It's so painful! So hard! So difficult!

Sitting at the table behind him was a casually dressed but strikingly beautiful white-haired woman, and a man in a linen robe whose attire looked suspicious. Since entering the restaurant, these two had been feasting with almost no regard for etiquette, a behavior the man found intolerable.

Not only that, but the two of them would always blatantly fix their gazes on the men. The way they devoured food, as if they were devouring the men's flesh, was truly unacceptable to the men.

Finally, after an unpleasant meal, the man revealed an extremely sinister expression, completely inconsistent with his previous demeanor. With a gloomy face, he stood up, carrying a handbag, and walked towards the table behind him. Bai Lin and Fei'er at the table behind him immediately pretended nothing had happened, paying no attention to the man's actions and showing no hostility.

But this behavior made the man even more annoyed. It was the same before. As long as the man turned around to look, they would immediately pretend nothing happened, simply treating the man as a fool.

The man, bag in hand, walked unabashedly towards Bai Lin and the others' table. He had already begun to formulate a plan for the concerto he would use as the funeral procession for the two men. Pulling out nails, cracking teeth... his mind was completely woven with the idea.

"Hey, you two..."

The man slammed his bag down on the table between them. He was about to start with a speech about "dining etiquette" before continuing his attack. With speed beyond the range of human vision, Bai Lin punched him on the bridge of the nose and jaw. The man's eyes rolled back, and he fell to his knees, his head hitting the support column under the table.

"Although I pay a lot of attention to table manners... I also seem to have no qualms about interrupting other people's meals."

Bai Lin, like the man, drank the thick mushroom soup that night, but she simply wiped her mouth with a wet towel and stood up. She grabbed the table in her hands, easily uprooted it from the ground, and threw it into the air.

Like a diver, the marble table flipped through the air several times before landing on the restaurant's doorway, where it lodged itself into the ground in a prismatic pattern, forming a roadblock. The previously elegant guests, one by one, stood up with unfriendly expressions and moved toward Bai Lin, seemingly forming a circle around him.

Bai Lin shrugged his shoulders and shook his head with a relaxed expression.

"Really? There's no need to rush to surround me. I sealed the door myself, so of course I won't leave easily... But you guys, don't even think about running away until this matter is resolved!"

Kicking the man's handbag open, Shiro Rin found, as he'd imagined, a product similar to Rakutenka. It had been fashioned into something resembling a magic launcher, a dangerous item that could be considered a "biochemical" weapon. The original "customers," as well as the chef and staff, seemed to have similar "handbags" in their hands.

"But you guys getting together like this actually saves me some time, right?"

Bai Lin showed a contemptuous smile, and naturally spoke words of disdain.

-

At 1:50 p.m. on the first day, at the Rhine Heart Mercenary Cafe and Tavern.

The stench of sweat and the clamor of noise permeated the tavern's rusty door. Clearly, once the door opened, a whole new world would emerge.

Chapter 388 From the Tavern to the Collection Room

The afternoon sun shone on the seemingly heavy iron door, and this light made the pub seem very dim.

Bai Lin, wearing a linen robe and exuding the same worldly aura as the tavern, pushed the door open with Fei'er. There weren't many customers in the tavern, but compared to its size, it was almost full.

The haggard-looking adventurers put down their drinks and, in unison, looked at the two who had burst into this world with languid eyes. The tavern's furnishings looked drab, lacking even a single magical lamp. The lighting was basic and dim, relying solely on natural light. Just like the adventurers' complexions and expressions, the entire tavern looked distinctly "tired."

The scent of sweat hung in the air, a place filled with a bustling atmosphere. A casual glance revealed a "commission board" hanging on the side of the bar. Clearly, this was a place similar to Bai Lin's inn, a tavern offering commissions to adventurers, albeit on a much smaller scale.

"What would you two like?"

Standing at the bar was a surprisingly pretty woman. She had short, dark green hair, and her fluorescent green eyes, even in the dimness, seemed remarkably bright. Her eyes, like those of a cat, followed Bai Lin's gradually moving form.

A white shirt and a burgundy vest—the standard bartender outfit. Plus, the black gloves on the woman's hands were stained with some wine stains, and Bai Lin immediately identified her as a bartender who could mix cocktails. She naturally took Fei'er to the bar and replied,

"Two mojitos, two cubes of ice for me and three for hers."

The amount of ice in the alcohol wasn't just to create a refreshing taste, but also to reduce the concentration of the alcohol through the melting ice, thus achieving a taste that others were more comfortable with. Bai Lin had never been a good student before, so he was naturally adept at ordering alcohol.

She seemed to blend into the atmosphere, her head resting on her arm, her gaze wandering, as if she were part of this old and exhausted place. Meanwhile, the bartender was meticulously performing her work, her eyes completely focused on her hands.

"Okay, guest."

The brief exchange naturally yielded an even briefer response. Bai Lin simply nodded and took the glass. She swirled it, seemingly examining the liquid. But after a moment, she downed the entire glass in one gulp.

The scorching hot wind blew through the outdoors, just like the hot wine flowing through Bai Lin's throat. After she let out a long breath, she handed over her glass and said,

"Thank you for your hospitality—"

At that moment, just as Bai Lin was about to return the glass, a cold murderous intent immediately emerged. Ironware immediately appeared within the small tavern. However, it was actually Bai Lin who initiated the attack!

With one hand, she held out the cup; it was merely a deception, perhaps a magician's tactic to draw attention. With the other, she drew her long-prepared weapon and fiercely stabbed the seemingly fragile woman before her. Dust flew, debris exploded, and after a loud explosion, everyone lost sight of anything.

When the mist cleared, they could see the shattered bar counter. It was Bai Lin's sword that had been stopped. The female bartender calmly raised her hand, a pale green airstream between her palm and Bai Lin's blade. It resisted Bai Lin's attack with a firm grip, yet it seemed to be flexible.

Did he actually react? Bai Lin was a little surprised and put her knife away. After she pulled away, she stared at the bartender, weighing her next move.

"Could you please explain your behavior, guest?"

Emotionless. The bartender's cat-like gaze was merely a basic assessment. Her lips didn't curl upward, nor did she betray even a hint of hostility. She simply stood there, looking no different than before.

Bai Lin laughed and replied directly,

"There are wine stains on your gloves, and you were completely focused on the simple task of pouring the liquor. Based on these two points alone, I've concluded that you're an imposter. The bartender in this tavern is a seasoned veteran."

The unnatural fatigue, the desperation of the crowd in broad daylight, all exposed the problem here. This place was simply too full of loopholes. Bai Lin raised her shield, still holding her iron sword.

If Leah's sword were used here, it would probably cause an explosion, which would be too loud.

"I see...it seems you're not our guest. We don't welcome people who are looking for trouble."

The bartender's fingers remained simply dangling at her sides, showing no sign of entering combat mode. However, her complexion was already shrouded in shadow, so dark it was almost indistinct. A fierce battle was imminent!

-

At 7:50 pm on the first day, in Tleon Fick's collection room.

The magnificent European-style building housed a vast collection of artifacts. Paintings, ceramics, reliefs, and all manner of expensive artworks were displayed with the utmost dignity. Yet, incongruous to this, the howling and behavior of the despairing crowd appeared within the room.

"Run, run, run!"

A short, dark-skinned man with brown hair was crawling and tumbling, wounded, towards the depths of the house. He was dressed expensively, but his actions looked even lower than a dog's, and his expression was one of abandoning his dignity. He was like a stray dog, hiding behind a rock pillar, trembling.

The man poked his head out to look behind the main door, like a character in a horror movie, terrified at the "horrible thing" that might take his life. Suddenly, the door moved slightly, and a hand seemed to reach out from within. The man, startled, quickly turned his head back. Beads of sweat dripped down his forehead, and he held his breath, fearing any noise that might lead to discovery.

After a while, there was no sound. The man once again cast his eyes towards the door, which was tightly closed, as if nothing had happened. The man's heart finally relaxed.

Chapter 389 The End of the Collection Hall

The sound of the rock layer cracking resounded. A large amount of dust fell from the man's head. His pupils contracted, and he choked and fell forward in a kneeling position. His legs trembled, and his hands could not stop him from crawling forward. He heard a sound behind him that was like a death knell for him.

"I found you"

Bai Lin took leisurely steps and easily caught up with the man, lifting him up. She had originally planned to make a "horror movie" style table-slamming exit, but she didn't expect the man to not only not look back at her expression, but also to be so eager to climb forward. It was really a waste of time.

"You... the great magician Leone I invited is so powerful, how on earth did you defeat him? This is impossible!"

The thin but wealthy-looking wretched man, facing the fate of being caught by Bai Lin with a look of despair, spitted out his saliva and said, while Bai Lin smiled slightly and embedded the man's head directly into the exquisite marble floor.

"Over the course of the day, I've fought at least four or five magicians. They're indeed quite formidable, each with their own strengths. However, they also have significant flaws."

"That is—they usually only have one person."

No matter how well the wind-playing bartender controlled the air currents, she couldn't withstand the onslaught of Bai Lin, the humanoid robot, thrusting into her face while Fei'er disrupted her spellcasting. It was a simple truth: they were all magicians. Even with ample training and melee proficiency, they were still magicians after all.

They rely heavily on their magic, so when their spellcasting is interrupted, it's inevitable that it will affect their mentality. Presumably, in everyday battles, each small guild only has one or two magicians. In a fair duel, they're hardly affected at all.

Spells must be of the same origin to more easily disrupt the opponent's spellcasting. For example, if the opponent casts a storm, you can extract a wisp of wind element from it and transform it into an arrow, thus weakening the opponent while forming your own spell to interfere.

Fei'er, a unique individual by nature, could be considered a natural born mage killer. She could adapt to most "roots," even gradually replicating and unleashing the opponent's spells. While she might not always find the time to use her dual blades to secure victory in a fight, Bai Lin made up for that lack of combat power.

Fei'er's role was likely merely supportive. Bai Lin's most formidable foe, aside from her all-around suppression, was magic. She knew almost nothing about it and had no effective defenses. But Fei'er's presence ripped the antelope's legs apart, allowing Bai Lin, the cheetah, to pursue her prey without hesitation and reap their lives.

This combination was extremely formidable, especially considering the relatively small size of these organizations. Quan Jing and Fei'er's abilities were both highly suited to assassination, and they both possessed a wealth of aura. It could be said that throughout the day, they didn't even have many direct clashes. Even when they did, they were rarely injured.

So, even after Bai Lin knocked the man unconscious, she still looked like she still had some energy left, even though it was still eight o'clock in the evening. But mentally, she was completely exhausted. After all, she had been fighting all day and had a lot to think about.

"Hmm... We cleared a lot today, but tomorrow is the main event. For the rest of the time, I'll have to go back early to sort out the information."

After hearing Bai Lin's words, Fei'er tilted her head and asked doubtfully,

"That's unlike you. In previous adventures, you pushed yourself so hard even when you weren't in a rush. Today's operation should be concluded as quickly as possible, yet you're going back to rest so early."

Speaking of this, Fei'er was stunned for a moment, as if she had thought of something. After a pause, she said weakly,

"If you're worried about me... there's no need to worry. I still have plenty of energy. Since I've already made a promise to you, I will definitely only act within the scope of my ability."

Perhaps it was because Bai Lin, in this situation, cast a burning gaze at Fei'er that Fei'er blurted out these words. Bai Lin had always been very caring towards Fei'er. A few days ago, Fei'er had even made a "confession" of her love for Bai Lin, a gesture of mutual trust. Fundamentally speaking, the relationship between the two had naturally taken a step forward.

"No, I know you're fine, it's just a tactical consideration."

Bai Lin replied abruptly, like a fool with no emotional intelligence, with a blank look in her eyes. It was obvious that although Bai Lin was looking in Fei'er's direction, she was actually not looking at anything, but was just thinking about something. After a hard day's work, she said this without thinking. Before she even realized what she said, she started walking out of the house.

"Let's go, Fei'er. I've already made an agreement with Kong. I'm going to her place to rest today. It doesn't feel safe to stay in a hotel. It might even implicate unrelated people."

Today, Bai Lin is in "work mode", which is very inappropriate.

When Bai Lin came to her senses, she had been hit on the back of her head by Fei'er's fist. She scratched her head and looked at Fei'er, wondering,

“…What are you doing?”

Fei'er turned her head away and replied briefly as usual,

"nothing."

In fact, Fei'er does not have any "strange feelings" towards Bai Lin, but for some reason, Bai Lin's behavior triggers some "strange feelings" for him.

Could it be that this guy... is born with the aura of turning people gay?

Fei'er looked at Bai Lin with doubt, some strange thoughts in her head. But Bai Lin certainly didn't know what Fei'er was thinking. She walked on the night road "after get off work" with a comfortable mood, and lit a cigarette by the way.

"Come to think of it, you smoke in front of me every day. Aren't you afraid that I'll tell Katie?"

It was Fei'er who broke the silence first. This time, Bai Lin, under the influence of the night breeze, had restored her emotional intelligence to a normal level. She exhaled a puff of smoke and replied,

"How could that be? You're my teammate, and we're a good family working together. How could you tell my little secret to my wife? You definitely wouldn't. After all, everyone has their own difficulties..."

Chapter 390 Learned from Katie Pello

What Bai Lin was trying to express was probably the kind of friendship between married men. Everyone had a hard time, only daring to gossip about their wives behind their backs, secretly enjoying a brief moment of joy. She slightly altered this emotional card, and it became like this.

However, Fei'er doesn't seem to be so impressed by this.

"Really? I don't feel that way. This stuff really should be inhaled in moderation... Too much and you might become mentally dependent, which wouldn't be good either."

Seeing Fei'er seemed to be thinking seriously about Bai Lin's smoking behavior, Bai Lin waved his hands repeatedly and assured him very confidently,

"No, no! I'm sure I'll be fine! Look, I only have one every now and then, don't I?"

Fei'er glanced at Bai Lin but didn't say anything. Her ambiguous attitude made Bai Lin very unpredictable. However, judging from the result... Fei'er didn't care about Bai Lin's smoking.

After a short rest, the two gathered in a room. Although Kong was in a room not far from them, he seemed to be busy with other things and did not participate in Bai Lin's plan. Of course, this was originally Bai Lin's job, so it was normal to have no Kong's guidance.

Bai Lin took out a pen, just like how Katie had drawn up the tactical plan. However, she didn't have to build the site herself. Instead, she circled the existing Kamitlan City.

"...Most of the gangs we dealt with today were small, well-hidden gangs entrenched in a small area. Due to information gaps, we were able to resolve most of them without much difficulty. But tomorrow's situation will be different."

Bai Lin waved his hand, drew a big circle on a large urban area, and said solemnly,

"The entire India region is controlled by a powerful force, and tomorrow's attack will be carried out by this organization. Based on the intelligence provided by Brother Wang, the situation there is probably not optimistic. Furthermore, after the news leaked today, they are already a large gang, so their security may be even stricter. We need to be prepared."

Fei'er looked at the map, seemed to think for a few seconds, and then asked Bai Lin,

"Why didn't we take action against them today? Obviously, the big gangs would have had the opportunity to prepare in advance, which would have made the situation more difficult. Shouldn't this have been resolved in advance?"

Bai Lin smiled faintly, a smile that felt like a role reversal. Back then, it had been Bai Lin who had asked the question. On the one hand, she felt pleased to have the opportunity to demonstrate her "intelligence." On the other hand, Fei'er had actively participated in the tactical discussion, which also made Bai Lin feel good.

"That's a good question. No matter where I went today or what I did, I had no intention of eradicating them completely. I didn't even threaten them or let them know, just to let the news leak out."

Bai Lin, holding the pen, held himself up calmly, with the air of someone masterminding a strategic plan. But Fei'er was simply surprised, thinking, "Why didn't I realize this guy was so smart before?"

"As you said, if a large gang had made advance preparations, it would have been much more difficult. However, all the people who cleaned up our mess today were official personnel, which is why I deliberately wanted to keep them from leaking the information."

Under the name of "official," they could bolster their own momentum. In other words, they could attack these guys under the banner of "Kamitlan Official." This would likely cause many of them to back off, and invisibly intimidate many other forces.

Bai Lin, a "holy son," though sounding impressive, was actually just an adventurer whom these guys looked down upon, his strength at best being a bit superior. But with the official title and the deliberate leaks, it could be considered a deliberate attempt to build momentum.

Smaller organizations might be misled by the idea that "the authorities are finally fully committed to this matter," and thus halt operations out of fear. Larger organizations, on the other hand, would almost certainly focus their attention on a top-tier ninja like Shiro Rin, expending considerable energy to deal with this adventurer about whom little information is available. This would immediately reduce the surface issues surrounding the "Rakutenka Incident."

Next, Bai Lin only needs to take down a few more large organizations, and I'm afraid everyone will stop immediately.

"Although it's mainly for publicity, from a tactical perspective, their extra preparations aren't necessarily a bad thing for us. Think about it, how many people in this city do you and I have intelligence on? Even if we wanted to target them, we wouldn't be able to find anything."

At best, they could gather more troops. Inadequately qualified personnel were completely meaningless to Bai Lin and Fei'er. And if a few more magicians arrived, the scale of the battle would likely attract the early intervention of the Camillan authorities.

This is Bai Lin’s plan, an option that has advantages in every aspect.

"Next... let's deal with the specific implementation plan. If the opponent is too powerful, we'll need to have a more detailed escape plan..."

Bai Lin sketched out some routes on the map. It seemed like she was taking this seriously. After all, even if Bai Lin could just die in there, Fei'er really wanted to escape. Since she was bringing a teammate, she had to fulfill her responsibilities.

There had to be both an "optimal plan" achieved through Fei'er's own abilities and a "physical plan" that could be implemented solely through physical strength. Bai Lin also had a good supply of props like smoke bombs and fuel bottles. After all, these items could be carried around easily by her, without having to worry about carrying them.

Seeing Bai Lin's intense focus, Fei'er gradually joined in, suggesting a few special spells she was adept at, suitable for "counterattacks" and "group battles." The specific plan took quite a while to work out. Bai Lin's tactical thinking had been developing steadily, and Fei'er herself had some knowledge as well. Overall, the plan was considered excellent.

As this extraordinary night deepened, the clock had already reached ten o'clock. Work was certainly important, but rest was the most important prerequisite for success.

Lying in this extremely safe shelter provided by the air, Bai Lin looked at the snow-white ceiling that seemed familiar. She was thinking about work and some personal issues at the same time.

Chapter 391: Action Begins