When the plot-skips players into the game world-Chapter 935 - 302: Mirror Mirror Tell Me

Chapter 935: Chapter 302: Mirror Mirror Tell Me

There was that moment when Christina regretted agreeing to her mentor’s proposal to go to the Spirit Summoning Tower.

With these three thousand gold coins as startup funds, she could definitely advance to the third… at least to the second ability level without a problem! A sprint to the third level is also feasible—

“If you perform well enough at the Spirit Summoning Tower,” Aleister smiled gently, “I will give you a bonus.

“Five hundred gold coins per month as pocket money. This is your special fund for socialization, use this money to go out and have fun. If it runs out, you can ask for more, and I will reimburse you for the materials and resources needed for your advancement… What do you think?”

—This amount of money means nothing to Aiwass, not to mention Aleister who is constantly out in the field at Star Antimony.

She needs Christina to become familiar with people at the Spirit Summoning Tower… Then use her as an intermediary to poach talents directly from there. If possible, some Alchemists could also be taken along.

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Anyway, when the Fallen Celestial Marshal descends, those who haven’t left are most likely going to die randomly. The arrival of a Celestial Marshal in the Material Realm is a kind of natural disaster. It would be a pity indeed if any excellent talents died because of this…

“—Teacher, I suddenly feel that I am meant to live as a great Necromancer.”

Christina no longer cared about using the bedsheet to cover her body.

With her right hand over her chest, she solemnly responded: “Please let me join the Spirit Summoning Tower. Even if it’s for the continuation of my life.”

—It seems that the knightly spirit from Avalon still has a profound impact.

Aleister stroked his smooth chin, pondering.

At least when Aiwass was in Avalon, it was rare to feel that “money could be so useful.” Of course, it could also be because the Supervisory Court is strict in investigating corruption… or possibly because the circles he comes into contact with deal with issues that can’t simply be resolved with money.

Even for Minister Drost, buying him off required not just money but the price of nobility along with manors and territories.

Mere hundreds of gold coins…

Aiwass once bought the Coronet Scepter for “looking cool! Awesome! With special effects!” for six thousand gold coins.

He barely even used that thing…

Not to mention, the Codex Book Aiwass gave to Sherlock was worth fifty thousand Star Antimony Coins. Although Sherlock had a big reaction when he received the book, he seemed rather calm afterwards, all things considered.

—While in Star Antimony, “money” seems to work much better. It appears that money can buy off some people, which actually makes things more efficient.

However, if that’s the case… it’s not suitable to conduct affairs under the image of Beyard and Aleister himself.

After all, she has to cultivate the image of “crazy critic Aleister,” and cannot afford to lower her standards by doing such things.

But she can adopt the appearance of Aiwass—just by changing her hairstyle and outfit a bit, relying on his sinister aura, no one would notice that he is Aiwass. Even if someone did, others wouldn’t believe it.

And when she came to Star Antimony, she realized that this place is truly exhilarating.

Unlike Avalon, which is small and full of troubles. Too many know Aiwass there, and an accidental encounter with someone could be related to friends and relatives. A small mistake could easily break something in her own house, rendering Aiwass unable to perform freely.

But it’s different in Star Antimony.

Aleister can unleash her power without any restraint, and nobody even knows her. People here are particularly susceptible to bribery, and the creatures defeated here are quite valuable—Son of the Moon lives a long life, likely has a lot of money and plenty of good things; each Demon Incarnation is like a high-value blind box, perhaps unlocking the Phantom Demon that Aiwass wants to seal.

Moreover…

With a thought from Aleister, the small crow on her shoulder flew onto the head of the frozen Earl.

A crackling sound was heard, and the ice sculpture directly shattered, breaking into pieces along with the body inside.

—Since the Phantom Demon inside had already been extracted by Aiwass, killing him now poses no danger at all.

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“…Heh.”

Aleister laughed.

Just as Aleister thought.

Although the experience has diminished a lot… these Demon Incarnations, from which Demons were extracted, still provide him with a substantial amount of free experience. After studying Advanced Divine Art, his reserve of experience was exhausted. The Great Sin Scholar is still far from leveling up…

With this new experience factored in, the situation was entirely different.

“I really love Star Antimony.”

Aleister exclaimed sincerely, “I even feel a bit reluctant to leave.”

“Whether you leave or not,” Honey Badger couldn’t help but retort, “we need to finish the task from His Royal Highness the Prince first. Many things can happen in a long night… Why don’t you rest and let me continue the killing?”

Initially, Honey Badger had some reservations about Aleister’s reckless plan—it sounded like turning Leipzig City into a wilderness.

But after clearing the first stronghold, she understood.

It seemed truly fitting to thoroughly eliminate those Demon Scholars.

“Of course, we must do it!”

Aleister responded vehemently, “Don’t you dare steal my victims—we should act together!”

“Alright, alright…”

Honey Badger no longer bothered to criticize Aleister’s harsh words.

“Steal my victims,” this phrase, was actually slang used by the assassins associated with the Hawkeye Organization. It referred to someone else completing an assassination bounty that one was in the middle of handling. It meant sharing the other’s pressure and risking one’s life without receiving the reward.

Although she didn’t know how such a prominent young master as “Aiwass” knew these terms… as long as it was easy, she didn’t care much about handling these minor characters.

If it were up to her, she wanted every strike of her blade to fall on the Son of the Moon. For this purpose, she didn’t hesitate to murder her own kind… but she wasn’t a demon who enjoyed killing.

However…

She glanced at Aleister.

…This exciting, thrilled-to-be-killing demeanor really resembled a little demon.

“What are you thinking about?”

Aleister gave her a cold look: “Do you really think I’m going to kill them one by one?”

“Isn’t that the plan?”

Honey Badger responded.

“Of course not, that would be too inefficient. Let’s complete the task first and then circle back to the killing… I mean, to avoid complications, let’s resolve the core issues first.”

Aleister, feeling his cheeks warming from the thrill of seeing experience again, mentioned nonchalantly.

“So what’s your plan?” Honey Badger asked him.

“Isn’t there ready intelligence?”

Aleister cheerfully touched the mirror beside him and whispered, “Mirror, mirror, tell me… What’s going on at the White Dove Opera House, and who’s the mastermind behind the curtains?”

As a demon capable of moving freely through mirrors, the Mirror Demon had lived in this small city for decades with his master.

No information broker could be more knowledgeable about everything in Leipzig City than the Mirror Demon.

“What do you mean by ‘mastermind’ and to what extent?”

Sure enough, even the Mirror Demon asked in return — it was clear he knew more than one person behind the scenes, more than even his previous master knew.

“Speak your knowledge.”

Aleister said urgently, “You see, your master is dead—a priest will come tonight to transcend his soul.”

“The orchestrator of the rituals is called Alfonso von Pilotti. He is a direct descendent of Pengbonazi. He is both a Curse Ritual Magician and Son of the Moon…

“And the one who guided him in setting up this ritual was none other than Lady Anna Kingsford,” said the Mirror Demon in response.