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Chapter 887 - 887 459 Position (4000)

Chapter 887: 459 Position (4000) Chapter 887: 459 Position (4000) “Rumble, rumble, rumble…”

Two horse carriages, one following the other, slowly made their way.

At the original spot, only Soss and Nien’s horse carriage remained.

Next to the carriage window, terror had clarified Soss’s gaze, with the original madness and fury scared away without a trace. The bloodshot that once occupied half of his eyeball was now reduced to a thin layer encircling his socket. His heart felt cold, his body chilled, as if he were submerged in an ice cavern.

He and Bai Kui were no longer on the same level.

What was he? A Dark Gold Level hunter whose potential had been exhausted, merely a decent combat force. He used to have the backing of the Royal Family, but after failing to secure a seat among the Shadow Hunters and suffering side effects from a desperate attempt to enhance his strength, his power ceiling had been firmly capped. In other words, he no longer had any developmental value. Now was the time for the Royal Family to extract benefits from him to compensate for their losses; how could they possibly continue to invest more resources? Therefore, in reality, Soss had already lost even the Royal Family backing.

It was only due to the inertia of the past that he still had the veneer of a genius seed. In a year or two at most, that veneer would peel away.

Exposing a weak, ugly, and emaciated mad lion.

And Bai Kui? He was a Shadow Hunter, even number two in the ranking. That placed him not only an entire tier above Soss but many smaller ones as well. Coupled with his role as the head of the Clinic, he possessed formidable strength and held substantial authority in his hands. Just as Nien referred to him, Lord Blood Fist. Indeed, Bai Kui was already a significant figure, while someone like himself was at best equivalent to a commander under him…

In reality, Soss was still overestimating himself, rating himself too highly.

A commander?

Each commander in the new session of the Clinic was solidly at the level of a Shadow Hunter, each with their own tricky methods and special abilities. Even before Casio released them from the lair of the Wild Beast, they were criminals of the third underground level, notorious for their extreme ferocity. Due to their transformation into Wild Beasts, their combat prowess was infinitely close to that of Shadow Hunters, necessitating the personal intervention of the head of the Clinic for their containment.

Among the ranks of the Dark Gold Level hunters, there were quite a few Elite Doctors in the Clinic. And this number was still increasing as the doctors continued to Cultivate the Demon Seed and familiarize themselves with the abilities of the Demon Idol Totem.

On the White Stone Road, inside a carriage compartment with golden patterns on its surface,

Soss’s complexion was terribly unsightly as he coldly spat out a sentence.

“I’m feeling unwell, back to the Manor.”

The carter in front hesitated for a moment but obediently complied, steering the horse carriage to turn around and return the way they came.

“Heh…”

In another muted black carriage, Nien chuckled lightly. He had decided to share today’s amusing episode with his friends, the perfect piece of gossip.

Especially when the unfortunate protagonist was Soss, whom Nien disliked.

“Hehe.”

Smugly chuckling, he looked towards the distant grand and exquisite Manor Building. He wondered if, as the Rumors suggested, Ninth Princess Angela would initiate contact with that number two Dark Hunt figure. He had to observe this closely in secret, so he could embellish the story when boasting to his friends.

At five fifty-eight in the afternoon, inside a white Hall Building,

The place was brightly lit, with iron wall lamps cast in the shape of petals and adorned with a layer of gold paint and intricate carvings by craftsmen hanging at intervals along the walls. The flames burned bright and smokeless, steady and illuminating.

Under the feet of all the guests was a layer of soft carpet, seemingly made of fine animal hides brought from the Northland. The fur so delicate and pure it could serve as a blanket for sleeping, was now merely being trodden upon by shoes.

In the middle of the Hall, two or three long, black tables were spaced apart, covered with white cloths. Upon them were laid silver goblets, bouquets, fruit platters, desserts, and the like. Some tables even held an array of drinks for guests to help themselves.

At this moment, the Banquet was about to begin. Aristocrats in the Hall had begun to mingle, exuding elegance and wearing luxurious attire.

The ladies dragged their expensive gowns, their hair done up stylishly. Some adorned their hands with gloves as thin as gauze, revealing their white, soft palms through the gaps as they spoke in faint whispers with light laughter.

The gentlemen were dressed in two styles: some of the old-school Aristocrats still wore noble attire with intricate white lace at their collars and cuffs, while the new nobility and Council officials donned tailored tailcoats, mostly black with various complements and patterns.

Dressed to impress, they gathered in groups of two or three, discussing politics.

In the corner of the Hall, a band was playing, with the melodic and soothing sound of their instruments flowing softly through the Air, like a smooth stream.

At the entrance, a few late-arriving guests straggled in.

With smiles on their faces, they greeted acquaintances.

It was fifty-nine past five.

At the entrance, two Silhouettes stepped into the Hall on cue.

Unlike the regular guests, they did not adhere to the Banquet’s dress code but wore distinctive personal attire.

The slightly shorter Silhouette on the left was dressed in a neat and tidy hunting outfit, the light black color suggesting it was for hunting purposes. The man on the right kept it simpler, with a large black Trench Coat.