The corpse stood up straight.
With a surge of spirituality, the wounds on his body and the bloodstains on his coat all faded away.
It was as if everything that had just happened was merely an illusion.
"Mester, you're not dead?!"
The infernal demon's yellow eyes suddenly contracted.
There was a hint of unmaskable surprise in its muffled voice.
"As you can see."
The psychiatrist named Mester gave a slight smile.
He stretched his arms with extreme elegance.
He even performed a light pirouette on the spot, showing off his perfectly intact body.
"I am alive and well."
"Not even a single hair is missing."
The atmosphere instantly fell into a bizarre, deathly silence.
Only the remaining wood made popping and cracking sounds as it burned in the fire.
"Since you're alive..."
Violence suddenly flooded Guss the infernal demon's face, which looked like rough, cooled lava.
It took a heavy step forward, its massive metal warboot directly crushing a thick wooden board in front of it.
"Then give me back the money you owe me!"
Along with a deafening roar.
The infernal demon stretched its broad palm straight out in front of Mester.
"Guss, I told you, not yet!"
Facing this terrifying physical pressure, Mester did not show the slightest hint of shrinking back.
He only frowned slightly, his tone carrying a trace of impatience at being disturbed.
"I told you, wait a little longer!"
"Wait until I finish dealing with that side!"
Guss?
Was the name really that short and grounded?
However, Elias's movements were not idle at all.
Seeing this human and demon getting into a heated argument over a so-called debt problem on the spot.
This was the perfect time to run!
While the demon creditor and the deadbeat were arguing, if he didn't slip away now, was he supposed to stay and wait for them to finish their fight so he could collect their corpses?
Moreover, his spirituality was slowly draining as he resisted Guss's terrifying spiritual pressure.
Elias's left hand slowly and discreetly moved toward his waist.
The cold gun handle fit perfectly against his palm.
His thumb silently rested on the revolver's cylinder.
Click...
A suppressed sound of metal clicking was perfectly masked by the argument between the infernal demon and Mester.
The cylinder rotated precisely.
It brought the cloud bullet into the ready position, right where the hammer would strike.
This was a ironclad rule he had set for himself before leaving today.
Out of every six bullets, there had to be one tactical bullet used for saving his life and escaping!
He didn't seek to kill the enemy, only to create an extremely chaotic smokescreen.
The instant blindness and visual obstruction of the Cloud Spell.
Plus the concealment of the Moonlight Veil.
And finally, combined with the speed of the Wind-Chaser Boots.
It was worth a try!
Elias narrowed his eyes, staring at Mester not far away, his gaze flickering.
Earlier on the street, this damned psychiatrist had created several illusory clones that were difficult to distinguish from the real thing.
It was by relying on visual cover similar to the Cloud Spell that he was able to escape and scatter right under the noses of so many senior investigators from the Seventh Agency.
However.
He had run into the containment object in Cecil's hands.
But right now.
What made Elias feel extremely puzzled and even a bit chilled was another serious problem.
Existence level.
No matter how good this psychiatrist named Mester was at disguising himself, the spiritual fluctuations that escaped from his body when he rose from the dead just now absolutely couldn't lie.
At most, he was at the level of a Scale Two!
A mere Scale Two low-scale transcendent.
How could he speak as an equal with this infernal demon who was at least a Scale Five or higher?
How could he even be so self-righteous about not paying back his debt and speaking so rudely?!
This was simply not in line with the basic common sense of the occult!
What was even stranger.
Elias clearly remembered talking in detail with old Ed about the spells of the Moon Lord's path of faith.
In the Scale One and Scale Two stages of the Moon Lord path.
There were absolutely no spells in the low-tier spell list that could directly generate clones!
The Moon Lord's spells leaned toward mental interference, protection, and spiritual concealment.
There were definitely no such illusions that could manifest people out of thin air, or even bring them back from the dead.
Then, excluding all impossible options.
Only one truth remained.
And that was, this Mester must be using the power of some extremely powerful transcendent tool!
Perhaps even a spell scroll.
Just as Elias took a deep breath, his muscles tensing as he planned to execute his escape plan immediately.
His revolver had already been pulled halfway out of its holster.
"I don't care about any Mist Veil Society!"
Infernal demon Guss's deafening roar suddenly exploded in the ruins.
"You must give me the money agreed upon in the contract today!"
Mist Veil Society?!
The Mist Veil Society again?!!!
The moment he heard those three words, Elias felt as if he had been struck by lightning.
His movement of drawing the gun froze in place.
His eyes widened, and his heart roared wildly.
Could it be that the evil cults of the Kingdom of Velen had all died out and gone extinct?!
Or was this city a monopoly?!
How the hell could he hear the famous name of the Mist Veil Society everywhere?!
Were they planning to ring the bell and go public?!
Was their business scope really that extensive?!
In the half-second that Elias was frantically complaining in his mind.
Infernal demon Guss spoke again.
This time, there was a touch of cruelty in its voice.
"Otherwise..."
Guss gripped the burning Everburning Blade in its hand tightly, and the hellfire on the blade suddenly expanded outward.
"Even if I cannot personally kill you due to the rules and restrictions of the contract."
"I can have this Moon Lord believer kill you!"
As soon as the words fell.
Infernal demon Guss's head, which had thick horns, suddenly turned around.
The heat and pressure rushed toward him like something physical.
"As long as you accept this deal!"
Guss said roughly to Elias.
"I can draw up a contract immediately!"
"You help me kill him!"
The infernal demon pointed a finger dripping with lava at Mester.
Then, it pointed at the shimmering metal safe in the corner of the ruins.
"Then open the box!"
"As a reward, I can give you an extra ten percent of the money inside!"
More money?!
Elias reacted immediately. This wasn't a matter of whether the money was more or not; this was a death trap!
He hurriedly took the revolver that was halfway out and, with an extremely ridiculous but heavily disguised movement, shoved it back into the holster.
He even naturally smoothed the hem of his trench coat, pretending as if nothing had happened.
However, this little movement of trying to cover things up was, after all, too slow.
It did not escape Mester's sharp eyes.
"Heh..."
Mester looked at Elias and suddenly let out a malicious sneer.
"Guss, you don't understand humans."
Mester elegantly adjusted his white cuffs, his tone slow and deliberate, carrying a sense of mockery.
"He is a Scale Two..."
Mester paused, seemingly examining Elias carefully.
Then, the look of mockery on his face became even more intense and blatant.
"No."
"He's just a Scale One unlucky bastard."
Mester ruthlessly exposed Elias's true level.
"Being targeted by a monster like you, he's probably about to piss himself."
"And he would help you kill me?"
Mester took a step forward, his leather shoes making a crisp sound as they stepped on broken glass.
"What a massive joke."
Elias's fists suddenly tightened.
Damn it, who's about to piss themselves?!
"However..."
Mester's tone suddenly shifted.
His deep eyes suddenly fixed on Elias in the corner.
The look in his eyes was no longer simple contempt.
Instead, an extremely greedy glint flashed through them!
"This guy's spirituality is actually much more abundant than an average transcendent..."
Mester licked his dry lips and turned his head to look at the infernal demon.
"Guss, how about this."
"Just wait a little longer."
"As for this fellow initiate of mine..."
The smile on Mester's face became extremely cruel and cold.
"I can turn him into coins first."
"To settle some of the debt, how about it?"
"He's worth at least two, no, three coins!"
Turn me into coins?!
Are the coins you're talking about even normal?!
This is blatantly trying to take my life!
A storm surged in Elias's heart in an instant, and his brain worked frantically.
All the clues were instantly connected at this moment.
It seemed.
This psychiatrist, who was putting on an act on the surface, was definitely involved.
He was either a member of the Mist Veil Society.
Or he was a collaborator with very deep vested interests in the Mist Veil Society!
And the "coins" Mester and Guss were talking about just now.
Could definitely not be the gold crowns he understood!
They were something else in the field of the occult!
Wait!
Guss was an infernal demon from the spirit world!
It was a pure spirit world creature!
Then.
The true identity of the "coins" these two bastards were talking about was obvious—
Soul coins!
Turning me into soul coins?!
No way.
Elias suddenly straightened his back and immediately turned to look at Guss.
"I accept your deal."
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