Onlookers from the outer city already crowded at the gates of the inner city. As they saw the two beauties step down from the carriage, their eyes brightened. They then lowered their heads to talk about it.

  "Is she from the Yearning Palace? She looks like a celestial being."

  "She's high in the world, unlike us, who do the rough, tiring work every day!"

  "Keep your tongue! She could kill us with a simple glance."

  Hoffmann, who was hunched over, stole a glance at the woman who had just emerged from the carriage. He was briefly startled and seemed surprised. Then, he controlled his expression at once and lowered his head a bit. Then he heard the woman say, "There's no need to be so polite, Mr. Magistrate. You've run Farfield City in perfect order, and the Presbyters have seen it all."

  The woman stepped down from the carriage and spoke calmly to Hoffmann. Hoffmann straightened up after hearing this, but he did not dare look at the woman. He just lowered his head, awaiting her next instruction.

  It was only then that the people behind Hoffmann finally got a clear look at the woman's appearance.

  The woman was about twenty-eight. She had blonde hair, a fair complexion, and an elegant manner. Beneath her light brows were eyes as bright as spring pools, captivating one at first sight.

  The girl in green, serving beside the woman, was also beautiful, exuding a youthful air. She seemed to have just arrived at her prime. Her bright eyes gazed at Hoffmann and the others without a trace of stage fright.

  The two women stood there like a spring breeze blowing face, making the surrounding people on cloud nine. But Hoffmann and the others held their breath, too afraid to meet their eyes.

  Because the two women were from the Yearning Palace. The Yearning Palace has been a dominator in the Monterey Kingdom for years. They fought against the Hundred Disasters cult. These battles made the earth crack and the rivers run dry. People who lived through that time remember the Yearning Palace's might and fear.

  Just as everyone was silent, the woman asked:

  "Where is the chief night watch?"

  A man behind Hoffmann heard this. He stepped forward and bowed, saying: "The chief is sick, so..."

  "Huh? Did I allow you to speak? Have you forgotten the Yearning Ten Commandments?" The woman glanced coldly at the young man who had spoken.

  "Ah..." The young man froze for a moment. Then, he seemed to recall something. His body trembled like a sieve, and his face went pale.

  "Your Highness, let me do it," Lilith said to the woman, then skipped towards the young man. As the young man saw Lilith approaching, cold sweat poured from his forehead. Despair flooded him. He turned to Hoffmann, crying, "My Lord, my Lord! Save me... Save me..."

  Before the young man could finish his words, Lilith had already stepped in front of him. Then, with a gentle wave of her hand, a flash of white light appeared before the young man's eyes. Then, with a bang, his entire body exploded like a balloon.

  Crimson blood and bits of organs splattered everywhere, but no one moved. They didn't even wipe the flesh from their faces.

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  "Hmm." Seeing this, Lilith clapped her hands with joy. Then she bounced back to the woman, arm in arm again. From beginning to end, Lilith wore a smile, as if she had accidentally stepped on an ant on the roadside.

  "Uh..." The surrounding people were shocked by this, their bodies frozen in place, unable to even move. Although the sun was shining, their hearts had no warmth at all. Cold sweat dripped down their foreheads, filling them with a new sense of dread.

  Especially the person who was talking about the two women just now, their faces turned pale at this moment, and a powerful urge to urinate almost made them lose control of their bladders on the spot. They only hated that they had joined in the fun today. Had they eaten a bear's gall to dare to talk about the special envoy of Yearning Palace?

  Thank goodness, the woman didn't seem to say anything. Instead, she addressed Hoffmann. "Mister Magistrate, follow me, please."

  With these words, the woman shuffled gracefully forward.

  When the woman got to the back of the group, Hoffmann caught up straight away. He then led the others into the inner city.

  Once everyone had entered the inner city, someone hurried over. They started cleaning the blood on the ground and shouted for the crowd to disperse. Not far away, everyone in the lounge was astonished by the scene. They were glad they had not peeked out at the woman's caravan.

  "That dead person looks like from Night Watch..." Sean muttered.

  "It doesn't matter. In the Monterey Kingdom, no matter who offends the Yearning Palace, the outcome is death." Joe Mosley also shook his head.

  Stirling, watching this scene, found it somewhat normal.

  This world's calamity star is, in polite terms, a divine temple. While in blunt terms, it's a group of demonic people.

  Otherwise, he wouldn't have gained lifespan by killing one. He was acting downright in the name of justice, and this was what he deserved!

  The people of Farfield City may have been trapped for too long and forgotten their true selves. They actually dared to criticize the Yearning Palace's envoy to her face. The envoy might have felt the need to revive the residents' old fear of domination after witnessing the scene. She wanted Hoffmann and the others to know who the true king of Farfield City was.

  "Damn, if a maid is this strong; how much more powerful must that woman be?" Stirling's scalp tingled as he remembered the maid's attack. Then, a rush of excitement washed over him.

  This woman is so powerful; killing her would surely yield a lot of lifespans, right?

  But now wasn't the time. Stirling had a feeling that his Malice-Breaking orb and pistol wouldn't work on those two women.

  "Take your eyes off. It has nothing to do with us. Did you see where they went? The inner city!" Sean, observing the silent crowd, clapped his hands and said,

  "Brothers, cheer up. When one of you reaches the bone-tempering stage, you must take us into the inner city to see the elephant!"

  Someone else chuckled. "Come on, brothers! Stop overthinking; our first challenge is that bloody rhino skin!"

  Joe Mosley also sat down, picked up the wine cup in front of him, and laughed with a shout.

  "Joe, you can make it! Come on, let's toast to you!" The surrounding people shouted in haste.

  Under the influence of alcohol, the group became lively. The whole lounge felt vibrant again in the noisy atmosphere.

  In reality, humans are like this. Distant despair is far less valuable than accessible fun. People are greedy and easily satisfied. Achieving the goals one by one builds their strong resilience and patience. This leads to one legend after another.

  ...

  Inner city of Farfield City. In a large mansion with three doors, Alena reviewed the documents Hoffmann had sent. She frowned now and then.

  "Your Highness, was the man we just killed Hoffmann's confidant?"

  Lilith asked with wonder, standing beside Alena.

  Actually, the master and servant already knew a lot about Farfield City. Yearning Palace has two factions, yet Alena's backers are also very strong. This time, it's Alena's turn to clean up the malice chaos outside Farfield City.

  "Hoffmann seems loyal to the Yearning Palace, but he might scheme in the shadows."

  "Then there's Pathos' malice. The palace suspects a storm is coming here." Alena put down the thick stack of documents in her hands and spoke.

  "Your Highness, since the Night Watch are all Hoffmann's people, why not contact the Patrol Shaman instead?" Lilith tilted her head in confusion.

  "Because..." Alena was halfway through her sentence when she heard a hearty laugh from outside the room.

  "Junior Alena, welcome you to the Farfield! Why didn't you come without a notification?"