Endless Debt Chapter 679 - 190: As an Enemy

Palmer hadn’t participated in such a joyful party for a long time. As the storm approached, strange figures emerged from everywhere, as if it were the last revelry before the apocalypse.

Unfettered Poetry Society.

Palmer had heard about this organization, but he couldn’t recall the details clearly. He vaguely remembered it as an extremely secretive group of poets who almost never appeared in public, even the Order Bureau had scant records of them.

Now a poet from the Unfettered Poetry Society was standing in front of him, and judging from all of Canary’s actions, she was currently on the same side as Palmer.

"The thing you want is in the core area of the Paradise, but it’s already heavily protected." Canary hurried forward, seeming like she’s been here many times, knowing all the roads quite well.

"We need to hurry, this first wave of attack is just cannon fodder. The Condensers from the Zongge Orchestra haven’t mobilized yet; once they board the ship, things will become even more troublesome."

"Will you damn well stop!"

Palmer cursed angrily, raising the gun to aim at Canary.

Canary also stopped talking, puzzled as she looked at Palmer, not knowing what kind of nerves he was hitting.

Palmer shouted, "Who are you!"

"Unfettered Poetry Society, Canary."

Canary repeated herself, puzzled if Palmer hadn’t heard clearly earlier.

"I mean..."

Palmer faltered mid-sentence, unsure how to express his feelings, and after remaining mute for a dozen or so seconds, he finally found a word.

"Are we familiar?"

Previously, Palmer was always the one getting acquainted with others readily, but today was the first time he was treated this way by someone else.

Palmer shouted, "Do you know who I am?"

"Order Bureau, Special Operations Group, Palmer Clarks."

Canary had already memorized Palmer’s identity by heart; though this was Palmer’s first encounter with Canary, for Canary, she had known Palmer for a long time.

To be precise, Canary knew everyone in the Special Operations Group.

Before this operation even started, the information of the Special Operations Group had already been communicated to Canary through Belphegor. She guessed that the noble observer was presently watching this unfold through her eyes.

Hearing his identity fully exposed, Palmer pretended to be shocked and dazed, but in secret, every muscle and nerve were tensed, his finger pressing on the trigger, Secret Energy at the ready.

Palmer’s professional instincts told him that the Canary in front of him was very dangerous, this suddenly appearing woman was far too mysterious and treacherous.

The atmosphere between them became increasingly tense and oppressive. Just as Palmer was about to act, Canary spoke up.

"I’m not your enemy, on the contrary, I’ve come to help you."

Canary was not fond of talking, but to gain Palmer’s trust, she could only patiently say, "And you’ve felt it too, haven’t you? If I had malicious intent, you’d already be down."

Palmer quieted down, realizing from the power Canary released when she broke through the Void Realm, that she was at least a Negative Power User. In that case, she could easily kill Palmer while he wasn’t paying attention, leaving just Duwa.

A strange and powerful woman.

Palmer said, "Continue."

Canary said, "Gold and his primordial artifact are in the core area of Paradise, personally protected by Nolen."

Palmer asked, "Where did you get this information?"

The Order Bureau had been chasing down this intelligence, and it logically shouldn’t have been leaked, yet Canary seemed to know more than they did.

Canary hesitated for a moment, then said, "You wouldn’t believe it."

When Nolen’s information reached the Order Bureau, Belphegor already knew about it and had conveyed it to her, the Devil’s transmission efficiency surpassed the Heart Core Net by an unknown magnitude.

Palmer continued asking, "What’s your goal?"

"I’m hunting down a senior member of the Zongge Orchestra. He’s well hidden, taking a long time without finding a chance to assassinate him."

Canary confessed, "But today is different. To recover the primordial artifact, he’ll personally take action, which is a good opportunity for me."

"Want to cooperate?"

Faced with Canary’s invitation, Palmer fell silent, lowering the raised gun, then suddenly pounding the wall beside him, frustrated.

Palmer now missed Bologue greatly, realizing that such brain-burning segments were indeed not suitable for him.

"Damn it, you’ve convinced me!" Palmer raged fiercely, "Lead the way!"

...

Wind and rain soaked Geoffrey’s lapels, the cold incessantly striking his nerves like the chill of waves raging within him.

Raindrops washed away the bloodstains on the Bone-breaking Knife as Geoffrey squinted, trying to avoid the raindrops disrupting his vision, his Canyin eyes carried a terrifying murderous intent. Soon, a blurry figure gradually emerged beyond the rain mist.

"Truly an untimely reunion."

Geoffrey lamented with a hint of sorrow in his tone; the scene he most dreaded had come to pass after all.

The figure emerged through the rain mist, holding a gleaming long knife washed by the rain.

"Geoffrey?"

Hert looked at the golden-eyed tiger, a complex smile appearing on his face. According to his plan, Geoffrey shouldn’t have been here, then he realized he had been deceived by Lebius.

Hert said, "It’s been a long time indeed."

"Want to reminisce?" Geoffrey’s words carried a hint of humor, yet his Ether remained high without showing any signs of decreasing, "After all, we haven’t met for over a decade."

"Reminisce? Better not, I have business to take care of today."

Hert raised the long knife, pointing behind Geoffrey, "My matters are urgent."

"No matter how urgent, it can spare some time, right?" Geoffrey tightened his grip on the Bone-breaking Knife, trying to hold Hert back, "Or does that matter outweigh the reunion with an old friend?"

Hert withdrew his smile, his gaze cold and ruthless. He didn’t act recklessly but gradually boosted his Ether intensity, bringing himself into peak state.

A great battle was about to erupt.

"Stop looking, Lebius isn’t here."

Geoffrey straightforwardly said, "He still trusts you, he should be wreaking havoc at the Wrecked Ship Shore right now."

The moment Hert appeared before him, Geoffrey understood many things. This was a conspiracy, a trap that would engulf numerous forces together.

Hert said, "He didn’t fully trust me, or you wouldn’t have appeared here."

Geoffrey smiled, "Trust goes both ways; if you trusted us absolutely, you wouldn’t be here either, would you?"

The long knife pointed at Geoffrey, Hert sighed deeply, "Step aside, Geoffrey, this matter doesn’t concern you."

Seeing Geoffrey quiet, Hert continued, "I’d rather not become an enemy of a friend."

Geoffrey ignored him, instead looking towards the direction of Wrecked Ship Shore, casually saying, "Look, Hert, it’s a beautiful scene, isn’t it?"

Following Geoffrey’s gaze, Hert saw signal flares soar into the sky, shining brightly under the dense clouds, twisting brilliant trajectories in the gusts.

"You see, usually, we only resort to this ’primitive’ method of messaging when the Heart Core Net can’t cover the target."

Geoffrey adjusted his posture, raising the Bone-breaking Knife, facing off against Hert.

"Likewise, when we anxiously employ such ’primitive’ communication methods, it signifies the matter is urgent and important."

Geoffrey shed all smiles and affability, as if he was facing not a former friend, but a stranger.

"Hert Motley."

The Canyin light brewed in Geoffrey’s eyes, the rampant Ether spread unrestrainedly, even disrupting the trajectory of wind and rain.

"Don’t proceed further."

Hert took a deep breath, knowing this battle was ultimately unavoidable. Ignoring Geoffrey’s warning, Hert stepped forward, his Ether intensity rising rapidly.

The wind shifted, raindrops cut short.

"Still the same as ever!" Geoffrey almost instantaneously appeared before Hert, growling angrily, "You stubborn fool!"

Hert laughed wildly, as the heavy Bone-breaking Knife clashed with the slender long knife, the sharp ringing echoed against the accumulated water, creating dense ripples.