NOVPUBChapter 87: Chapter 86: Gate of Destiny… Company
Chapter 87 -86: Gate of Destiny… Company
“Do you… know?” he suddenly began to speak with difficulty.
“What?” Ge Wei moved closer to him.
“If the Mist God… could destroy you all…” he said in fits and starts, his hands reaching for his clothes, “then I must be… its most loyal follower!”
Having said that, the man used all his strength to rip open his garment, revealing a bomb strapped to his body, and his action inadvertently ignited the fuse, sending a shower of sparks fizzing into life!
Woody inhaled sharply and shouted urgently, “Ge Wei, cut the fuse!”
However, the latter remained indifferent and even gave the appearance of encouragement as she patted the man on the shoulder.
What the hell… is she doing?
Could it be that she intends to let this man blow himself up!?
But in that moment, there was no time for Woody to think more; he yelled at the top of his lungs, “There’s a bomb, everyone get down!”
His subordinates were in an uproar, each scrambling to find cover.
He too found a depression to duck into as quickly as he could, no longer able to care about whether he would be injured by the blast at such a close distance!
As he took cover, Woody saw the Priest still half-crouching in place, her head slightly raised, her expression emanating a sense of sanctity as if she were not in an abandoned mine, but within a prayer room of a temple.
Damn this lunatic!
Even a master warrior couldn’t survive taking so much explosive at close range.
In a brief two or three seconds, the spark had reached the bottom, and Woody buried his head, waiting for the impending shock wave—
But after several breaths, nothing happened.
There was neither a loud bang nor the trembling of the earth; the pit was eerily quiet for a moment.
Had the explosives failed to ignite? Or had Ge Wei cut the fuse at the last second? Woody slowly raised his head only to find that neither answer was correct— the man’s chest was completely shattered, his flesh charred black as if it had been scorched by extreme heat. Yet beyond that, Woody could find no trace of an explosion, and the bundle of explosives had vanished without a trace.
Had it exploded, or not?
“What did you just do?” Woody asked cautiously as he got up, unable to refrain from questioning her, “Why didn’t you cut the fuse?”
“His last wish was to die with us, I did not want to destroy his remaining thoughts. Look…” Ge Wei pointed at the man’s chin, “he passed away contentedly.”
Woody looked at the Seaguardian, and indeed, just as the Priestess had said, the man no longer wore an expression of anger but instead a faint smile, as if he had died in a pleasant dream.
This eerie sight made the hairs on the back of the adjutant stand on end.
“You… didn’t stop the explosion?”
Ge Wei shook her head, “He died gazing at the explosion, so he has no regrets.”
“Why?”
What Woody wanted to ask was why she had done this. She could have dealt with the enemy in a straightforward manner, yet she chose to take unnecessary risks—although he was not sure exactly what had just happened, he could guess it was some effect of a Divine Artifact, but using such artifacts came with a cost, and it couldn’t have been as effortless as it seemed.
Indeed, Ge Wei swayed for the first time as she stood up.
The woman who had moved nimbly, wielding a cross back and forth in the fray, finally showed signs of fatigue.
But this weariness was confined to her body alone.
Ge Wei’s expression remained quite relaxed, “Because he is worth it.”
“What?” Woody doubted he had heard correctly.
“He did not fight us by serving evil beings or corrupting his spirit; he relied on his own will. This man is not a follower of the Evil God, so he deserves for me to fulfill his last wish.” Ge Wei slung the cross over her back and walked towards the exit of the mine, “There is no presence of the Hidden Mist Sect here, my mission ends here.”
“Wait… You mean to say that these conspirators did not collaborate with the heretics?”
“I am just telling you my conclusion. As for how you want to report to Commander His Excellency, that’s your freedom,” the Priest replied without turning back.
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“Have you heard that the temple is going to be renovated?”
“Can’t be, isn’t it just for the poor? Where would the money come from to expand?”
“Exactly… that’s only expanding the losses!”
Anyone passing by Fafu Street would not find it hard to overhear such discussions, and some people would even stop to curiously observe the ancient building. Compared to before, it was busier now, with not only patients and nuns entering and exiting, but also a large number of workers continuously carrying in cement, sand, steel bars, and lumber. No matter what people discussed, one fact was clear before their eyes: Yeni Temple was about to undergo change.
And the initiator of all this was Chaoyang.
The body he was using at the moment looked somewhat simple-minded, with a top hat on his head and a dark red dinner jacket, much like a newly rich upstart. As the temple’s new investor, he was standing in the courtyard, discussing expansion plans with the master builder.
“The design you gave us is very interesting; it looks like a large hotel, but the decoration is a bit too simple, and the accompanying storeroom area is too large, which may bring inconvenience for later use,” the master builder courteously reminded, “Do you really not need us to redraw a set of blueprints for you? The Cloud Pavilion Hotel on Central Street is a creation our company designed and built.”
“I don’t need an actual hotel; its main purpose is still to take in patients,” Chaoyang said, spreading his hands, “As you know, making it too luxurious won’t recoup the costs.”
The other side smiled humbly and did not agree—perhaps in his opinion, it was absurd to think of making money from the patients of the temple. “Of course, it’s all up to you. We have already calculated the construction period; it could be completed in as little as three months.”
That’s fast! Chaoyang thought to himself. This was a three-story building plus a factory for producing and storing medical supplies, and the temple itself needed to be renovated, which was no small volume of work.
“The quality is assured, right?”
“You jest, Mr. Yang. In terms of credentials and experience, our Fafu Construction is an old company on the Old Continent, and even this street is named by our company. As long as the payment is on time, you need not worry about any quality issues,” the other party said, patting their chest confidently.
That’s the benefit of having money.
In fact, renovating Yeni Temple was just one of the plans. Chaoyang did not intend to stretch the prayer-calculation period that long. He had already rented a playhouse near Yeni Temple and planned to start the production of medical supplies there first. Once the temple renovation was completed, he would move the equipment over. Since Yeni Temple actually covered a quite large area, the renovation would not affect the intake of patients—of course, the noise and dust from construction were inevitable.
“Mr. Yang, so you’re here,” said a voice.
Chaoyang turned around and saw Kort Dane approaching briskly with a stack of parchment scrolls in hand.
“Approved?”
“Yes!” Dane’s tone was full of excitement, “The lord’s business officer has approved it. Starting from today, Gate of Destiny Pharmaceuticals can commence business in Magnificent Castle!”
