remained composed, but her mind raced. How did he know?

Chapter 115: Shall We Sit Down and Talk Now?

Some of the men in black fedoras carried away the petrified Winkler, while others silently surrounded Abyss and his companions.

“You haven’t harmed our men outside, have you?” Givia asked calmly, her gaze fixed on the spoon-wielding man, showing no signs of panic.

The man raised a hand, signaling his men to hold back, then sat down on the table, casually swinging one leg. “Of course not, Miss. I simply used a potion to put them to sleep. We’ll wake them up once this misunderstanding is cleared. Don’t worry, it’s harmless. They might just experience a loss of appetite for a couple of days.”

“What misunderstanding? Who is that Winkler fellow?” Givia asked.

The man chewed on the spoon in his mouth. “Oh, this is beautiful. Winkler didn’t tell you? Haha, I didn’t expect him to. He’s one of my men. I put him in charge of one of my potion warehouses. I just received word that he had been bribed by the Goat Eyes Gang. He was planning to clear out my entire warehouse and split the profits with them. If you had made your decision a bit faster, he might have already escaped the city with the money.”

Santos felt a pang of guilt. As a general, he shouldn’t have made such a careless mistake. But he had been desperate, seeking a quick solution to the princess’s nightmare problem, and had contacted a deceitful con artist.

The gang members continued to close in. Santos and the guards readied their weapons, prepared to fight these thugs. Leona, although seemingly calm, was ready to unleash her power.

“Alright, boys, take them away. But be gentle with the ladies,” the spoon-wielding man said, seemingly losing interest in the conversation. He hopped off the table and headed towards the door.

As the thugs advanced, Abyss finally spoke. “Friends, if this is a misunderstanding, why don’t we discuss it here instead of resorting to violence?”

The gang members hesitated.

“Our lady dislikes being treated with such disrespect. Perhaps you could show some courtesy?” Abyss said, his gaze sweeping over them.

The spoon-wielding man, who had reached the door, stopped in his tracks, turning around with an incredulous expression.

“What are you talking about? You’re a group of strangers, foreigners seeking to purchase military-grade potions. Of course I can’t have a friendly chat with you. What if you run away?”

“Do you really think your men can stop us?”

“Hoho, come now, it’s just a precaution. If there’s no problem, we’ll let you leave, of course.” The man seemed amused, leaning against the railing of the stairs leading to the ground floor, continuing to direct his men. “Don’t just stand there, grab them. If they resist, use the potions.”

The gang members, losing patience, grinned menacingly, rolling up their sleeves to reveal miniature crossbows strapped to their wrists, loaded with tranquilizer darts.

Abyss remained calm, smiling faintly. He extended a hand towards the thugs.

His hand suddenly contorted, forming a claw. His eyes glowed with white magical light, and with a gesture, one of the gang members was lifted off the ground!

“Ugh… Ugh…” The gang member struggled, his hands clawing at his throat, where a handprint was visibly imprinted.

“I said, our lady dislikes being treated so rudely. Are you deaf?” Abyss’s voice turned cold as he stood up, his hand still gripping the gang member’s throat from afar.

The man gasped for air, his face turning purple.

“What are you doing?!” Another gang member, terrified, pointed his crossbow at Abyss. “Let him go!”

“Put away your pathetic weapon,” Abyss said, his eyes cold and sharp. “Or don’t blame me for not giving you a chance.”

His grip tightened, and the struggling gang member’s movements weakened. His bloodshot eyes bulged, his tongue protruding, as he choked.

Then, Abyss’s hand clenched, a sickening crack echoing through the basement. The gang member’s neck snapped, his head twisted one hundred and eighty degrees. His body slumped to the ground, twitching a few times before going still.

The display of power terrified the gang members. Even the man leaning against the railing stared at Abyss with a mixture of shock and fear.

“You dared kill my man?” he said, his voice strained, but he didn’t dare approach.

“I was merely demonstrating that killing you would be equally effortless,” Abyss said, his smile chilling. “Now, can we talk?”

The man wanted to refuse, but Abyss’s gaze made him reconsider.

Those weren’t the eyes of an ordinary boy. They held an air of dominance and ruthless intent, the kind only seen in those who had witnessed countless deaths. He had initially assumed this gray-haired boy was just an advisor to the busty “Miss Veronica,” but judging by his effortless display of power, he was at least a seventh-tier mage, perhaps even higher!

Fighting a seventh-tier mage surrounded by guards was suicidal!

“This is beautiful… Hey, friend, perhaps we can talk here. I’ve changed my mind,” he said after a long silence, raising his hands in surrender. He pushed past his terrified men, hooked a chair with his foot, and sat down. “I’ll sell you the potions, as long as you offer a fair price. How about that?”

“That’s better,” Abyss said, smiling with satisfaction, sitting back down. “Your Highness, it’s your turn to negotiate.”

Flora stared at Abyss, shocked by his blatant disregard for the necromancer’s creed.

Abyss, sensing her disapproval, glanced at her, winking and flashing a mysterious smile.

Chapter 114: Enchanting Incense and Obedient Water

Winkler seemed to have anticipated Santos’s reaction. He sat down calmly, gesturing for Givia and Santos to join him.

Santos glared at him. He had contacted Winkler not out of friendship, but because he had heard through various channels that this man had access to the gang’s potion supply and wouldn’t inquire about the buyer’s identity. He hadn’t expected such a blatant attempt at extortion, demanding two million imperial coins.

Givia and Santos sat down, while Abyss and his companions, having proven their worth during the previous ambush, were also seated at the table, flanking Givia.

A small incense burner rested on the table, releasing a sweet aroma. Wisps of smoke drifted between the two parties.

“Hehe, don’t worry, the price is negotiable,” Winkler said, chuckling, his thin face crinkling with amusement. “You must have heard about the recent explosions that destroyed the Goat Eyes Gang’s warehouses. Potion prices have skyrocketed in the area. Naturally, our prices have adjusted accordingly. However, if you’re sincere and can guarantee you’ll leave the city immediately after receiving the goods, avoiding any unnecessary trouble, I can offer you a fifteen percent discount. That’s one million seven hundred thousand imperial coins. How does that sound?”

“Still too expensive. I’m questioning your sincerity,” Santos said, his gaze fixed on Winkler.

“My sincerity is unquestionable. What’s the highest price you’re willing to pay?” Winkler asked, leaning back comfortably, observing Givia and Santos.

“One million imperial coins. Not a penny more,” Givia said, her voice firm.

Her counter-offer was bold, slashing the price from one million seven hundred thousand to one million, effectively double the normal retail price, even considering the current inflation.

It wasn’t that Givia was stingy or trying to take advantage of them. She simply refused to pay such a high price for a gangster’s greed and cunning. The Restoration Army wasn’t wealthy. Their funds came from raids within the Western Empire and contributions from princess-aligned ministers. Spending one million seven hundred thousand imperial coins would cripple their finances, leaving them struggling to feed their troops, let alone defeat Kevin and reclaim their country.

One million imperial coins was her absolute limit.

Winkler’s expression soured. “That’s unacceptable, Miss. You’re lowballing us. We won’t make any profit. Even if we’re doing business to make friends, this isn’t the way to do it.”

“One million imperial coins. I don’t believe you won’t make a profit,” Givia said, refusing to budge. “The current price surge is temporary, caused by the destruction of the Goat Eyes Gang’s warehouses, not a fundamental shift in the market. Let me remind you, their factories are still operational. If I don’t buy these potions, their value will decrease as the Goat Eyes Gang resumes production. You’ll be the one losing money.”

Winkler hadn’t expected such a calm and rational response from Givia, who seemed young and perhaps a bit naive. He narrowed his eyes, thinking. “One million five hundred thousand. That’s my final offer.”

“One million. Take it or leave it,” Givia said, shaking her head resolutely.

“Hehe… I see…” Winkler chuckled, standing up. “Please wait here for a moment. I’ll consult with my associates. If they agree, I’ll sell them to you for one million.”

He left the basement, closing the door behind him.

Givia sat there, bored, and glanced at Abyss, who seemed to be smiling.

“What are you smiling about, Abyss?” she asked, curious.

“I’m amused by his outdated tactics,” Abyss said, pointing at the incense burner emitting wisps of sweet smoke. “That incense contains a potion. The formula might have been modified, but its primary effects are calming and mood-enhancing.”

“Is that a problem? Is it poisonous? I brought a poison detection kit with me, just in case,” Givia said, pulling out a thin, corked test tube containing a sprig of emerald green grass.

It was called Poison Detection Grass, a common tool used by alchemists. It was highly sensitive to odors and would turn yellow if exposed to any gas harmful to humans.

Givia waved the grass over the incense burner, but it remained green.

“It’s not poisonous. The potion itself is harmless. But prolonged exposure to its fumes can induce subtle changes… For example, making people more agreeable and easily persuaded,” Abyss explained with a smile. “For example, I’d like you to lie down and take a nap. Would you mind?”

“That’s not a problem…” Givia said, then stopped abruptly, covering her mouth with her hand. She, who dreaded sleep due to the nightmares, was the least likely person to agree to a nap. And a nap now would negate the calming effects of the Fountain’s Draw later that night. Why had she so readily agreed to his playful suggestion?

“It’ll get worse,” Abyss said. “He’ll return and demand one million five hundred thousand, and after some ‘careful consideration,’ you’ll agree.”

“What?!” Santos roared, about to confront Winkler, but Givia held him back.

“Abyss… Shouldn’t you…” Flora whispered, suggesting he use his mind control magic to ensure a favorable outcome.

Abyss shook his head mysteriously. “No need. He’s hiding in the kitchen, about to return. I suspect things will get more interesting soon.”

Moments later, Winkler returned, his face beaming with a smile. He sat down heavily. “Sorry for the wait. Let’s discuss the price again. My associates have agreed to a minimum of one million four hundred thousand. What do you say?”

“Not good enough,” Abyss said suddenly. “Because you won’t be the one negotiating with us soon.”

“What?” Winkler asked, confused.

The basement door burst open, and a burly man with a black fedora and a mangled spoon dangling from his mouth descended the stairs.

“Hey, Winkler, this is beautiful. My loyal Winkler, what are you doing here?”

Winkler’s face paled. Before he could react, the burly man threw a thin glass vial at him. It shattered upon impact, releasing a liquid that foamed rapidly, then hardened, instantly encasing Winkler and his chair in a milky white stone!

“Boys, grab these strangers. I need to ask them a few questions.”

The burly man, his words slurred by the spoon in his mouth, issued his command. A group of men wearing black fedoras swarmed into the basement!

***

NOTE:

(Author’s note: The value of imperial coins cannot be directly converted to the currencies of our world, but we can estimate their purchasing power. One imperial coin can buy one or two bottles of Little Sister Spicy Sauce, a popular condiment invented by a transmigrator, or cover a day’s food expenses for an adult who cooks at home.)

Chapter 113: The Contact

Lavoisier City was vast. Although it couldn’t compare to the bustling commercial hub of Golden Griffin City, considering its humble origins as a small border town, its current state was impressive.

The air wasn’t exactly fresh, filled with a sweet, cloying aroma of potions. Street lamps and shop signs, fueled by potions, emitted wisps of colorful smoke, creating a hazy, almost psychedelic atmosphere.

Abyss was fascinated by the city’s unique sights. The residents’ attire and lifestyle were unlike anything he had seen elsewhere on the continent. Novel contraptions, powered by potions, lined the streets, enticing customers. Abyss didn’t recognize them. Honestly, his knowledge of mechanics was rudimentary at best. He knew more about alchemy, but his expertise wasn’t focused on applications for the living. He vowed to explore these fascinating devices when he had the time and money.

Santos entered the city ahead of the caravan. After waiting for half an hour, he finally returned, accompanied by a man.

The man was lean and wiry, wearing a black fedora and the Eastern Empire’s fashionable tight-fitting clothing. However, unlike others in the Empire, his clothes seemed to be made of a material that was a hybrid of leather and rubber, shiny and brightly colored, setting him apart from the ordinary folk outside Lavoisier City.

“You must be Miss Veronica. It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Winkler, a member of the Black Hats Gang. I’ll be handling your potion business.”

The man, Winkler, tipped his hat and bowed to Givia, his eyes darting around nervously. “If you’d like to conclude our business swiftly and return home, please follow me to our meeting place. I’ve prepared tea and refreshments.”

Givia didn’t follow immediately. She frowned slightly. “I was expecting… more representatives from your gang.”

“Ah, Miss, you see, our boss is a cautious man. We’re not familiar with your background or connections, so he won’t meet you personally, nor will he make a grand gesture. He sent me, his most astute and well-connected subordinate, to handle this transaction. After all, you wouldn’t want to attract unnecessary attention, would you?”

Givia was slightly displeased, but she couldn’t risk exposing her identity. If her status as a princess were revealed, no gang would dare do business with her—supporting a king’s open enemy, even a deposed one, was a risk they wouldn’t take.

“Very well. But you must ensure a smooth transaction,” Givia said.

“Of course, of course, my lady,” Winkler said, his smile ingratiating. “As long as you can provide the necessary funds, I guarantee you’ll receive all the potions you require.”

Abyss observed the smooth-talking man for a moment, then shook his head and retreated to the back of the caravan.

Winkler noticed this but didn’t mind. The green-eyed boy clearly wasn’t the leader of this group. Judging by everyone’s demeanor and positioning, the real decision-maker, the one who controlled the purse strings, was the busty beauty before him.

The caravan followed Winkler, navigating the city’s labyrinthine streets. Lavoisier City had expanded organically from a small town, its growth evident in the haphazard layout of its streets and alleys. They followed Winkler through smoke-filled streets, up and down steep slopes, and across several bridges, finally reaching their “meeting place.”

It was a tavern, seemingly unremarkable. A sleepy male halfling sat on a stool beneath the dimly lit potion-fueled sign.

The halfling, seeing Winkler, opened his half-closed eyes and stood up. However, even standing, he was still half the height of a human, requiring everyone to look down at him. “Hmm? Customers already?” he asked, looking at Winkler.

“Of course. I’ve found a big client for the gang. They’re buying a lot of potions,” Winkler said, gesturing towards Givia. “See this lady? Don’t be rude. Open the door!”

The halfling, as if remembering something, smacked his forehead and quickly opened the tavern door. “Welcome, esteemed guests. If you’re here for business, please proceed to the basement. You can park your wagons in the back. It’s discreet, I assure you. Your privacy is guaranteed.”

Givia wasn’t thrilled about conducting business in a tavern, but she couldn’t afford to act like a princess or a rebel leader. She followed Winkler, who kept flashing her suggestive smiles, into the tavern.

The tavern was located in a secluded area, surrounded by a few dilapidated shops with little business. The tavern itself was mostly empty, only a few dwarves and halflings smoking pipes and drinking.

Leona, walking behind the group, tugged at Abyss’s sleeve. “Abyss, I smell potions, a lot of them.”

“They must have a large stash here, ready for sale,” Abyss nodded, also noticing the strong aroma of various herbs. It seemed Winkler intended to conclude the deal quickly, load the potions onto Givia’s wagons, and have them leave the city immediately.

Such urgency wouldn’t be necessary for ordinary potions, but Givia was purchasing military-grade potions, which were strictly regulated by Eastern Empire law and could only be acquired through the black market. Discretion was paramount.

A door led from the tavern’s kitchen. Winkler opened it, revealing a passage. He led them down the stairs, illuminating the basement with a potion lamp.

The sight that greeted them was impressive. A large table stood in the center of the basement, surrounded by chairs. The rest of the room was filled with crates, emanating a strong herbal scent.

“Welcome, everyone. I respect your time, so let’s be efficient. We’ll agree on a price, you take your potions, and you’re on your way. I’ve already taken care of the city guards. They’ll turn a blind eye to your cargo.”

“Alright, let’s hear your price,” Givia said.

“We have one thousand bottles of Emergency Healing Potions, three thousand bottles of Strength Potions, three thousand bottles of Skin Hardening Potions, and three thousand bottles of Rapid Reaction Potions. Ten thousand bottles in total, all military-grade. Two million imperial coins,” Winkler said with a smile, gesturing towards the mountains of crates. “We can’t sell them individually. It would be difficult to find suppliers for smaller quantities.”

“That’s four times the market price,” Santos said, frowning.

Chapter 112: He Revolutionized Alchemy

Lavoisier City. The name didn’t exist in any of the languages of Hai-Teweru. The one who named this city, three hundred years ago, was the genius alchemist, Baron Bottel Viper, hailed as the “Father of Modern Alchemy” by the people of today.

This great alchemist was, of course, one of the transmigrators from another world mentioned in the journal Abyss had seen in the Divine Realm. The name “Lavoisier” clearly originated from the world this transmigrator came from. Abyss didn’t know its exact meaning, but he speculated that it was a tribute to someone closely associated with alchemy.

Baron Bottel Viper’s accomplishments weren’t as dramatic or world-altering as those of the other four transmigrators. One was the most powerful Paladin in the Church’s history, another a renowned general, another a legendary druid from the Elven Kingdoms, and the last, a male dark elf who achieved unparalleled mastery of shadow magic. But Mr. Bottel simply pursued his passion, spending his days from youth to old age secluded in his laboratory.

He completely rejected the prevailing theories of alchemy at the time, which were primitive and superstitious, essentially boiling down to “throw random things into a pot and see if you can make gold.” He published articles vehemently criticizing several renowned alchemists who claimed to possess the ability to alter fate or even grant divine powers through alchemy, becoming a sworn enemy of charlatans across the continent and facing scorn from the uninformed masses.

However, he quickly proved through experiments that the potions peddled by these charlatans had no positive effects, some even containing toxins that weakened the body, making people more susceptible to their next concoction. He analyzed the ingredients used by these charlatans, exposing their formulas and methods, revealing that they were simply boiling garbage and selling it as miracle cures.

This revelation shocked the people. Bottel was just a young man at the time, and many remained skeptical. But those who valued their lives hesitated, reducing their reliance on these “miracle cures.”

However, simply exposing the charlatans wasn’t enough to bring about real change. They quickly introduced new potions, this time using high-quality, non-toxic ingredients, and claimed that the previous potions were forgeries created by Bottel. These charlatans were wealthy and influential, manipulating public opinion and turning Bottel into the villain, accused of spreading lies and deceiving the masses.

A month later, just when everyone thought Bottel had been crushed by reality and forced to abandon alchemy, he reappeared, this time with a book.

This book systematically explained the principles of alchemy, how magic interacted with potions, the proper use of ingredients to achieve desired effects, and the properties, functions, and compatibility of various materials. This meticulously detailed “Fundamentals of Alchemy” contained accurate formulas for several potions, along with a comprehensive and compelling refutation of the prevailing “alchemical” theories.

Some, intrigued, followed his instructions and created potions that actually worked.

These potions could enhance reaction speed, accelerate wound healing, grant night vision, and they were significantly cheaper than the “cure-all” potions peddled by the charlatans!

Bottel’s book spread rapidly across the continent. The upper class and mages took his groundbreaking theories seriously. Even the most ignorant realized that the so-called “alchemists” were nothing more than con artists preying on the gullible.

The nobles might be willing to spend money, but they weren’t willing to be treated like fools. They took action, collaborating with the Church. The charlatans, facing exposure and prosecution, either fled or were burned at the stake, their fake potions, responsible for bankrupting the poor and poisoning the rich, reduced to ashes alongside them.

For his contributions, Bottel was granted a hereditary barony by the Emperor and rewarded with a small city as his domain.

He dedicated himself to education, nurturing a new generation of alchemists, not greedy charlatans but skilled professionals who contributed to the advancement of medicine, agriculture, and other fields. He also used his knowledge of potions to develop the continent’s understanding of mechanics. His potion-powered machines were revolutionary, but their high cost prevented widespread adoption. His small city, within a few decades, transformed into a thriving metropolis, a testament to the pinnacle of alchemical achievements. The oddly named academy he founded, the Mendeleev Academy of Alchemy, remained a sanctuary for aspiring alchemists across the continent.

This was the story of Rebecca, the genius alchemist girl’s ancestor. It wasn’t a tale of epic battles or heroic deeds, but it was Abyss’s favorite.

The sun was setting, casting a golden glow on the towering structures of the city before them.

“This city embodies the highest level of technology on the continent. They say you can see the future of the continent from here,” Givia said, sitting in the wagon, lifting the curtain, and gazing at Lavoisier City with excitement. “I’ve finally seen it with my own eyes. Even the architecture is different from anywhere else on the continent.”

“Unfortunately, it’s now under the control of gangs. Your Highness, we must be discreet once we enter,” Santos said, his voice serious. “The gangs in the Eastern Empire are ruthless. If our identities are exposed, they might try to exploit the situation and extort us.”

“Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing,” Givia said, smiling, not discouraged. “Is the contact you made in the city, the one with connections to the gangs, ready?”

“He should be. He sent me a signal,” Santos nodded. “But he’s not entirely trustworthy. I can’t fully rely on him. I’ll need to test him first. You should remain hidden for now, Your Highness.”

Abyss, listening to their conversation, chuckled. He realized he hadn’t interacted with criminals in a while. He was actually looking forward to it.

Chapter 111: The Inescapable Nightmare

Abyss, engrossed in an Outer God journal, devoured the accounts of Outer God encounters meticulously documented by Star.

Princess Givia had fallen asleep beside him. The constant fatigue had taken its toll, leaving her unable to engage in a lengthy conversation. After a few questions about Prince Kevin, Abyss had considerately allowed her to rest.

He wasn’t sure if any Shadowlings remained in the vicinity after he had eradicated the previous batch. The Lord of Nightmares clearly possessed the ability to influence minds, making mortals oblivious to inconsistencies and illogicalities. Abyss didn’t believe he was immune. To prevent any remaining Shadowlings from sneaking into Givia’s room, his options were limited: either station a watchful undead spirit in the room or stay awake himself.

He, of course, preferred the latter. Givia wouldn’t tolerate a corporeal undead guard, and leaving a specter to watch over her while she slept seemed disrespectful. Besides, Abyss had nothing better to do at night, so after explaining his concerns to Givia, he remained in her room.

Givia seemed to trust Abyss, who had become a familiar presence over the past few days. Perhaps her constant battles against non-human entities had lowered her guard against humans. She lay down without hesitation, thanking him for his vigilance, and quickly drifted off to sleep.

Her peaceful slumber, however, was short-lived. After reading for a while, relying on his darkvision in the dimly lit room, Abyss noticed Givia’s breathing becoming erratic.

It seemed the nightmares had returned the moment she entered deep sleep. The previous disruption hadn’t granted her even a single night of restful sleep. And his idea of having her wear the Fountain’s Draw, sleep for an hour, wake up before the nightmares began, then repeat the cycle, seemed unfeasible. The pendant’s power likely lasted for an entire day.

He had considered suggesting this loophole to Givia, but she had probably already tried it and failed.

Thus, Abyss spent the night reading and watching over Givia, who was likely experiencing an eternity of torment within her dreams. Finally, dawn broke, a sliver of sunlight piercing through the window, and the guests at the inn began to stir.

“Hmm… It’s morning?” Givia mumbled, rubbing her eyes, her brow furrowed, the remnants of the nightmare still clinging to her. “Abyss, you didn’t sleep?”

“I don’t need to sleep every night. Sometimes I read at night,” Abyss said with a smile. “No Shadowlings attacked you last night.”

Givia smiled and nodded. Although she hadn’t witnessed Abyss in action, judging by the abilities of Leona and Flora, he was no weakling. She felt safe with him as her guard.

“I should get up. We’re heading to our destination today. If all goes well, we should arrive before nightfall. We need to purchase potions and find Lannis Consten,” she said, not lingering in bed. For her, a bed wasn’t a place of comfort. She quickly got up, efficiently donning her armor and outer garments, her movements more like a seasoned mercenary than a princess. Her two years of exile had clearly hardened her.

“I’ll keep an eye out for any Shadowlings sent by the Lord of Nightmares,” Abyss said, tucking the journal into his cloak. “I also need to find Lannis, so I’ll leave the search to you, Your Highness.”

Having someone who shared his destination was convenient. Abyss relished this feeling. With the princess’s men at his disposal, he didn’t need to summon his undead servants and burden them with tasks.

“We’ll help each other,” Givia said with a smile, opening the door. Abyss followed her out.

Several guards were already waiting in the hallway, and Santos, dressed in his merchant attire, stood guard outside Givia’s room. They were surprised to see Abyss and Givia emerging together, but remained silent.

“You-You-You-You-You! Why did you come out of Gi… Veronica’s room?!”

The guards might have remained silent, but Leona, who had just emerged from her room, was far from quiet.

Flora, right behind her, also noticed Abyss trailing Givia, her golden eyes wide with surprise and a hint of questioning.

“Explain yourself! Why did you come out of her room?!” Leona demanded, her face flushed with inexplicable anger.

Abyss was confused by their reaction. He scratched his head. “I didn’t do anything inappropriate. We were just discussing some family matters…”

By “family,” he meant Givia’s brother, Kevin. Everyone present who understood Common Tongue instantly grasped his meaning.

Leona, however, predictably misinterpreted his words.

“You want to start a family with her?! Do you even know who she is and who you are?! You’re just… You’re just…” Leona sputtered, her face crimson, unable to find the right words to express her outrage. Then, remembering that she was also a princess, she trailed off, unable to articulate her thoughts.

“Leona… Abyss probably meant Prince Kevin,” Flora said, tugging at her sleeve.

“Eh? Really?” Leona blinked, her anger dissipating. “Eh? Ah! I… I wasn’t worried! Don’t look at me like that! Stupid ABC!”

…

As Abyss had suspected, neither the sleeping guards nor Leona and Flora, who had been resting with their eyes closed, had heard any sounds of the Shadowlings entering Givia’s room. The creatures likely possessed the ability to move silently or teleport, or perhaps they had influenced everyone’s minds, rendering them oblivious.

The guards, discovering several dead names on their watch schedule, were horrified. Santos even knelt before Givia, begging for punishment. But Givia, recognizing their helplessness, dismissed their negligence.

After packing their belongings and a simple breakfast at the inn, they set off, their horses well-rested and their bellies full.

Their next destination was the most futuristic city in the Eastern Empire, perhaps even the entire continent, renowned for its high-quality potions: the City of Alchemy. It was not only a prime location for purchasing potions, but also the birthplace of Rebecca, the genius alchemist Abyss sought to resurrect, and the home base of Lannis Consten, the explosives prodigy—Lavoisier City!