My Divine Pet Enables Me To Become The Biggest Winner
Chapter 1263 - 484: Stealing God_2

Chapter 1263: Chapter 484: Stealing God_2

Fatty Manager still couldn’t believe it: "That’s not possible, McGinny Your Excellency is the Power of the Six Mountains! There must have been some accident, McGinny Your Excellency must be delayed by something else, just wait a little longer, a little longer ..."

He spent the night in the restaurant, and McGinny never showed up.

At six in the morning, he could no longer sit still and frantically knocked on the door of the Ancient Mansion. The Noblewoman, dressed in her nightgown, appeared in the living room, her figure still seductively curvy, but her face was etched with anger: "You foolish pig, what is so urgent to wake me up so early in the morning?"

From some corner, the black cat sprung out like a black bolt of lightning, hissing and darting past Fatty Manager. His face registered several deep scratches, quickly seeping fresh blood.

"Madam!" Fatty Manager was trembling: "McGinny Your Excellency has not returned, and that swindler...he unashamedly returned to the hotel."

"Really?" the Movewoman’s actions stopped, and after a moment she stretched out her hand. The black cat was lying in her arms, having crept out from god knows where.

"That’s impossible!" the Noblewoman declared adamantly.

The Fatty Manager also believed it to be impossible, which is why he was so panicked. But with the bad news continuously coming in, the Death Sect tried to contact McGinny using his Divine Artifacts but didn’t receive any response for a whole day. McGinny was nowhere to be found– dead or alive. No matter how urgent his business was, he should have sent a message back after a whole day.

By dinner, the Noblewoman’s hand holding the knife and fork began to tremble, causing the silverware to clink against the plate. She put her silverware down and drew in a deep breath, ordering her servant, "Ask Mr. Abraham to prepare. He will accompany me on a visit to a guest."

Abraham was not from the merchant’s guild; he was a tutor in the royal family of the royal capital, a Power of the Six Mountains. It was rumored that the Noblewoman’s position as the head of the merchant’s guild in Tuolei Duosa City owed a lot to this nobility.

Half an hour later, a luxurious carriage parked outside the Torch Hotel, and Fatty Manager, his legs trembling, stepped down from the carriage. He was there to invite a dangerous criminal who could kill the Power of the Six Mountains! Considering how he had previously driven him from the Hoffman Restaurant, the manager felt like crying; at that moment, it felt like he had shaken hands with Death himself.

The manager looked back at the carriage with pleading eyes, but behind the carriage window, the Noblewoman’s stern expression emerged. The manager had no choice but to walk into the hotel.

Inside the carriage, Abraham was dressed in an expensive black wool suit, his lapel and cuffs embroidered with intricate patterns in silver thread. His hair and beard were pure white without a hint of stray hairs, exuding an aura of power, maturity, and confidence. His every movement bore the elegance of nobility– at least that’s how Abraham saw himself.

From the Noblewoman next to him, he sensed the panic hidden beneath her harshness. He disliked this woman. Becoming a noble’s concubine wasn’t shameful in Boneset Country, but this woman’s ambition was too great, or rather the ambition of the Hoffman Brothers Association was. And she wasn’t calm enough; whenever anything happened, she’d panic and immediately seek help instead of trying to solve it herself.

Just because McGinny was untraceable, they concluded he had perished? That was absurd. Were they really unaware of how powerful a Power of the Six Mountains could be? Could an outsider trickster kill McGinny? In this continent under the watch of My God, such an outrageous thing could never happen.

But he hid his true emotions, considering himself to have maintained a gentlemanly demeanor: "You don’t need to panic. Although we can’t contact McGinny at the moment, it’s clear to me how powerful the Power of the Six Mountains is. He wouldn’t be killed so easily; there might be some internal matter we’re unaware of."

"It’s more likely, from my experience, that the high-level believer of the Power of the Six Mountains suddenly lost contact because he got an insight and had a new understanding of My God’s doctrine. Thus, he couldn’t wait to find a place to contemplate, subsequently deliberately cutting off all contact with the outside world."

"With me protecting you, no force in Tuolei Duosa City could harm you."

Within a flicker of uncertainty, the Noblewoman let out a sigh of relief: "Thank you. Without you, I really wouldn’t know what to do." She was clearly more convinced by Abraham’s reasoning.

Master Son gladly accepted the invitation, stepped out to the carriage, and glanced at the noblewoman’s Abraham. He took the initiative to speak with interest: "You are a believer in the Power of the Six Mountains? I have a Divine Artifact, discounted for you. Are you interested?"

As Master Son spoke, he casually tossed out the pipe. "Clack," it landed in the middle of the carriage on a small table. With his hair and beard impeccably neat, his suit spotless, and his demeanor oozing with arrogance and confidence, Abraham’s commanding presence shattered at the sound. His whole person seemed to crumble, his mouth agape in disbelief, his eyes revealing an incredulous light.

Of course, he recognized this Six Mountain Divine Artifact. Also, like the "Lifebound Artifacts," the believers also possessed fundamental Divine Artifacts that formed their core. For instance, a novice believer in the Power of Six Mountains, if without a main Power of the Six Mountains Divine Artifact, couldn’t even be considered a complete Six Mountain individual.

This pipe was precisely McGinny’s core Divine Artifact. And the pipe being in this trickster’s hand was the most direct evidence of McGinny’s demise.