Chapter 570: Chapter 162: All Mortals Must Die

Lu Shuai frowned. Of course, he knew the other party was definitely not doing this for charity. However, in the short term, the strength it took to purchase was one of them, even if she had other motives.

"Five hundred gold." Lu Shuai extended his right hand and said, "But within a year, I can pay the interest to redeem it."

This price is a bit steep, but considering the heritage of that house, it could be considered fair.

"The house is pawned to me, you can redeem it at the same price after a year. Marksin doesn’t care about your interest." Patir said.

Lu Shuai was taken aback, looking at Patir, smiling bitterly, "Can I know why you’re buying this? I know I don’t have much of a stance, but I hope you can preserve the last bit of my dignity."

Patir smiled, indeed she followed Feili here. To completely defeat Feili, preparations were necessary, the popularity from a beauty contest is not enough to win the vice president position.

"I’ll try my best." Patir said with a smile.

"I’m in a hurry, what’s the soonest it can be done?" Lu Shuai asked.

"Come pick it up tomorrow morning, have the house deed and contract ready." Patir said.

"Alright," Lu Shuai gritted his teeth and said decisively, "Thank you, Miss Patir."

Patir gave a bewitching smile, "This is a very lucrative deal, no need for thanks, I have something I want to ask you."

"Please go ahead."

"Are you familiar with Li Xin?"

"Brother Li? Very familiar." Lu Shuai nodded.

"Help me arrange to meet him, but don’t mention me." Patir said with a smile.

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Shadowy Sea Area, Five Claw Island.

Night fell, inside the inn, Cantona was drinking, sitting opposite an elegant and dignified lady, dressed lavishly like a Moncalleta noble.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Luna Re smiled seductively, "Moncalleta truly excels in enjoyment, isn’t this outfit quite sexy?"

"Anything from upstairs?" Cantona said indifferently.

"I just caught a Moncalleta Count, soon I’ll be the Countess." Luna Re gestured elegantly with her slender jade fingers, displaying a huge emerald on her finger, glistening under the light.

Cantona knew she was intentionally provoking him, "Talk business."

"The Cardinal Hall’s order is for you to consume the Evil God’s Magic Potion." Luna Re said with a smile.

Cantona’s heart sank, he had been fantasizing these past few days, but the worst choice came. The Magic Potion given by the Death Church was one hundred percent problematic, it’s like pushing him into the fire pit.

"Is there anything else?"

"Yes, if you find you cannot control your faith, drink the potion given by the Church Court as well." Luna Re said with a smile, as if in her eyes, Cantona’s facial expression was like a work of art.

Cantona was helpless, the orders from above were clear, he was to continue infiltrating the Death Church, if uncontrolled, he was to commit suicide, leaving him no way out.

"I’ve conveyed the order, and I am to oversee its execution." Luna Re bit her lip gently, speaking softly.

Cantona looked at Luna Re coldly, Luna Re smiled slightly, "Why look like you want to bite? Isn’t it always like this? Before consuming the potion, don’t you want to do something else? You might not have the chance later."

A double entendre, Cantona didn’t impulsively act like before, suddenly noticing the ridicule within Luna Re’s eyes beneath her smile.

It’s not him, not her, but the entire world, the original surge of brutal desire instantly faded.

Sitting opposite him, isn’t she also another pitiable person?

Cantona poured Luna Re a glass of wine, took out the Magic Potion from the Death Church, broke the seal, and raised it with a smile, "Death is also a homecoming, come, accompany me for a toast."

Luna Re was prepared to be pounced on by Cantona, but didn’t expect this. Suddenly, she laughed, perhaps it’s more stimulating, raising her glass, "Death is also a homecoming, wishing everything goes well, Master Cantona."

Cantona drank it in one gulp, the Magic Potion burned down his throat into the stomach, and it felt like something exploded inside.

"Sorry, for everything, and thank you." Cantona smiled, "If I fail to break through, and don’t want to become a monster, please clean it up, thankfully no outsiders."

Then the potion bottle dropped, and he lost consciousness.

Looking at Cantona smiling on the ground, Luna Re’s smile disappeared, her expression complex as she gazed at Cantona.

Tick-tock, tick-tock, as time passed, Cantona remained unmoving on the ground, his Spiritual Ability fluctuating continuously.

Yet Cantona felt his consciousness continually dropping, hot and cold, ears filled with a variety of piercingly sharp sounds, like countless souls wailing, threatening to tear his soul to pieces, Cantona was unmoved, as a devotee who traversed between the Nether God and Death God, the only certainty was not fearing death.

Time was unfelt, the various torments were mentally prepared for, even an inner madness, he wanted to see the Death God, glimpse the legendary Divine Being of the old era, even if to explode at first glance, to die spectacularly.

However, at that moment his descent halted, he sensed some majestic power, indescribable, tears streaming instantly, followed by an overwhelming sense of tearing, Netherworld Blade radiating light, Four Lives initiate.

With a shout, Cantona opened his eyes, reality’s sounds gradually came back, seeming like dawn was breaking.

Soul returning to reality, still in the inn’s room, Luna Re still sitting there, just her gaze at him was peculiar.

"Congratulations, esteemed Master Cantona, you’ve initiated the Four Lives, successfully advancing to Preparatory Angel, the future Death Angel." Luna Re said with a smile, like a blooming red rose.

Cantona could feel the powerful force running through his body, Preparatory Angel, a status that would drive any secret practitioner mad, meant any country and church would fully nurture such an existence.

But for Cantona, it was a fatal irony, he desired to advance to Four Lives, but not as a Preparatory Death Angel, how can he return to the Nether God’s Court? Would his teacher be the one to kill him?

This time it’s over.

"Don’t mock me." Cantona smiled bitterly, Luna Re was sent by the church to monitor him, now it’s even prettier, wouldn’t he have to drink another bottle? Because of the Divine Relic, he will be summoned by the Death God, but it’s also a test and practice in the Nether God’s Court, resisting temptation strengthens faith.

Could it be his faith is flawed, having no feelings towards the Death God, theoretically even if advancing Four Lives, shouldn’t become a Preparatory Death Angel, or does the potion alter faith?

Luna Re gracefully knelt before Cantona, holding the Death God’s Rite of the Death Eye, respectfully looking at Cantona: "Every mortal meets death."