Mo Fan's eyes flickered. He finally found a glimmer of hope after being at his wit's end. As expected of Bola. He could come up with such a brilliant idea at such a crucial moment.
The Eye of Deception!
Not only could he avenge Apas, he could also achieve his purpose of coming to the Sacred City. Euryale was such a timely help!
"You can go back to the inn first. I'll go greet my old friends," Bola said.
"Euryale won't be easy to deal with, right?" Mofan asked.
"None of us are a match for her outside, but it's different in the Sacred City," Bola said.
"Mm, I'll leave it to you."
"It's my honor to be of service to you," Bola said.
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The silver moon was shrouded by a thick dark cloud. The bungalows in the outskirts of the magnificent holy city were mostly residences of peddlers who relied on tourism to make a profit. As soon as the moonlight disappeared, the bungalow district was plunged into darkness. It seemed that even the Eye of the Golden Dragon could not drive it away.
Bola was walking quietly on the street. He did not have to worry about his shadow in a dark place like this.
He went to a shop selling watches and car parts that smelled like engine oil. He saw an old man fixing something with his presbyopic glasses.
"We're closed. You can buy anything tomorrow …" the old man raised his head and stopped mid-sentence.
"Fielding, it's been a while," Bola greeted him with a smile.
"Bola … it's really you! My God, it's been half a century since we last met!" the old man called Fielding exclaimed.
"I feel like it's only been a few months," Bola said.
"You're still the same. I remember I promised you I wouldn't be late for your funeral on the battlefield. Who would have thought you'd be having sex with the young ladies at my funeral in a few years' time?" Fielding complained.
"I don't have long to live either. I'm asleep most of the time. You're my last friend in the world," Bola said.
"Don't say that …"
Just as they were talking, the sound of hurried footsteps came from outside the door. It sounded like the heavy sound of high-heeled boots.
Bola and Fielding immediately stopped talking. Not long after, a woman in a golden leather coat and tall boots entered the room. Her perfectly parted blonde hair matched the sacred robe perfectly. She was so dignified and beautiful that no one would dare to disrespect her!
A Holy Court Mage?
Bola was startled. Had he really gotten old? Was his ability to hide at night so bad that the Holy Court Mages had noticed him so easily?
He was going to be invited for tea again. even though Bola was not afraid of being arrested, it would be troublesome to enter the Sacred Residence..... It would not be beneficial for him to take out Euryale!
"Don't be nervous. Let me introduce you to my granddaughter, Maggie, "Fielding said with a smile.
"Grandpa, you should listen to me and move to the city. I keep sensing an unusual presence of darkness around here. I wonder who's protecting this area, preventing us from investigating it, "Maggie said.
The Holy Court Mage Maggie turned around and looked at Bola's pale face.
Bola was still breathing like a normal person.
Maggie took a few glances at him and did not notice anything unusual. She continued to complain to her grandfather.
"Bola, are you in any trouble?" Fielding asked.
"I'm trying to take out a banshee."
"Oh, my granddaughter will be a great help … Maggie, didn't I tell you I have an old comrade called Bola?" Fielding said.
"Grandpa, that's enough, I've heard it since I was three. It must be your bedtime story when I was thirteen … I'm guessing this young man is the grandson of your old comrade. He does look like the person you described. Did he come all the way from Greece to visit you? Grandpa, I have a lot of work to do. I don't have time to be a tour guide for this handsome young man. Besides, I already told you that I'm not planning to get married.
"Maggie, you've only been a Holy Court Mage for a few years. Why are you so fond of making wild guesses? He's not Bola's grandson. He's Bola, Bola himself. He just won't age for some reason, "Fielding said.
Maggie was startled. She immediately fixed her eyes on Bola.
Maggie took a closer look at the young man. Her eyes sharpened as she realized something.
"It seems like you still need to improve your ability to discern the truth, as a Holy Court Mage …" Bola grinned, revealing his white teeth and his vampire fangs.
"How bold of him to break into the Sacred City. Does he think the Holy Court Mages are idiots!?" Maggie snapped angrily. Her eyes flickered with hostility.
"Relax, Maggie, he might be a member of the Blood Tribe, but he has always obeyed the sacred rules. Many seniors in the Sacred City have to respect him. The ancient rules allow him to come back and admire his work, "Fielding said.
"Fielding, it seems like you're going to be a great help to me … I'm referring to your granddaughter," Bola exclaimed.
"Feel free to enjoy her, oh, feel free to order her around. My words are more effective than the Angels in her heart, apart from asking her to get married as soon as possible, "Fielding said.
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Bola and Maggie went to a place with well-lit street lamps. Maggie purposely turned around to look at Bola, but she did not see any trace of him.
"It's my first time seeing an Advanced Blood Tribe like you. Which generation are you from?" Maggie was like a curious little baby. She kept asking Bola a lot of questions along the way.
"I'm only loyal to the demons, so there's no such thing as generations. I don't need to rely on blood to maintain my life and youth, so I can obey the sacred rules," Bola said.
"The demoness you mentioned, did she really do such a cruel thing in the Sacred City?" Maggie asked.
"Yes, she's a Harpy. She's planning to kill a female tourist this year. I've decided to lure her out, but we can't use any power in the Sacred City, so I need your permission," Bola said.
"Speaking of which, the street you mentioned … by the way, I remember now, a Judicator who was younger than me accepted the quest. I was quite interested in it, but I didn't want to get involved after knowing it was him," Maggie said.
"What about the young Judicator?" Bola asked.
"I heard some bad rumors, but I don't know if they're true, but I think he's a hypocrite. I think his name is Zu Xiangtian. Yeah, that's the name, it's so hard to pronounce, "Maggie said.
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