Chapter 149 Utilizable Man_1

Chapter 149: Chapter 149 Utilizable Man_1

After hearing Qiqimora’s speculations, Daili and Presia exchanged a glance.

After they were captured, both quickly realized it was nearly impossible to escape from this prison—even if they did escape, they would be relentlessly pursued by the Heretical Judgment Bureau, which had already defeated them once. By comparison, remaining in this prison, managed by Aiden, actually seemed like a far better situation, perhaps even no worse than their lives before capture.

Therefore, they accepted their fate quickly and chose the wisest option of making a deal with Aiden. Currently, they hadn’t yet contemplated too deeply about the fact that Aiden held divine power—because there seemed to be no point in doing so.

"Whatever the case, this guy won’t be easy to deal with," Qiqimora remarked with a puff of smoke, smiling, "Interesting."

"Anyway, Vila won’t be able to win against him; if she throws that mercury amalgam golem in here... I can imagine what will happen," Presia shook her head, "So, you might as well dissuade her and tell her to leave this city as soon as possible. She should hide well, since she can’t rescue us anyway."

"I was actually entrusted by Abigail to persuade her, but she won’t listen, and she’s quite upset with Abigail right now. With her stubborn character, it’s unlikely she’ll change her mind so easily," Qiqimora shrugged.

"Then just pass on the information we’ve given you, she may be impulsive, but she isn’t entirely without sense. I’ve tried sending messages back to our contact point, but it seems she’s hasn’t gone there anymore," Presia suggested.

However, Qiqimora refused her proposal without a second thought, "No need; after hearing the intelligence you’ve provided, I’m somewhat intrigued by Aiden Galahad. If Vila wants to kill him, then I’ll just sit in a prime seat and see for myself if what you say is true."

"What are you really plotting?" Presia frowned, "This won’t be of any benefit to you."

"Having Vila taken down a notch wouldn’t be bad; she said she’d take responsibility if anything went wrong," Qiqimora said calmly, "I think after losing, she’ll be willing to leave this place and go help Abigail. That way, my task would also be considered complete."

"Help? What happened to Abigail?" Daili immediately sensed a problem.

"Ah, the ’Black Goat.’ That priest finally couldn’t restrain himself and made a move on Abigail. The Harvest Mother Cult’s battle nuns have already begun to harass Banquet Forest," Qiqimora explained lightly.

"Is this leading up to a war?" Daili asked.

"There’s a trend in that direction. So, Abigail is also making preparations. She has had me scouting for the ’Black Goat’s’ movements. Lamia is actually quite enthusiastic about this, and Habanis was observing initially; however, after Abigail promised to share the priest’s remains with her, she joined as well. The only tricky one is Vila—Abigail wants to use her golem to strengthen the defenses of Banquet Forest, but Vila has been at odds with Abigail since you were captured."

Qiqimora spread her hands in a gesture of helplessness, "Without you two, our combat strength has already been significantly affected. This should be the time we need to unite the most."

"Cut it out, don’t casually count us in; ’Black Goat’ is only after Abigail. Abigail is clearly using us, not even bothering to disguise it," Presia said with an indifferent look, "The ’Black Goat’ wants the ’Sole Authority’ she possesses, and all she wants from the ’Black Goat’ are the divine words and to take out a thorn in her side in the process."

"Sigh, you sound exactly like Vila. As selfish as Abigail may be, she’s not foolish enough to expect us to sacrifice ourselves for nothing. Let me tell you, there’s profit to be had in this—Abigail has already agreed to let us share in the priest’s remains. She’s at least that trustworthy, right?" Qiqimora said with a sardonic smile, "If you two were still outside, you’d probably be hopping to agree, especially you, Presia. Aren’t you the most eager for divinity? Now that you’re in prison, you’ll probably be quite frustrated when I’m gone."

"What a joke; even if I desired it, I wouldn’t throw my life away on a whim," Presia scoffed, "The opponent is a ’god-adjacent,’ and serving as Abigail’s pawn could make one a sacrifice at any moment."

"To gain divinity, a certain level of risk is always involved," Qiqimora shook her head, "But now, our side simply doesn’t have enough chips. Perhaps..."

"Perhaps what?" Daili raised her eyebrows in confusion at the pause.

"Perhaps there’s a chance to make use of this man, Aiden Galahad," Qiqimora quirked her lips, "if he can really get past Vila, that is."

"If you want to probe his background..." Presia raised her hand and pointed in a certain direction, "there, his office is over there."

"I’ll pass on that; since you say he is a master, I’d better be a bit more cautious. Before I understand him, let’s have Vila take a look first. I won’t have direct contact with him." Qiqimora stood up from the bedside, finished the rest of her cigarette in one breath, and said, "It’s getting late, I must be going."

She looked around, ready to throw her cigarette butt into the nearby bin, when Daili quickly called out to her, "Don’t throw it here, it will be found. Throw it over there instead."

Qiqimora followed the direction Daili was pointing—toilet in the restroom area.

"Quite particular, aren’t you?" Qiqimora chuckled, flicked her fingers, and popped the butt into the toilet.

"Take care then. I hope the next time we meet, you haven’t been hanged."

After the farewell, Qiqimora began to chant divine words, then turned and walked towards the innermost wall, passing straight through it and disappearing from sight.

Meanwhile, in Room 13, Succubus Fille, wrapped in her blanket, was still feeling terrified.

"I didn’t see anything, I didn’t see anything... My mouth is sealed so please, please don’t come to me..." She repeated this in her mind like a mantra, over and over, countless times.

Then suddenly, her head went blank for a moment.

The next instant, she fell into bewilderment—I didn’t see... what was it again?

Wait, why am I lying down again? What was I planning to do just now?

She climbed out of bed again, feeling as though she had forgotten something.

That’s when she noticed the crystal in her hand.

"Ah!" She suddenly remembered.

At the same time, Avansa, who was sleeping in Room 11 next door, began to ponder a question—the strange noises coming from next door... what on earth is that person doing every night?