Chapter 245

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Chapter 245: I’ve Even Made It to Vice President!

Not far from the tavern opposite the Goldhunt Town Adventurer’s Union, there is a dark alleyway, squeezed between two huge buildings of trading companies, facing the bright and spacious hall of the Adventurer’s Union across the street.

However, after passing through that alleyway, one arrives at a place of shabby, old, and messy low buildings.

This place gathers vagrants, disabled people, drunkards, lower-level adventurers, and discarded Superoperators, referred to as the "extraterritorial living area" by the people of Goldhunt Castle and other adventurers.

To be honest, from a distance, the overgrown ground and nearly collapsing houses, combined with the stench of decay and the trash scattered everywhere, make this place look more like a den than a living area.

Upon arriving here through the alley, Ranster rubbed the faint dark marks on the wall and looked into the "den" where numbed and desperate people lived, squinting his eyes.

However, after saying goodbye to the lord, he was already dressed in ragged clothes, and at first glance, he seemed to belong here.

Crossing an empty space where a drunken man lay, stepping on heaps of garbage, Ranster put on the hood of his burlap robe.

He entered a group of shabby, dark, and damp shacks that were barely standing, his face still strangely indifferent, stepping over those who were nearly dead or no different from the dead, moving like he was in a spider’s web, until he finally reached the front of an inconspicuous small house made of wooden planks.

Surprisingly, on the worn wooden door of this shabby little house, there was a simple magic circle sealing this place.

It was as silly as locking a toilet seat—after all, in the eyes of most people, what was so important here that needed a magic seal to protect it?

However, Ranster was not surprised by the appearance of this magic circle. He placed his hand on the magic circle on the wooden door and activated his magic.

This simple magic circle could not stop Ranster, the vice president of the "Truth Society." Soon, the magic circle slowly unraveled, and the wooden door creaked open.

When he pushed open the door, he saw a pile of dry hay that had been there for who knows how long. The whole room was dark and dusty, with light coming in through holes and cracks in the wooden walls and ceiling.

However, compared to other places, there was something very strange here.

That is, there were no mice or insects at all.

Ranster stepped into the room, closed the wooden door, and quietly raised his right hand, pulling up his sleeve. A black, solidified, special magic flowed from his fingertips, covering his forearm and forming a layer of crystalline, static magic.

"You don’t need to hide there anymore, it’s one of us… respected Priestess Chyzh."

As he spoke, a rustling sound came from the haystack, and a gentle woman in a robe emerged from it, turning off the invisibility feature of her gray cloak.

She clearly did not look well; her face was pale with a hint of gray, and while her right hand under the gray robe looked normal, her left hand seemed to be losing its form, constantly shifting between solid and misty, as if it might transform into swirling black smoke at any moment.

This person was none other than Chyzh Winchester, who had escaped from Palgauro City before.

Ranster looked at her, and his expression finally returned to the playful smile he had before. He clicked his tongue and said, "Oh my… Priestess Chyzh, it really is you— I saw the new distress signal from inside the church and couldn’t believe someone had arrived in Goldhunt Town, but I guessed it might be you who managed to survive. I didn’t expect it to actually be you!"

Chyzh Winchester studied him for a long time before she spoke in a hoarse voice, not fully convinced.

"You are… Priest Ranster? What happened to you… Those ugly geometric lines on you, are they the mark of the Truth Society? Have you joined the Truth Society? What’s going on?"

She watched Ranster with caution.

Although he used the familiar Ultimate Power, after a succubus had displayed such power in front of her, Chyzh Winchester’s beliefs had been shaken, and she no longer dared to see the ability to wield the Lord’s divine power as a sign of devotion or loyalty.

"Not only have I joined the Truth Society, but I am now their vice president," Ranster said, spreading his hands. "But don’t worry too much, Priestess Chyzh, this is an arrangement from above—I’m just carrying out my task. Being with those desperate crazy mages and warlocks is beneficial for our Lord and the church."

Hearing Ranster’s explanation, Chyzh relaxed her guard and let out a sigh of relief.

"Alright, I understand… So, what are you doing in Goldhunt Town?"

"Ah, I’m just carrying out a plan, but I happened to see the marks you left," Ranster showed a relieved expression, "I’m really glad I was careful, or I would have missed Priestess Chyzh—everyone thought you were dead. Some people from the church believe you died two years ago, while others think you died last month."

"I am not dead, and in fact, I almost succeeded in completing the plan."

When Chyzh Winchester heard Ranster’s words, she raised her left hand and gritted her teeth, saying, "It’s all because of that damn succubus…"

Watching the unstable hand wrapped around "Ultimate Power" and listening to Chyzh Winchester’s words, Ranster was momentarily stunned and then broke into a somewhat joyful smile.

"What succubus? Could you share more? It might be related to my mission!"

"It’s a high-ranking Abyssal Demon, seems to be an interrogator? I’m not quite sure… Anyway, her appearance interrupted my plan," Chyzh glanced at Ranster’s expression and his eager words, as she gradually remembered her past experiences with him, and she couldn’t help but hold back a bit, "Why do you want to deal with a succubus?"

Ranster noticed Chyzh’s doubt but just smiled and shook his head.

"Well… the top officials of Seychelles approached me and asked me to get rid of a succubus and take something from her. However, I didn’t plan to help them with this task, after all, the more chaos in the mainland, the better… But besides me, they also found that old man who could match the ‘Sword Master,’ and I hadn’t figured out how to make things difficult for them… But after meeting you, I got an idea."

Ranster said this, and when Chyzh Winchester heard the words "top officials," she couldn’t help but grit her teeth, showing a hint of anger.

Seeing her expression, Ranster continued to smile.

"I wonder if Lord Chyzh Winchester… would be interested?"