Chapter 1 As Suren Expected

As Suren expected, Aberke came to participate for the prize.

This copy of the "Four-Color Elemental Heart Core Structure Diagram," personally annotated by Master Lufan Hormont, is indeed very useful to Suren now.

He happened to have an original [Four-Color Elemental Heart] left by the ancient goblin technological civilization in his hand. Coupled with the knowledge on this copy, there is a high probability that he can make some new breakthroughs in the energy core research at this stage. If he can mass-produce high-energy-storage elemental hearts, his golem legion will be even more powerful in the future.

Suren had other plans, so he didn't say much to Aberke. After a few words of caution, he went to the parking lot where the motorcycles were parked.

Instinct told him that Augustus, who was wearing the vampire ring, had a problem, and he planned to follow him to see what was going on.

The award ceremony was still going on in the venue, and there were many motorcycles parked in the parking lot, and they hadn't left yet.

Suren glanced over and saw several luxurious steam cars parked in conspicuous positions.

One of the luxurious classical carriages had the Rodrigues family's noble coat of arms hanging on it.

In his soul perception, there were people in the vehicles next to it, obviously guards watching the cars.

Suren walked over calmly, but didn't approach that car. Instead, he quietly left a space marker on a white car that he passed.

He had observed the noble coat of arms before. This was the vehicle of Miss Elsa Bach, the co-champion.

Then Suren walked straight to his steam motorcycle, started it, and drove away from the parking lot.

He had also learned from lip-reading that those minor nobles would have a celebration party in a nightclub tonight.

There must be anti-tracking experts around these top noble young ladies and young masters, and ordinary tracking methods are useless and will be discovered.

Suren was not in a hurry. He left a marker and would see if he could catch any fish later.

...

Suren was quite busy now, and he rarely took half a day off to watch the competition of his two disciples.

After watching, he returned to Reina's apartment.

Gick's [Multi-Layer Overlapping Blasting Thermite Bomb] had been successfully made and was still undergoing final precision testing. The Royal Alchemy Academy would have a Victory Day celebration ceremony in a few days, and the security force of the library would be concentrated on the ceremony. Kit was preparing to take action at that time.

Suren didn't need to worry about this. He just wanted to make a mechanical prosthetic limb for Gick before the celebration ball, so that it would no longer affect his future life.

After dinner in the evening, Suren sensed the space marker he had left behind, and the vehicle of that Miss Elsa had begun to move in the northern city.

So he rode his motorcycle out.

Estimating the driving route of the marked vehicle, Suren found that the place where the group of minor nobles had agreed to party tonight seemed to be the nightclub district on the Rocovalen River.

It was not too far from Reina's apartment.

Suren rode his motorcycle out.

The sky had already darkened, and the Rocovalen River was lit up with colorful lights. Near the Lyndon Iron Bridge, the lights were brilliant, which was a high-end nightclub district where nobles liked to gather.

It was not as lively as the Fox Gem Avenue night market in the Queen's District, but it was extravagant enough.

Suren arrived not long after riding his motorcycle.

Most of the high-end nightclubs here are membership-based. Because he was not sure which bar those minor nobles had chosen, he did not rashly go in, but wandered around the neighborhood first.

The weather in Lyndon has always been rainy these days. It was raining again when he came.

After dark, the neon lights of the major night venues had been lit up, with a luxurious scene of purple, red, and blue three-color cold light as the main colors.

Suren walked into a dark alley and lit a 7 brand cigarette.

It wasn't that he had a nicotine addiction, but he wanted to get some smoky flavor on his body that was suitable for nightlife.

This was the alley behind a bar, piled with various empty wine bottles. Plump rats were squeaking and searching for food in the trash cans. Rainwater gathered on the side of the street and flowed into the sewer, making a gurgling sound.

Suren had nothing to do, so he jumped onto a low wall and squatted there smoking.

Just like when he was a gang leader in Old Lyndon, he knew very well that these dark alleys were sometimes more lively than the bars.

For example, right now, a pair of infatuated men and women sneaked into the dark alley and were passionately entangled in the corner where the light could not reach, without realizing that someone on the low wall was watching all of this with great interest.

Hiding in the shadows and peeking at the whole world gave people a sense of security.

Before long, the entangled men and women finished their business and left. Suren also sensed that the marked vehicle was parked in the parking lot two hundred meters away.

Calculating the distance from the parking lot, he immediately knew where those noble young ladies and young masters had chosen to revel tonight.

It was a high-end clubhouse called "Gustav Music House."

In the darkness, Suren's face showed a slight strange color.

Gustav was the original name of the great writer Fujiwara Hayato. This guy had written a tragic novel called "Music House" in his early years, which told a vulgar love story about a bar encounter.

He was not famous when he was alive, but now he is very popular.

Of course, this bar has nothing to do with that great writer.

That was just the name given to the clubhouse by the boss for the nobles who liked to be refined.

The target arrived, and Suren was about to leave after finishing his cigarette.

But at this moment, coincidentally, a woman ran into the alley outside in a hurry. She was not bad looking, with a very temperamental shoulder-length short hair, wearing a very capable black and white suit and overalls, probably a salaried class in the rich area. Her steps were slightly erratic, and she looked like she was drunk.

And she seemed to be targeted by someone, and walked in here to avoid something in a panic.

As soon as she came in, several people in leather clothes who were obviously gangsters followed with lewd faces.

Suren glanced at it, and most likely a drama of evil men bullying women was about to be staged.

This was too normal in the nightlife area.

He originally wanted to help out.

But almost at the same time, Suren perceived it, but found it quite interesting.

The woman was a second-order professional, and the gangsters were first-order.

It seemed that the identities of the prey and the hunter were not what they seemed.

Then, there was a series of operations.

The woman used some potion to easily stun several gangsters, and after groping out something from them, she stuffed them into the trash can.

Probably these guys would stay in the cold and smelly trash can until dawn.

And the woman didn't realize that there was a person squatting in the darkness who watched this scene the whole time.

"Tsk tsk, interesting..."

Suren watched a robbery of unknown reasons, and found it slightly interesting, but he was not interested in watching the follow-up.

Watching the woman leave, he walked out of the alley.

...

In front of him was a pointed building in the style of an ancient castle.

Suren had not been to this "Music House Clubhouse" before.

Looking at the price list hanging from a distance, the consumption was very high, and the price of wine was two or three times that of ordinary nightclubs, which directly screened and purified the guests.

The people who came in and out were either rich or expensive, or all kinds of flamboyant socialites.

Suren changed into a fairly decent suit, looking like a dentist who came to relax after work.

He walked directly to the clubhouse door, and the waiter at the door led him in.

The layout of the clubhouse was no different from other bars, with a dance floor, bar, booths, and private rooms. The atmosphere was ambiguous, the lights were dim, and the scene was one of extravagance and debauchery.

However, the decoration was more luxurious, and there were classical objects that nobles liked everywhere.

Although the clubhouse looked deserted on the street, and almost no noise could be heard,

The actual popularity was very strong.

The dance floor was crowded with people, and the booths were also occupied by 70% or 80%.

After entering, the restless music rushed into his ears, making his body excited with the rhythm.

Obviously, the phonograph playing music was a more advanced cursed object, and this range of sonic pollution would make people feel a deep spiritual pleasure.

What made Suren even more strange was that the waitresses here were all dressed as nuns.

Because it was a high-end clubhouse, the quality of the waitresses was very high, with beautiful looks and tall figures.

They all wore black and white headscarves, dotted with some sacred accessories such as crosses, looking holy and solemn.

However, their lower bodies were very sexy black dresses, slit to the waist, allowing guests to clearly see the lace stockings and straps when walking, and their slender legs were unobstructed.

This was a very advanced kind of sensuality.

The waiter introduced: "This is the latest theme of our clubhouse - the customer is God."

In the alchemical civilization, people have no reverence for gods, so no one thought it was offensive that the clubhouse made such a move.

Suren also found it quite novel when he looked at it, and chuckled.

At least it was more advanced than the bunny girls that he was tired of seeing in other nightclubs.

He casually ordered a pitcher of dark beer, which cost thousands of rylas, and Suren sat down at the bar.

Because in his perception, that Miss Elsa and Augustus had arrived and were celebrating in the private room upstairs.

...

Not long after Suren entered the "Music House Clubhouse", two mysterious guys were busy in an unmanned alley in the bar area.

If Suren was here, he would definitely recognize that the short-haired woman among the two was the guy who had robbed the gang before.

At this moment, the short-haired woman was changing into a high-slit black and white nun's outfit.

While changing, she murmured and complained: "Hey, hey, I said old man, can you have a little confidence in me? This is not the first time for this kind of commission. What's with your distrustful look?"

The gray-haired old cowboy responded: "Oh, Amelia, you know you've screwed up commissions before... Your kindness is incompatible with this society, it will kill you."

Hearing this, the short-haired woman rolled her eyes at him, but said nothing.

The old cowboy earnestly persuaded: "I'm telling you, after finding the client's young lady, get out of here quickly. Don't cause trouble, you know! This is the territory of the Razor Gang, and I don't want to cause any trouble. And this matter is obviously strange. Someone dared to kidnap the young lady of a rich family, and didn't ask for a ransom, and it's not revenge. This is definitely not a general human trafficking. It's probably related to some scandals of the noble masters. These are not things that our little detectives can get involved in..."

Before he could finish speaking, the short-haired woman interrupted impatiently and said: "I know! I know! Old man, you have said it many times. I'll come out after completing this commission, and I won't mess around!"

"..."

The old cowboy listened, smacked his lips, seemed a little helpless, and sighed slightly.

...

Suren sat at the bar in the clubhouse, like ordinary drinkers, taking a sip of wine from time to time to pass the time.

Occasionally, he could flirt with the waitresses who struck up a conversation, but he didn't mean to leave.

He still had to observe what the group of minor nobles upstairs were going to do.

Moreover, after coming in, Suren also discovered some abnormalities.

This seemingly normal clubhouse actually had a secret room in the basement of the wine cellar.

Moreover, those secret rooms obviously had devices that interfered with perception and exploration, and even Suren's space perception was distorted.

This was obviously not an ordinary basement.

Suren quietly took out the black umbrella, and then clearly sensed that there were several people locked up in the mysterious underground secret room.

This completely aroused his interest.

Lyndon does not prohibit the slave trade, so it is normal for nightclubs to have slaves imprisoned, and gangs also have illegal human trafficking.

But that is usually in low-end night venues, and this kind of high-end clubhouse will not have it.

Moreover, what surprised Suren was that those people in the secret room were obviously professionals.

Although the ranks were not high, they were all first-order and second-order, but they should not be clubhouse waitresses.

"Who are they imprisoning?"

Suren pondered in his heart.

And at this time, a scene that made him even more interested happened.

A large wave of new customers came to the door, but Suren found that one of them had a familiar soul fire.

Even without looking, he knew that this was the short-haired woman he had met in the alley before.

"Why is she here?"

Suren's eyes turned, and he also thought it was a coincidence.

A slight glance from the corner of his eye, he happened to see the short-haired woman walk into a dark corner.

Two seconds later, she appeared in his vision again. With a change of clothes, the trench coat on her body turned into the sexy nun's uniform of a clubhouse waitress.

"Oh? Interesting..."

Suren looked at her magical changing behavior, and immediately understood, thinking: "Is she going for those people imprisoned in the basement?"

Normal guests don't need to disguise themselves to come here.

She had also stunned those gangsters before, obviously taking away the access key or something.

That short-haired woman looked very professional, like a special profession such as a detective or spy. Without attracting anyone's attention, she quietly mixed into the depths of the clubhouse.

Suren remained calm and perceived everything.

The woman was obviously prepared and professional enough. She avoided some dark lines of the clubhouse and quietly walked towards the wine cellar.

Suren thought she was here to save people.

And looking at her professional methods, she probably wouldn't be discovered.

He would just quietly watch the show.

However, just when Suren was watching the woman's actions with interest, suddenly, his pupils shrank sharply: "A strong person is coming?!"

At this time, a very special wave suddenly appeared in the range of soul perception.

That soul wave was even more peculiar than the feeling that the sixth-order Augustus upstairs gave him.

It was like... a very familiar aura of hell.

"..."

Suren sat at the bar without any movement, drinking wine calmly.

Even without looking, he sensed that the "expert" had entered the clubhouse, and then sat not far from him.

"Is he coming for me, or did we just happen to meet?"

Suren was not sure in his heart.

But he thought it should be the latter.

He didn't expect that he would encounter so many strange things just by coming to follow someone and have a drink.

The lights in the clubhouse flickered, and Suren saw the guy's face clearly on a reflective iron plate in front. It was an old cowboy with gray hair and very sloppy.

...

Although Amelia told her old man not to follow, "Spirit Detective" Jerome was worried about her safety, so he quietly followed her into the clubhouse.

He chose an inconspicuous location and sat down at the corner of the bar.

But at this time, his intuition told him that there seemed to be something wrong with the environment.

The moment he released his perception, he suddenly felt like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. His hair stood on end and goosebumps popped up instantly.

"Fuck!"

He cursed inwardly.

It was a feeling of indescribable terror, as if sitting next to the god of death, which made people feel a chill down their spine.

"Is something going to happen tonight?"

Jerome was terrified in his heart.

He, who had always been cautious, immediately realized that something was wrong.

He knew that a young doctor was sitting not far from him, and the source of the danger came from there.

But he didn't dare to look, and didn't dare to make any movement.

After waiting for a while, the person did not move, and Jerome felt that he could breathe smoothly.

"He's not coming for me, we should have met by chance..."

Jerome felt that the other party should not have discovered him, and he sensed again, "Strange, how can his soul be so terrifying? When did such a character appear in Lyndon?"

The person was still drinking silently, but the calmer he was, the more uneasy Jerome felt in his heart.

He finally decided to test it out.

Taking advantage of the time to pay the bartender, he took out a dirty sheepskin money bag.

Then he reached in and fiddled around.

The metal coins jingled for a moment, and Jerome got a coin. He was just about to take out the money bag, but at that moment, his eyes caught a glimpse of the scarlet blood color on the coin. His eyes twitched sharply, and cold sweat instantly covered his forehead. He shouted wildly in his heart: "My Lord! How many people has this guy killed to make me touch this blood-colored gold coin?"

Jerome didn't dare to take out the gold coin, but weighed it a little, and it was light, and a strange look appeared in his eyes again: "But... the judgment result is actually not going to hell? Strange, I have never seen such heavy karma. But he is actually a kind person in the 'Holy Judgment'?"

Although he was puzzled, Jerome suddenly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

At least, he was not an enemy.

...

That old cowboy thought Suren hadn't noticed him.

But he didn't want to, from the moment this guy entered the door, Suren had been paying attention to this guy's every move.

He was indeed very strong, but what was going on with this guy's inexplicable behavior?

Although this guy concealed it very well, Suren could see clearly that he was sweating, stiff, and his face was white and red... It seemed that his mental activity was very intense?

However, when Suren saw this guy taking out the sheepskin money bag, his eyes became a little strange: "Is this guy fortune-telling?"

[Traitor's Money Bag]

Detailed explanation: This is a divination dark magic device that can judge whether the target is guilty; according to legend, the dead from hell used it to judge whether the human soul should go to hell;

Suren glanced at the information identified by the All-Knowing Eye, and guessed something in his heart: "Is this magic device used to divine people? Could it be divining me."

If it was the nearest principle, then he was the only strange one among the drinkers around this bar.

"Did this guy discover some flaw in me?"

Suren was slightly surprised, and thought: "It should be some special talent, or professional ability. He can use this money bag, he should not be an alchemist, but a believer in God..."

He had a jammer on him, and in theory, perception-type professionals should not be able to discover him.

But he directly took out the money bag, obviously he had discovered something before doing so.

And he hid it very well.

If Suren didn't have the All-Knowing Eye, he couldn't see that this behavior of touching money without energy fluctuations was divination.

Suren saw that this old cowboy didn't show any malice towards him, and didn't "sneeze", so he ignored him.

The two drank their wine without speaking.

And in Suren's perception, the short-haired woman had successfully sneaked into the wine cellar, and then into the basement.

Her actions were decisive, just like when she robbed those gangsters in the dark alley before.

...

After a while, Suren looked at the clock at the bar.

In less than ten minutes, the figure of the short-haired woman appeared in his vision.

At this time, she was also followed by a young blond girl who was obviously trembling.

This soul wave was one of the people imprisoned in the basement just now.

Seeing the short-haired woman come out, the old cowboy beside her no longer sat down and walked directly out of the clubhouse.

Seeing this, Suren also understood, "So these two guys are in the same group..."

They were here to save people.

But they didn't save the others, that is to say, they should be private detectives or something, not official people.

They didn't want to cause trouble, so they only rescued the target.

Suren didn't think there was anything wrong.

It was easy to bring one person out of this clubhouse, but if they brought a few more, they would most likely be discovered, and none of them would be rescued.

And now it seemed that those people were imprisoned in the basement, obviously involved in some secrets.

Getting involved would be a big trouble.

Suren watched the old cowboy cover the short-haired woman to rescue people and leave the clubhouse, and didn't want to chase after him to ask about the situation.

Because in his perception, someone discovered that there were fewer people in the basement.

...

Not long after the short-haired woman rescued people, a fourth-order professional walked into the basement.

He was the boss of the Razor Gang, Lawrence Hilby.

The Razor Gang was an old gang in Lyndon. After the "Black Stone", one of the three major gangs in Lyndon, successfully whitewashed, they were still the group of people who remained on the underworld.

Although they don't control many night venues, their influence is extraordinary.

Because behind the Razor Gang stood a certain councilor!

"Damn it! How can there be one less person!"

Lawrence found that someone had been robbed of a person just now, and his face turned pale with fright.

No one would have thought that a gang boss who killed people like hemp would be so frightened that he would tremble and talk to himself in horror as if he was panicked: "I must not let that adult know that there is one less person, otherwise I will be dead..."

Losing a first-order girl was not a big deal originally.

Just let the brothers kidnap another one.

But he knew very well that once that adult knew that the secret room had been exposed, he and his family would be killed immediately.

Thinking of this, Lawrence immediately made a decision.

He didn't even notify anyone to chase the little thief, but quietly erased everything, as if nothing had happened.

...

On the other hand, Suren watched someone go to the basement, and obviously found that there were fewer people, but the clubhouse was still silent.

"Strange, there is one less person, but they don't even chase after them?"

Suren was still wondering why the reaction of the fourth-order guy was so strange,

At this time,

He suddenly found that after the group of minor nobles upstairs reveled, that "Augustus" actually came out alone.

Then, in Suren's perception, that guy actually went to the cellar alone.

"It's for him!"

In an instant, a flash of inspiration flashed in Suren's mind, and he suddenly understood what was going on with those people in the basement!

He watched "Augustus" enter the basement, and the other six groups of soul fires went out not long after.

"I should have thought of it earlier... the vampire ring! Those imprisoned people are that old monster's food!"

A flame suddenly rose in Suren's heart.

The [Lilith's Vampire Ring] can prolong life and maintain youth, but the premise is that virgin blood must be sucked to weaken the curse backlash.

That old thing has lived to this day, and I don't know how many innocent girls he has killed.

Thinking of this, a cold light flashed in Suren's eyes, with a kind of inexplicable anger: "This is the nobility..."

...

Augustus came out of the underground secret room, with a look of dissatisfaction on his face, that was unfulfilled, and he was not satisfied.

Lawrence, the boss of the Razor Gang, was sweating profusely when he saw that cold light, and lowered his head, not daring to look directly.

"Lawrence, I remember I told you, if it is only this quality, next time there should be at least eight, not seven."

"Yes, my lord! But please understand the difficulties of the villain... Professionals above the first level are usually not young, and it is difficult to find virgins of the right age. There are very few real virgins in the slave market. The various academies in Lyndon do have them, but they all have backgrounds. If you kidnap too many, there will be a lot of trouble later. Recently, I heard that someone on the road is inquiring about the news of 'this batch of goods'. If I am not careful, I may be targeted..."

"You don't have to worry about the police station. No one will cause you trouble. Just let go and do it. Remember, if anyone peeps into this matter, deal with it immediately. If you encounter a tricky person, contact me immediately, and I will send someone to solve it. Also, if it is still like this next time, you know the consequences."

"Yes, my lord!"

Augustus didn't say much and left quietly.

...

Suren didn't think that coming here this time, he would actually discover this big secret.

It turned out that that "Augustus" had been finding girls through gangs to use as cursed food to eliminate cursed characteristics?

But for top nobles like the Rodrigues family, the death of a few civilians is really not a big deal.

Suren sensed that that "Augustus" had returned to the private room upstairs, and he had no interest in staying any longer.

Even if he wanted to do it, it was not now.

He didn't have the certainty to kill.

After drinking the wine in the glass, Suren planned to watch for a while before leaving, but at this time, he suddenly sensed that the short-haired woman who had left before had returned again.

"What is this woman going to do?"

Suren was slightly surprised, watching her mix into the clubhouse with the crowd again, just like before, and then put on the nun's uniform.

Seeing this, he immediately understood that this woman still wanted to save people.

But now the people in the basement are dead, and going now will not only not save anyone, but will also be discovered.

Thinking of this, Suren sighed slightly and greeted her.