Super Righteous Player
Chapter 379 - 376 - Take a Look at What You’ve Caught (Second Update)_1

Chapter 379: 376 Chapter Take a Look at What You’ve Caught (Second Update)_1

Jiu’er faintly guessed that Bernadino might know about some ability she possessed, one that could remotely notify Annan.

Even though he didn’t guess the exact means or method... his previous attack on Jiu’er, where he extracted her soul, was clearly intended to make her call for help, rather than planning to fight her!

So that’s how it is... Is the Book of the Celestial Chariot Annan’s possession?

Then, perhaps the moment they asked about the "Book of the Celestial Chariot"...

... no, that’s not right. Because Jiu’er really doesn’t know what that thing is, it shouldn’t be searchable in her memory either.

So it must have been before that.

Before they approached her, they already knew she was Annan’s servant!

But in the Royal Capital of Noah, there were at least several people from Frostwater Harbor. Why target her specifically?

At this thought, Jiu’er suddenly had a jolt of realization.

An image abruptly emerged in her heart.

It was when she was in front of the Viscount’s mansion, taking a hit for Annan and was on the verge of death. His Highness Annan rushed over, holding her with grave concern and sorrow... and shaking her to death on the spot.

Although she felt like this scene was utterly embarrassing to her. Other players must have found it incredibly amusing.

But to Salvatore, it might have been a quite touching scene.

Did Bernadino think that Annan was fond of her? He also knew that players could communicate remotely. And he clearly knew that Annan possessed the Book of the Celestial Chariot...

But he didn’t know what a player was; nor did he know what Earth was, let alone their identities and their relationship to Annan...

Jiu’er’s line of thought was becoming clearer.

So, his only source of information could be Salvatore!

Though Bernadino had lost some of his ability to alter minds, he surely still retained some methods to steal memories, or he knew someone who pilfered some of the information from Salvatore!

And Bernadino definitely didn’t get Dragonwell’s memories!

At that time, he clearly passed by Dragonwell...

No, that’s not right.

Jiu’er realized.

When Bernadino went to the library, he must have been trying to contact Dragonwell! But for some reason, he failed to steal his memories...

Was it because of that red-robed wizard who looked like Harry Potter?

But when had he come into contact with Salvatore...

"Don’t overthink it, why don’t you rest a bit,"

The old man glanced at Jiu’er and said casually, "After all, this matter doesn’t concern you, young lady."

From this sentence, Jiu’er deduced another piece of information—Bernadino could see she was thinking, but he couldn’t see what she was thinking about.

But this was the last thing Jiu’er could think about.

She clearly felt that something was suppressing her thought processes.

A strong sense of lethargy swept over her, gradually emptying her mind.

... This feeling of drowsiness... what’s going on...

Jiu’er’s thinking began to slow down, and even the movement of her eyeballs became sluggish.

She could still see everything around her and hear everything. Yet, just like when one is exhausted to the limit, she "didn’t want" to look or listen, and even less did she "want" to think.

It was as if her thoughts had been frozen by something...

Soon, even Jiu’er’s concept of time was frozen.

She didn’t know how much time had passed.

But when she was like someone just waking up, not yet fully regained consciousness, she already could hear Annan’s calm and clear youthful voice by her ear:

"Sir, what do you intend to do with my person?"

Don’t come over, Annan!

This is a trap—

In her semi-conscious state, Jiu’er immediately thought of this.

But at the next moment, she felt a peculiar warmth spreading through her body... just like being half-asleep and put on a heated coat, it made her blood circulate, and she quickly became alert.

"You need not worry. I am here."

Annan’s reassuring voice gently rose in front of Jiu’er.

Wait, blood circulation?

Shouldn’t I be in a soul state?

Jiu’er opened her eyes, only to find that she had escaped from the controlled soul state and had been resurrected, regaining her physical body.

She was wearing Annan’s black leather jacket on her body. Her physique wasn’t much different from Annan’s, so it didn’t look too small on her.

This was one of the many new clothes that Paper Princess forcefully bought while shopping with Annan.

After all, the weather was gradually warming up.

Annan would be too hot wearing his previous winter clothes... Even though he didn’t care much himself, Paper Princess was quite strict about it. She even bought a brand imported from the United Kingdom—

After all, the United Kingdom was Yawen’s territory, and the clothing designers there were certainly better than those on Noah’s side. But here in the Royal Capital, the subway that connects to the Underground Federation and reaches all countries, allows the specialties from other countries to be available in the Royal Capital as well.

Of course, the prices were definitely several times higher.

Although the construction of subways and the invention of steam airships were originally for transporting Transcendents across countries... in times of peace, there weren’t that many Transcendents needing to leave the country. Soon, these technologies were all used for commerce and wealth acquisition.

They were not yet fully available for public use, but that was only because of the high costs and the esteemed status of the customers, fearing that people with ulterior motives might infiltrate... not because it was not allowed in principle.

The most common usage was for official purchases of foreign specialties, which were then sold to the public—and for this purpose, the United Kingdom had already begun building terrestrial railways.

Yes, in this world, there were subways before there were railways above ground...

This is how demand determines the market.

"Awake?"

Annan held the collar of the jacket on Jiu’er to prevent it from slipping off. He himself was wearing a light gray turtleneck sweater.

He commanded softly to Jiu’er, who still had a trace of confusion in her eyes, "If you’re awake, get dressed first to avoid catching a cold."

"... Oh, okay!"

Jiu’er blanked for a moment before she reacted.

Although she had been successfully resurrected and escaped Bernadino’s control, a deep chill still lingered within her, causing Jiu’er to feel a faint pain in her abdomen.

She quickly took hold of the jacket Annan had draped over her, slipped her arms through it. In the process, her hand touched Annan’s, and she jerked in fright, pulling her fingers back slightly.

Annan smiled, pulled his hands back and turned away.

And it was then that Jiu’er reacted, feeling regretful.

She should have taken the chance to hold Annan’s hand just now...

—No!

She should remind Annan to escape... This... place?

Jiu’er only just realized it.

Why wasn’t Annan attacked? It couldn’t be possible that Bernadino just wanted to see Annan, could it?

She looked doubtfully in the direction they came from.

Jiu’er’s pupils constricted slightly.

What is... this?

The entire alley was covered with dense, colorful "pen marks."

Like the red laser traps in spy movies, intensely compact red threads stretched between buildings, extending up into the air for several meters;

The yellowish ink reflected the sunlight, suspended in the air like amber, solidifying and freezing everything within, stopping time itself;

And the pure white crayon strokes kept emerging in the void—becoming either longswords, lassos, or cages. Every stroke that fell showed a soul being ignited and consumed by white flames appearing out of nowhere, or being restrained and imprisoned by pure white wooden cages that suddenly materialized around them.

As for Bernadino himself, his body was wrapped in numerous thin, shimmering silver chains.

Those chains, only as thick as a little finger, extended from the void at varying lengths, their tips gleaming faintly.

A strange resonance occurred between the countless ripples, forming a continuous field that completely sealed him within—

And standing in front of Annan was a young silver-haired girl with beautiful loose long hair.

She was about one meter seventy-five without counting dragon horns, which was excessively tall for a lady’s standards. But her slender figure and graceful posture didn’t make her height seem awkward, instead, there was an imposing aura about her.

From just her back, Jiu’er could tell that she appeared to be no more than in her early twenties. A palette floated before her, and her left hand held four paintbrushes while her right was kept in the pocket of her long white coat.

...Huh?

Wasn’t Bernadino luring Annan?

Who is this woman?

A sense of caution sprang up in Jiu’er’s