I, the leader of the esoteric sect, am doing great things in the infinite world!

“Sir, I think Miss Vanessa’s memories would be very beneficial to us,” Lester whispered to Li Lin. “Would you like to do that?”

"High-quality answer? I don't know."

Li Lin rolled his dead fish eyes and retorted loudly, like a child crying loudly, "Isn't this your business? How am I supposed to know what to do if you shove something so random in my face?"

Lester's lips trembled, it was unclear whether he wanted to say something in Tibetan or something else.

"Hey hey hey, please believe me. After all, Orewa is also everyone's protector."

Amidst the conversation that ruined the atmosphere, Li Lin stormed off, leaving only Lester, who was taking a deep breath, and Vanessa, who looked somewhat incredulous.

After taking a deep breath to calm himself down, Lester turned around and resumed his calm and composed demeanor: "I'm sorry, but that's just how the gentleman is. If you can't accept it, you can leave Algiers as soon as possible, and the gentleman won't mind."

Vanessa's blush faded little by little, and a cold light appeared in her eyes, but this light was not the reflection of a blade, but rather more like the indifference after witnessing pain.

Suffering is also one of the realms of the Cup, and even in the realm of the Crimson Cup, suffering ranks before temptation.

“Ah… I understand, Mr. Lester from the battlefield.” Vanessa touched her lips with her finger, a mischievous smile on her face. “You, too, revere the Lord, don’t you?”

Lester's breathing became heavier, and he frowned: "Don't think of me as you do. I don't have any improper thoughts about you, sir."

"Really? I don't believe it."

Vanessa's eyes flickered: "Otherwise, why would you say such a thing? Is it because my arrival has made it impossible for you to have it all to yourself? Mr. Lester is truly insatiable."

“Enough,” Lester said coldly. “Don’t try to understand me based on your own assumptions.”

“Is that so?” Vanessa looked directly into Lester’s eyes. “But if I were to leave now, I would only leave behind a turbulent Algiers, and the Lord would lose a lowly servant. The great Lord would naturally not care about such things… But isn’t what you’re doing precisely above the Lord’s authority?”

Lester remained silent, for the first time taking a real look at this girl who had been so easily brainwashed by the governor and later became his mistress and vessel.

He realized where his contempt came from—it was because he had followed his husband and seen Vanessa's weakest and most helpless side from his husband's side, which was why he looked down on her in every way.

The gentleman could be looked down upon, for he had the support of immortals, the named ones, and even the celestial beings behind him. With just a few minutes of thought, he devised a plan that drove Governor Roland to despair, overthrowing the two major political forces in Algiers in one fell swoop, and then casually granted Vanessa a new life.

But Leicester is not an option.

Because he was a follower of Li Lin, the master's black glove, and the sword that handled the master's trivial matters.

If it weren't for the gentleman who helped her recover from her confusion and distress, wouldn't she have ended up like Vanessa, trapped in Roland's snare? Becoming a servant of Said one after another, eventually becoming an emotionless chain, meeting a bleak end in a life devoid of light.

They might die in an empty alley, or from a hidden gunshot wound, or...

Leicester suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

"Sorry, I misspoke earlier... Do your job well." Lester said this and hurried out the door.

Vanessa watched Lester's departing figure and suddenly revealed a beautiful smile.

"It seems that Mr. Lester is not as difficult to get along with as I imagined... In that case, let's serve the Lord together."

She stretched, walked a few steps around the room, and came to the open door.

Vanessa's face still held some lingering hesitation, but soon, that hesitation transformed into determination.

She strode into the softly lit night, as if embracing her own light.

......

Upon returning to the villa in the affluent area, Xingti was immediately met with complaints.

“So it has nothing to do with Mr. Apple.” Xingti seemed to still carry a slight sea breeze scent. “I thought you guys were really going to burn Algiers to ashes... I should have gone with Virtin to provide support.”

Veltin seemed to have just returned as well. She took off her bowler hat and placed it on the coffee table. Her boots were covered in dust, and her face was etched with fatigue.

"It's just a precaution." As the only one in the team with a brain, Virtin was in charge of coordinating and implementing the entire plan. "By then we will have to abandon Algiers, and the wrathful Named Ones will drag the whole city into the woods."

To counteract this effect, simply lighting or turning on lights is not enough; only a massive fire sweeping through the city can powerfully extinguish the shadows cast by the woodland.

Just like they did in Rostock.

In that situation, Roland certainly wouldn't have survived, and Li Lin's teleportation candle was suspected to be from the woodland. Who knows what unpredictable changes might occur?

At that time, Star Antimony's ship will be their escape route.

322 And there were no drafts saved, so sad.

"Hmm, that's more like it." Xingti proudly puffed out his not-so-big chest. "So we're the safety valve."

As a safety valve, it's best not to use it.

Virtin didn't say those words to avoid upsetting Xingti. She lowered her eyelids, her long eyelashes covering her silver-green pupils: "The National Liberation Front's power far exceeds our imagination. It's an organization united by national sentiment, religion, and even historical reasons... Whether Ali exists or not is actually not important."

"Cough cough."

Lost in conversation, Virtin didn't notice Li Lin deliberately coughing beside him: "...The organization of the National Liberation Front is such that it won't be beheaded or destroyed. Even if more than half of it is destroyed, it can still continue to operate normally..."

"Cough cough cough cough vomit—"

The skull and trachea flew together, and the cough was accompanied by yellow phlegm.

Unfortunately, even though Li Lin was coughing and gagging incessantly, Virtue, engrossed in conversation, didn't pay any attention to him. Instead, Xingti, unable to bear it any longer, asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Master Li, who had been coughing and on the verge of death, instantly regained his spirits and said in a hoarse, low voice, "I have a Rinpoche."

"...?"

After a brief silence, Xingti's complaints and Virtin's sighs rang out simultaneously.

"Oh please, I knew he couldn't say anything serious."

"I'm used to it."

With Li Lin's witty remarks, Virtin, who originally wanted to talk in detail about the National Liberation Front organization, had to give up halfway: "...In short, even if we destroy it, in twenty or thirty years, it will revive from this land in another form."

"Mmm-hmm-hmm-hmm." Xingti nodded, revealing a smile that I didn't understand at all. "I totally understand, but weren't you helping Snyder? Why did you come back?"

After a moment of silence, Virtue looked up and said with some complicated feelings, "She's the one who sent me back."

......

Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night. With the help of the police, the exiles began to suppress the National Liberation Front, which had lost its leader. They did not know what was happening, but one by one, the police rushed into their homes, roughly dragged them to the roadside and shot them. After the number of corpses piled up to a certain number, they were taken away by professional crematorium workers.

This is a struggle in the world of the awakened, but the struggle in the realm of the superhumans is even more dangerous. Fortunately, the authorities seem to have some means to suppress the invisible arts, putting those superhumans into a period of unease.

They burned large quantities of a plant called Black Thread Grass, which could suppress the spirituality of the supernatural and dull the influence of various aspects. In this state, the effect of the intangible arts was greatly reduced. Although there were also people in the National Liberation Front who used legendary artifacts, their numbers were far too small.

The exiles would personally go to the gate and send them to the Pure White Gate with a specially made bullet infused with the blood of the earth.

"boom."

The gunshot flashed out in the night, and the assassin who had been using his physical advantage to fight the police officers for a long time was finally hit in the head after revealing an opening.

He wobbled and fell off the roof, landing in the shadows of the alley.

The exile didn't stop, but turned around: "Next."

In theory, there should be someone specifically responsible for extracting and recycling the spiritual essence of the killed superhumans, but considering the issue of efficiency, the exiles did not choose to do so.

There is no doubt that this was a betrayal and a massacre, and the reason the exiles preferred to do it themselves rather than have Virtine participate was for protection.

Witnessing such betrayal and testing of human nature for a long time is also a great pressure on the spirit of the extraordinary, and the exiles do not want their companions to suffer such mental torture.

Among this group, only two could act as ruthless executioners.

The exile is one, and Li Lin is another.

Years don't count, because she's not human.

The exile knew very well that humanity could not be tested; sometimes it was white, sometimes black, but most of the time it was gray.

How could she be sure what kind of expression her companions would have when they saw her doing these dirty jobs?

The exiles dared not and were unwilling to question the hearts of their fellow travelers.

So she told Veltine to go back after she finished her plan, because the exile knew Veltine's nature—she wouldn't sit idly by and watch him get his hands stained with blood.

Either she stops him, or she gets her hands dirty with him.

But once your hands get dirty, it's impossible to wash them clean again.

Virtue was smart enough to guess her intentions, so she didn't pry into the matter.

She knows she's doing the dirty work, but since she "didn't see it with her own eyes," she won't show any remorse.

At the same time, she tacitly approved of her killings in the night.

This is their "bottom line" for being companions, even if this bottom line is just a thin veil that can be torn at the slightest touch.

Under the dim moonlight, the exile ejected the spent cartridge from her gun and headed to the next block. There, she saw a somewhat familiar figure directing the police in action.

"Leicester?"

The exile fired two shots, blowing the head off the stubborn resister who peeked out from across the alley. In an instant, the police station's firepower surged, overwhelming the desperate extremists.

"Who asked you to come?"

“Yes, sir.” Lester took a few steps back out of the battle zone and whispered to the exile, “We have successfully killed the governor.”

The exile glanced at Lester, and in an instant she understood his intention.

"Alright, then the fight against worldly forces is up to you."

"The mission will be accomplished." Lester straightened up, saluted the exiles, then grabbed a rifle and threw it back into the war zone.

The exile watched Lester's retreating figure, then touched his feathered hair ornament in confusion: "I don't know why Li Lin always manages to meet such reliable people... Oh well, everyone gets one."