The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human?
Chapter 324 - 311 Kill the Moon

Chapter 324: Chapter 311 Kill the Moon

Liu Zheng’s hand had barely touched the iron gate’s handle when a strange fluctuation wrapped around him.

That fluctuating sensation was as gentle as a lake and as vast as the starry sky, immersing him in its depths yet making him shudder.

"Don’t indulge in that feeling too much, young man. Your inner eye is not yet ready to delve into them,"

the elderly voice woke Liu Zheng.

He opened his eyes, and before him was a massive platform.

Above the platform hung the equally gargantuan Pale Moon, so immense it seemed he could reach out and touch it.

At the edge of the Observatory, an elder in robes lay in a rocking chair, his back to Liu Zheng.

The elder’s figure appeared exceedingly bloated, but it did not give off an impression of sluggishness or stupidity.

On the contrary, just by listening to his voice, one could sense the wisdom that had accumulated over an untold number of years.

"Who are you?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"Who I am, ah, it has been many years since someone asked me that. You may not have heard my name; I am Albert Baden, headmaster of Carcarens Academy,"

the elder said with a voice like phlegm.

"Your voice sounds pretty damp, old man. Time for some Golden Throat Lozenges."

He spoke carelessly.

"When you reach my age, being able to speak at all is a form of good fortune,"

Albert said, taken aback, then resignedly.

"Your voice was quite normal just now."

"That’s because I was communicating with you psychically. Now, I am speaking with my physical body,"

Albert explained.

"Then just continue with psychic communication. It’s hard for you to talk, and hard for me to listen,"

Liu Zheng said, shrugging his shoulders.

"Psychic communication is very draining. Alright, let’s discuss something more important,"

Albert said, exasperated.

He had wanted to start off with a riddle or some such thing to control the situation, but found the other person’s babble to be even more plentiful than his own.

"Don’t you think it’s rude to talk with your back to someone? If we’re to discuss things, at least we should do so face to face, right?"

Liu Zheng remarked.

"My appearance is not fit to be seen. Of course, if you insist, then please come in front of me,"

Albert said hesitantly.

"I insist."

He walked over to the rocking chair.

"I hope my appearance won’t affect our conversation,"

Albert said.

"Don’t worry, old man, I come from the Metropolis, I’ve seen it all,"

Liu Zheng said while moving to stand in front of Albert.

The elder wore a bucket-like hat on his head, with his eyes covered by bulging eye patches.

Deep wrinkles marked the half of his face visible beneath the patches, like bleached dried orange peel.

Beyond that, his entire body was cloaked in robes, his hands even hidden within his sleeves.

In his left hand, he held a long staff, the top of which was forged into numerous blossoming petals.

Liu Zheng’s gaze traveled downward, and something worm-like seemed to be wriggling beneath the lengthy hem.

"Ah, you’ve noticed. Worthy of the one who hunted Yamiro, your perception is indeed sharp,"

Albert spoke.

"What’s that under there?"

he asked.

"To exceed a normal lifespan, a price must always be paid,"

Albert did not answer directly.

"Oh."

Liu Zheng nodded.

"Young man, you seem very receptive,"

Albert said, somewhat surprised.

"That’s it? Small-time. Old man, you really need to get out more,"

he muttered with a twist of his mouth.

It’s just tentacles or something, he’s not unfamiliar, he’s got four of them, after all.

"Hahaha! Cough cough cough!"

Albert first let out a hearty laugh, then began to cough violently.

"Old man, your sense of humor is way too low,"

Liu Zheng walked behind him and began patting his back forcefully with his tentacles.

The touch was stiff, as though he were patting a withered tree.

"Alright, alright, if you keep this up, I’ll be dead from your slapping before I die of coughing,"

Albert hurriedly protested.

"Nonsense, I’m the eighteenth generational inheritor of Baozi Forest’s Authentic Bone-setting Hands. Who are you looking down on?"

While Liu Zheng continued patting, he did not keep it up.

It was just a probing tactic, after all; it wasn’t like he genuinely respected his elders.

"What are you looking for at the Academy?"

To avoid another massage, Albert changed the subject.

"The Divine Son’s umbilical cord, the Tommer Holy Grail, high-quality Blood Gems, the remains of the Twisted Saint,"

Liu Zheng answered.

"What do you plan to do with them? Your physical power may be strong, but your psychic power might not be. In your quest for profound wisdom, this imbalance will surely lead you astray,"

Albert said, shaking his head.

"Pursue what wisdom?"

He looked utterly clueless.

"...You don’t want to use them to pry into the secrets of higher beings?"

Albert asked after a pause.

"You’re overthinking it, old man, I’m just an employee. Whatever our boss tells me to find, I find. Whether it’s the Divine Son’s umbilical cord or the Divine Son’s excrement, it’s all the same to me."

"So even a powerful Hunter like you has a master,"

Albert said, astonished.

Even for Geman, he did not think he could hunt Yamiro alone.

Moreover, his relationship with Geman was not strictly master and servant, but more akin to a partnership.

"First off, I’m not a Hunter. Second, I don’t have a master, only a boss,"

Liu Zheng corrected him.

"Does your boss have a clear understanding of these things? Yate has been shrouded by the Pale Moon, and I do not wish for the darkness behind that brilliance to spread elsewhere,"

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