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Chapter 889 - 889 460 Departure (4000)

Chapter 889: 460 Departure (4000) Chapter 889: 460 Departure (4000) Of course, Casio had a greater fondness for deliciousness than for beauty.

Any dark creature, even if it could transform into the world’s most beautiful and tempting woman, would still find that in front of Casio, his desire to feast would undoubtedly surpass his reproductive desires. Eating, was of paramount importance.

In the Hall that was suffused with a faint, enchanting fragrance, the wall lamps shone bright and hot. Casio Aaron, along with a group of aristocrats and council members, stood chatting idly, one topic concerned the Master of the Rapier from the Royal Family.

Constantine, once colloquially known as the Heart Marrow Sword. His second disciple was Silver Marrow Sword Sarsa, the unfortunate soul at the dark creatures experiment field. Evil Mother impersonated Sarsa for some time.

This successfully lured out a member of the Door Organization, Blood Ten, as well as subsequent events.

By Casio’s side, Number Five Shadow Hunter, Aaron, also wielded a Silver Marrow Rapier, qualifying him as half a disciple of Constantine. From this viewpoint, the Royal Family’s Master of the Rapier was no ordinary figure, capable of training two Shadow Hunters as disciples. According to Aaron, Constantine’s strength was profound and inscrutable, having carved his own path. He just hadn’t acted for the past twenty years, and no one knew what level his strength was at now. Could he match with a Holy Light Hunter?

Through Aaron’s introduction, Casio gained a whole new understanding of Constantine’s rapier technique. The Silver Marrow Kendo taught by Constantine emphasized the blooming of the marrow, where one bloom signified one extension of the rapier’s attack, and nine blooms represented an attack extending ninefold. That is, a cultivator at the pinnacle of Silver Marrow Kendo could land a thrust, equating to nine consecutive overlapping attacks!

Instantaneously piercing the enemy’s vital point in the chest, leaving behind the marks of nine clustered blooms. Beneath those wounds, the heart had already been churned into pulp by the blade’s edge. It was indeed a technique that guaranteed a kill with a single strike.

Aaron himself could only achieve a sixfold extension with his Silver Marrow Rapier, yet it was already one of his definitive lethal techniques. His half-mentor, Master of the Rapier Constantine, had been able to ensure a ninefold extension with every thrust twenty years ago. After more than twenty years, what about now?

Tenfold? Twentyfold? No one could say for sure.

Master Constantine was a top-class master maintained by the Royal Family, considered part of their foundation, and served as a form of checks and balances against the Dark Hunt Organization. Similarly, the Hong Li Council also had masters of such caliber. Otherwise, given the Dark Hunt Organization’s sole dominance, they would have long become lawless and ruled the entire Empire.

The seemingly stable tripartite balance of power was actually fraught with intricate and dirty confrontations behind the scenes. Casio was not interested in these matters. He harboured no yearning for money, power, or indulgences. Entering the Era of Retrospection was meant to enhance his Strength.

The reason Casio took some interest in understanding more about Master Constantine was that he suspected the latter practiced a certain special secret technique. Much like Casio once encountered the Black Mechanism Steward, Grim Reaper Amos, from the era of the Hong Li Federation, who commanded the three limits of the Gale and Heavy Rain ranging strands. Their cultivation of ancient secret techniques, though clearly not Martial Arts, possessed tremendous combat prowess and even Spirit Strength.

This led Casio to wonder whether these special secret techniques could be the rudimentary forms of some powerful ancient Martial Arts. Perhaps missing certain crucial components of their overall structure, rendering them unstable and with evident side effects.

Should he delve into these special secret techniques, Casio could perhaps comprehend the process by which ancient sages created Martial Arts from secret techniques. And he might discover the essence of Martial Arts, deepening his own understanding.

Casio contemplated this, quietly speculating. That Master of the Rapier Constantine hadn’t acted for twenty years, could it be due to side effects from such a special secret technique? When time permitted, he might make a visit or two.

Sparring with pinnacle masters from various eras and experiencing distinct special Martial Arts and secret techniques counted as one of the few pleasures Casio found during his Retrospection.

While he was lost in thought, suddenly, a commotion arose from the side of the Hall.

All eyes turned.

At the entrance, an imposing figure in a tailored trench coat was approaching step by step. His hands were enveloped in delicate goose-feather gloves. On the right thumb, he wore a peculiar Golden Ring, its sheen swirling, as if a liquid metal golden snake was spiraling and climbing around it, an orbit of its own.

The person arriving was none other than the tardy Chief Inspector of the Black Mechanism.

Red hair, red eyebrows, his aura akin to a slowly burning flame.

Suddenly, most gazes at the Duke’s Banquet were drawn to him. Some looked on with adoration, their eyes full of reverence, their mouths exclaiming in awe.

Quite clearly, among the attending aristocrats and council members who could all be deemed upper-class people, a significant portion had never seen the Chief Inspector of the Black Mechanism. Today’s gathering at Duke Augustus’s banquet was quite the event. As the leader of the Dark Hunt Organization, the Chief Inspector’s status in Florence was extraordinarily high.

He was on par with the King and the Speaker.

However, the Chief Inspector was very low profile, usually only appearing in the Transcendental Realm. Plus, he was a workaholic, with most banquet invitations being declined. Therefore, despite the many distinguished guests present, those who had really seen the Chief Inspector could be counted on two hands. Most had but a fleeting encounter and only two or three could boast of a conversation.