SWNOVELXO Chapter 144 Black Messenger Square (Two in One)
Floey was fully attuned to her perceptions, constantly monitoring Chen Lun's expressions.
A hint of tension shimmered on her beautiful face.
As the creator of the Mysterious Object, she surely understood its information.
Well... one might say it was somewhat of a white elephant.
The Charm Value condition was tolerable, and Floey believed he was fully qualified to use it.
However, the fragrance it emitted did not discriminate between friends and foes, which directly established its practicality as virtually nil.
My blade here is coated with a Poisoned Blade, swishing with poison...
After spraying the perfume, the first to fall would be oneself, sleeping more soundly than a baby, only the side effects might be a bit severe, given that it's a Supernatural Toxin eroding the soul.
Moreover, it could lead to a state of insomnia the following day, which was quite torturous.
"This is a rather nice Mysterious Object, Floey."
Chen Lun fiddled with the perfume bottle, his thumb slowly rubbing over the engraved octopus pattern, and said to her with a smile.
Floey was momentarily stunned.
She hadn't expected to receive such praise.
Shaking her head lightly, she responded:
"This Mysterious Object doesn't differentiate between friend and foe, it would be best if you didn't use it... I'm sorry, I wasted those materials."
"Oh no, really, it's quite remarkable, very well suited for me."
Chen Lun consoled her.
He gave the perfume bottle in his hand a gentle shake, then added with a smile:
"I have a special resistance, its toxin cannot harm me... In this way, its drawbacks are no longer shortcomings."
With my "Hell Resistance," not only is my resistance to fire high, but my Poison Resistance is too, making the "Restful Perfume" perfectly fitting for my use.
"I see... that's truly wonderful."
Floey breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help but smile.
Chen Lun looked at the droplet of sweat on the tip of her nose, hesitated for a moment, but ultimately stretched out his hand and gently wiped it away.
"You go rest first, Floey, I have to step out for a bit later on."
He picked up a hat that was set aside and slowly put it on.
Then, he turned and exited the room.
Floey "watched" his receding figure, lost in a trance.
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Inner City District.
The First Grand Street.
This was a bustling area, where many nobles and parliament members resided.
In the middle of the central street, well-dressed gentlemen and elegantly attired ladies strolled leisurely, and carriages shuttled back and forth, with coachmen ringing their bells as a caution for the passing pedestrians.
A large mailbox painted with bright orange paint stood on the street corner, a public mailbox that was checked daily by dedicated postmen who collected letters for delivery.
A tall gentleman in a black suit slowly approached the mailbox and slipped two letters into two separate slots.
He adjusted the brim of his hat and, leaning on his Silver Staff, strode away.
Before long, a postman arrived on a peculiar bicycle with different-sized wheels, a mechanical vehicle without chains, propelled forward purely by leg-power stepping on the pedals of the large front wheel.
As it was not yet widespread and was quite rare to see, passing pedestrians gave it several curious glances.
The postman braked awkwardly with his legs, stopping at the curb. He ran to the mailbox, wiped his sweat, took out a key, unlocked it, and began to count the letters inside.
When he picked up the letter numbered "705302X," there was no expression on his face; instead, he naturally slid it into the inner pocket of his bag.
He then took out a small notepad and a pen from his chest pocket, flipped to a page, and wrote:
"—Mona, the team leader, I have received the letter from that noble."
Quickly, beneath that line, words appeared out of thin air, one stroke at a time:
"—Good, bring it to me as soon as possible."
The postman packed away the paper and pen with no change in demeanor, as if he had just finished recording a letter.
He didn't rush to leave but continued counting the letters, indistinguishable from an ordinary postman.
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"This is a letter for Pompey Manor."
He picked up another letter, nodded, and sorted it neatly.
Soon after, he completed all his tasks, closed the mailbox lid, locked it, mounted his bicycle, and with his body swaying comically, he pedaled the large front wheel and quickly departed.
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A few days later.
A bustling commercial street, a nondescript building on the roadside.
In the top-floor room, there was a knock on the door.
Knock, knock...
"Come in."
A cool female voice came from inside.
The door opened, and a large man with a stubbly beard entered, bowing slightly with his hand on his chest upon seeing the short-haired woman behind the large desk.
"Team Leader Mona, Ralph reporting in."
Mona seemed pleased, she smiled, stood up, and walked over.
"Ralph, it's been a long time."
She returned the same gesture.
"Congratulations on your recent promotion to Sequence Seven and your appointment as a special envoy to Amber City."
"It's somewhat embarrassing to say, but after accumulating experience for so many years in Emerald Town, it was only due to a group of death-defying lunatics that I had my epiphany and completed the ritual... Fossil City specifically conveyed the teacher's orders for me to come here and assist you."
Ralph gazed at the young woman before him, his thoughts tinged with emotion.
As one of the many students under their teacher, he belonged to the least noticeable bunch and had only graduated years before Mona.
Lately, he had heard that the teacher had taken a student named Mona, whom he highly appreciated. What was even more surprising was that this student adamantly refused to step into the Mystic Realm, deciding to combat the supernatural with a Mortal's body.
Almost everyone thought her belief was foolish, a bid for attention, but Ralph knew it had to do with Mona's background.