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Chapter 54: The Fantasy Dog and Her "Maid"

Amy's face twisted into an emoji.

"Humph, if you don't want to tell me, then don't tell me. Do you want me to guess?"

Unfortunately, cats are naturally overly curious.

"There's really a reward? What reward?"

"By the way, how are you going to deal with that Wind-loving One? Do you know what he looks like? Do you know where he is?"

Amy bombarded the cat with pride and curiosity.

Louis walked in the living room, facing a series of questions, answering them slowly.

"Are you stupid? Would a wanted pirate enter Backlund so brazenly?"

"Don't even mention him, a pirate vice admiral. I have five or six different ways to change my appearance and temperament."

"Then how did you find him?"

Amy asked back unconvinced, Louis’ tough questioning made her feel a little oppressed.

"So you're stupid. Why do we have to take the initiative to find him? Doesn't he want to assassinate Duke Negan? Then give him a chance to get close. As long as he wants to complete the mission, he will definitely come."

Taking out all the talismans he had made and several extraordinary items he had collected, Louis began to think about which ones could come in handy.

"Meow?! I understand! Isn't this how I hunt small fish? First I put out the bait, and then I wait for the prey to take the bait!"

Amy suddenly exclaimed, giving Louis an apt metaphor.

Louis was slightly shocked.

"It turns out I've been this smart for a long time!"

The cat squinted its eyes and turned its side face to the man next to it, indicating that it was nothing special.

"Oh yes, yes, you are always so smart."

As we all know, there is no grammar in the world that can express negation with triple affirmation, so Louis must be praising the clever Amy.

"Even though you're agreeing with me, I still feel weird."

You feel wrong, Louis added silently in his heart.

"Oh, that's not right. Do you know Duke Negan? Are you good friends? Will he listen to you and hold a party?"

"No. But I know someone who can get him to the party."

"Wow, you know so many people! Is this the benefit of having many friends?"

"Quiet, quiet. Why didn't I notice you were so talkative before? I should have known not to bring you out."

"How dare you! I don't even dislike you yet!"

Louis gently pulled the door, walked out of the mansion, and began to prepare in advance.

It’s definitely not because of a chatty cat, but because of the mission!

He was well aware of the boldness of this plan. How to confirm that Qilingos was there accurately, how to use his Sequence 8 ability to kill a Sequence 6 Wind-loving One with one strike, how to completely erase his own traces from the whole thing.
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In the early morning, the sun in Backlund shone slightly.

Many people are dreaming, many are exercising in the morning, and many are starting their lives today.

Amid the running crowd, an invitation to a ball salon was delivered to the residence of Duke Pallas Nigan.

As the leader of the Conservative Party, the largest land noble besides the King, the elder brother of the current Prime Minister, and a believer of the Lord of Storms, anything that might threaten him would be inspected at every level, including but not limited to food, pastries, tea, clothing, and envelopes.
But the letter was delivered to the Duke at the fastest speed, because the sender was Baron Sinderas, one of the most famous bankers and business owners in the Kingdom of Loen.

This Sindras was originally just a multi-millionaire, but he got the title through the relationship with Duke Negan and his operation.

No matter what his attitude is, he cannot draw a clear line between himself and Duke Negan. In the eyes of all parties, he is tacitly classified in the camp of Conservatives and Duke Negan.

The inspection of his letters was much less stringent.

A thin, handsome blond young man took the envelope handed to him by his subordinate, walked through the gorgeous and luxurious spiral corridor, stopped at the door of the bedroom on the second floor, and waited for the noise inside to end.

Standing quietly, no matter how strange the sound he heard, his expression remained unchanged.

The heavy and rapid breathing stopped abruptly after dozens of seconds.

Lockhard Siakam waited another half minute before reaching out and knocking on the door made of precious wood.

"bang bang bang"

There was a crisp and deep knock on the door.

"Duke, there is a letter from Sindras."

Lockhard Siakam’s words were concise, without any hesitation or confusion.

"Oh? What's up with the old guy? Didn't I tell him a few days ago not to have sympathy for the New Party?"

Duke Negan in the room first sneered, as if mocking the weakness of the banker and business owner.

He still thought it was business as usual.

"Bring it in."

Lockhard Siakam gently pulled the handle, pushed the door open, and walked in slowly to avoid making any noise.

With his eyes fixed on the ground and his head slightly lowered, he knew what not to look at.

Amid the woman's laughter, he handed the envelope to Duke Negan.

Then came the sound of shuffling papers, and after a moment's silence, a sound of joy and surprise.

"So I'm invited to a dance salon. I really have to go!"

Even without seeing his face, Rockhard Siakam knew it.

Duke Negan, with a bloated waist and full of fat, is not a moral and conservative aristocrat.

On the contrary, he indulged himself in luxury.

With the blessing of his special status, a man's nature is expressed without any scruples.

On the other side, in Baron Sindras's reception room.

Louis and the Baron had a very pleasant conversation, and laughter, big or small, could be heard from time to time.

Amy, on the other hand, was served by servants, wearing an apron and elegantly enjoying various dried fish and fine cat food snacks.

"I heard that you went to preside over the funeral of Baron Mori?"

"Yes, yesterday."

"What a pity! Their family can be considered to have a strong foundation, but for some unknown reason, they have never had many descendants. By the time of Baron Mori's generation, he died young before even having any children."

"Who knows, maybe it's a family genetic disease?"

"Well, let's not talk about that. Duke Negan will come to the ball tonight, and there will be a few more important people as well. You should take care of them all."

The two exchanged brief greetings for a while before getting down to business.

As the most sought-after MC in Backlund, his role is not limited to funerals and weddings.

He was also good at controlling the atmosphere at salon dances. So with a little effort, he successfully joined the dance that Baron Sinderas was about to hold.

His special task is to ensure that the entire dance party goes smoothly and perfectly, to say a few words when someone is bored, and to provide some necessary help to some important people.
As for why Syndras specifically invited Duke Negan, Louis said that he just asked about the list of possible invitations when discussing specific matters with the Baron.

Duke Negan was already within consideration, and with Louis' intentional or unintentional promotion, the invitation letter was sent out without a doubt.

As for whether Sindras would discover Louis's deliberateness? Who cares?
Perhaps in his heart, he, the famous "socialite" of Backlund, was just a young man who wanted to make progress. It was reasonable and understandable for him to want to meet someone who could help him.

In fact, no matter what Syndras' attitude is, he will go with the flow or ignore it.

Louis wouldn't care anyway, it was just bait to lure Qilingos out.

After I finish this vote, I will go to Yunwu City!

What does the flood have to do with me?
Louis kept agreeing with the Baron's topics, but he was secretly complaining in his heart.

After a long time, the conversation ended.

"Let's stop here today. I have to go take care of business."

The baron gave an apologetic smile and ended the topic on his own initiative.

"Come a little early for the afternoon dance so you can get familiar with it in advance."

Baron Sindras waved his hand, signaling the butler beside him to see Louis off on his behalf.

"Thank you for the Baron's hospitality. Leave the afternoon dance to me!" Louis answered in a serious tone with a serious expression.

Like a pledge of complete surrender to the Baron.

Sindras nodded with satisfaction and left the reception room.

Louis also left the Baron's mansion holding the pet cat he brought with him.

But Louis smiled happily as he thought about the various spells and aids he had prepared in his bedroom.

Just leave it to me, I will definitely be ready!

It was three o'clock in the afternoon in Backlund, and the weather was cloudy.

Heavy clouds were moving in the sky, so the weather was pretty good with no sunshine and only a few raindrops falling.

At least there is no smog.

Louis was holding the invitation given to him by Baron Sindras and walking towards the luxurious villa complex in Queens.

A cat with flame-red gold fur lay lazily on his shoulder, its eyes lively, and it was obviously a rare breed.

The guards and bodyguards guarding the door did not stop him from bringing his pet into the ball. They just took his invitation with both hands, checked it, and handed it to him respectfully.

After all, many noble ladies would use the opportunity to show off their pets to each other to get closer.

If pets were not allowed, there would probably be fewer ladies at the party.

"Here comes our handsome Louis and his elegant little kitty."

As soon as he entered the ball, Sindras happened to see him and greeted him with a smile.

She walked towards him while talking with the noble man beside her, and introduced the two of them to each other for a conversation.

There were not many people at the scene. Those who arrived early were probably those who had close relations with Baron Syndras, so Louis quickly chatted with everyone present and became familiar with them.

As a Path of Glory Sequence Eight Necromancer, he has a natural favorability bonus towards both the dead and the living.

Although the difference is +10 and +5, it is enough to deal with such dance and social occasions.

Soon after, many invited nobles entered the ball.

As waiters in white and black brought a variety of delicious food and fine wine to the banquet, classical music began in the hall and the dance party officially began.

The nobles gathered in groups of three or four to chat and laugh, while pairs of men and women danced to the music in the center of the hall.

Louis walked around the spacious hall holding a glass of fragrant fruit wine. Occasionally, he would stop to chat with his acquaintances and clink glasses to drink together.

He walked to a long table and stopped, eating a delicate pastry slowly. While eating, Louis glanced at the two people who were talking not far away.

Sindras's black hair, mixed with silver, was neatly combed back, revealing his broad forehead and slightly high hairline. His beardless face was clean, and his blue eyes were so light that they were almost colorless.

The person who was talking to him was Duke Negan.

His gray-blue eyes were no longer sharp, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, mouth and forehead were lighter, but his black hair was still thick.

As expected of a noble, she looks well maintained.

From time to time there were loud laughter and slightly meaningful smiles.

Louis didn't want to know what they talked about, it was nothing more than wine, sex, money and anger.

Now he just wanted to know who the pirate vice admiral Qi Lingos had become?
Is it the waiter serving wine and food among the crowd? Or the noble chatting happily with others? Or the dancer enjoying the body fragrance of the noble lady?
Louise gently rotates the ring on her right index finger, completing three cycles.

He lowered his head, and just before putting the tiramisu into his mouth, his mouth shape changed and he uttered a few words with strange syllables.

"zhouhui——" (darkness during the day)

zhou means daytime, and hui means blurred vision caused by poor light.

A simple portable ritual magic is cast, which will minimize the user's presence.

Even in a brightly lit place, as long as there are no Beyonders in the audience sequence who pay special attention, their presence will be reduced and they will subconsciously deviate from the attention of others.

This is all knowledge infused by potions. It seems that these mysterious characters are not a language created by Roselle himself, but secrets buried in ancient history.

It's just one word, but it has several different meanings.

Louis put the tiramisu into his mouth, and an expression of surprise gradually appeared on his face, as if he was simply captivated by this delicious food.

He knew that the Duke Negan present was a judge of the Judgment Path Sequence 6, and the secretary beside him was a Chaos Mentor of the Black Emperor Path Sequence 5.

Besides, the many nobles present here are not just ordinary people without any power to resist.

The fluctuations from ordinary ritual magic or the use of extraordinary items cannot escape their perception.

All this was done in just a few seconds, and Louis was confident enough to remain calm.

But it turned out that he was indeed overconfident.

The big golden retriever who was playing with Amy nearby witnessed everything, and her ears twitched slightly.

"Eh? You don't want to play with the dog anymore?"

"I don't know why you chose to play with her. Mrs. Doris brought so many cute pets but you didn't like them."

Louis held Amy in his arms, took a piece of soft and tender snow fish meat from the long table and fed it to her.

Amy said nothing, but glanced in the direction the golden retriever left and motioned to Louis.

Everyone has left, what's fun here?

"Okay, okay, then just stare with me and see who looks the most like a pirate."

One glance and he understood what Amy meant. The man and the cat sat at the edge of the long table, eating while observing the people coming and going around Duke Negan.

On the other side of the hall, in the women's bathroom.

"What?! Something's wrong with that Mr. Louis?"

"Keep your voice down Audrey!"

It was Miss Susie, the imaginary dog, who, after noticing Louis's actions, led Audrey, the imaginary maid, to the bathroom.

"I heard him mumbling while eating the cake and he kept spinning the ring on his index finger."

Facing Audrey's inquiring eyes, Susie explained slowly.

"Then his presence seemed to decrease. The waiter next to him almost bumped into him!"

"If it weren't for the fact that he was the owner of that cat, I wouldn't have paid special attention to him."

Susie sat upright, wagging her tail, with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses hanging around her neck, and told Audrey the information.

"He kept looking in the direction of the steak. He was mumbling about pirates and stuff."

Susie's memories inspired Audrey.

She didn't know the exact direction or the name of the person, she just remembered the location of the steak.

The direction of the steak? Judging from Mr. Louis's position, it should be southwest.

Is there anyone important in the southwest?

Audrey recalled slowly.

"It's Baron Syndras and Duke Negan!"

Connecting it with pirates, it turns out that Louis is Qilingos!
His so-called secret mission is to assassinate one of Syndras and Negan!
Audrey pumped her fist excitedly, thrilled at her own wit.

Backlund's most beautiful Miss Diamond took a deep breath to calm her excitement and fear.

She paced back and forth in the bathroom, adjusting her clothes a little, and finally stopped in front of the bright mirror, bowed her head, and began to pray.

"Fool who does not belong to this era, mysterious ruler above the gray fog, the yellow and black king who controls good luck, I pray for your attention.
I pray that you will listen to me.”

"I found someone who looked like Hurricane Vice Admiral Qilingos at the ball held by Baron Sinderas."

"He disguised himself as Louis Oggsger, who has recently gained fame in Backlund, and used unknown extraordinary items to reduce his presence."

"And the focus is always on Duke Negan and Baron Syndras."

"Mr. Fool, what should I do? Can I ask for your help?"

In an unknown dark place, above the spiritual world, in the endless gray fog.

A red star expands and contracts.

On the other side, Klein, who was working in the Divination Club, had a strange expression on his face.

(End of this chapter)