The Legendary Fourth-Dimensional Cleavage 1/3

"A ghost!"

In the secluded alley, a high-pitched and mournful shrill cry echoed, breaking the silence of the night.

There's movement!

A patrol of ten men arrived at the scene and stopped the young couple who had fled desperately from the shadows, questioning them as usual.

"Just now, a white ghost floated past under the Fluorite Lamp. It felt evil and chilling. We felt like we were being controlled and couldn't move at all!"

"That's right, its eyes were black and hollow, and it had horns on its head, looking like it was going to eat people. If you hadn't come, we would have thought we were going to die..."

The two young men and women looked around suspiciously, their faces pale. As they recalled the events of the incident, their bodies trembled violently.

"Ghost?"

"Um!"

"Horns on its head?"

"Uh-huh!"

"Ha ha ha ha..."

After finishing their questioning, the patrol soldiers burst into laughter.

"What... what are you laughing at?"

"I've never seen a ghost with horns in my entire life. If you come across one again, remember to bring it over so we can all see it for ourselves."

The sergeant, suppressing a laugh, hooked his arm around the blue-haired man's neck, pulled him aside, and made a teasing joke.

"We're telling the truth! We really did see it!"

The blue-clad man's face flushed red, his voice rose, filled with embarrassment mixed with brewing anger.

"Alright, let me tell you, under the radiant light of the Pantheon, those lowly and filthy creatures, ghosts, have no chance of entering!"

The sergeant frowned, picked at his ear, gave an impatient snort, and pointed behind him.

The twelve beams of light above the Pantheon in the distance flickered rhythmically, their light and shadow spreading outwards in layers, radiating outwards throughout the city of Rome at regular intervals.

"But..."

"Guard!"

Just as the girl was about to speak, the sergeant raised his voice, and a soldier who had been scattering magic crystal powder in the alley and groping around to check it ran back, stood straight in front of his superior, and responded solemnly.

"Report! Apart from some graffiti on the wall, no traces of Magecraft or ether residue were found at the scene!"

"Every year Festival of Lupercalia, there are many men and women carving names and making marks on the walls. These are not our responsibility. Alright, they are just seeing things. There's probably nothing wrong with them. Let's call it a day."

The sergeant glanced at the young couple beside him and waved his hand, sealing the deal for this incident.

Before leaving, the captain patted the blue-haired man on the shoulder, making a sarcastic remark.

"If you need to, just go to a hotel and get a room. If you're so timid, don't wander around outside."

As mocking laughter rose from the crowd, the young man and woman who had reported the incident were greatly embarrassed. They hurriedly wiped the marks from their faces, straightened their disheveled clothes, and frantically tried to cover up the exposed skin.

Afterwards, the couple ran awkwardly along the wall out of the alley and disappeared from the patrol team's sight.

"The Festival of Lupercalia has just begun, and the night is still long. We've got a lot to do, brothers, let's go."

Seeing that the situation was tense, the centurion beckoned to gather his soldiers and then headed towards the patrol area.

When the hustle and bustle subsided into silence, the deep alleyway seemed unchanged.

However, the darkness projected onto the wall, like a clump of liquid, moved silently and eerily, eventually coalescing into a human figure.

Puff...

A barely audible sound came from the wall, Fluorite Lamp at the intersection cast a faint light, which revealed a white ghost with horns on its head!

With a dull thud, a graceful figure emerged from beneath a white sheet with several holes cut into it, its "horns" trembling slightly—they were actually soft, erect ears.

Under the Fluorite Lamp, a woman lifted a white sheet with both hands, revealing her curvaceous body as she moved, her large expanse of exposed brown skin gleaming with a healthy, crystalline light.

The woman's brown eyes first glanced disdainfully at the crystal powder scattered around her, then turned her gaze to the wall. She frowned, squatted down, and searched carefully. Finally, among a pile of graffiti, she locked onto an eyeball-shaped mark composed of messy Divine Rune Symbols.

After a moment, the woman nodded in satisfaction, lowered her outstretched hands, and stealthily moved through the darkness.

Instantly, a white ghost with two horns on its head and dark, shadowy eyes emerged.

A few dozen breaths later, the uninvited guest, who was running around with a bed sheet on his head, was swept away by the darkness and disappeared into a secluded house.

In the dimly lit room, a tiny lamp flickered violently in the unusual airflow. The black-haired woman, who had been kneeling on the mat with her curvaceous figure and alluring back view, suddenly narrowed her green eyes. Like a startled quail, her body trembled instinctively, and her mouth moved rapidly, uttering a series of trembling sounds.

There are two bags of gold coins in the second cabinet on the left!

If you want the gems, they're on the shelf behind, in the box on the third shelf!

There are twenty guards in the courtyard. If you call for help, they will arrive within one minute!

It takes 3 minutes to run from the lobby to the back wall. I didn't look at anything and won't resist. Now you can start silently counting to 200!

The woman, her face veiled in white gauze, closed her eyes tightly. At the same time, she hurriedly picked up the exquisite Golden Oil Lamp on the table, held it high in front of her, and the spilling flames enveloped her in layers of light.

"..."

An eerie silence filled the room.

After a long while, the green-eyed woman with a veil over her face struggled to open her eyelids a crack, preparing to glance at her surroundings out of the corner of her eye.

"A ghost!"

Suddenly, the woman holding the Golden Oil Lamp, enveloped in layers of light, looked at the white ghost floating before her and let out a high-pitched scream. Fortunately, the sound waves were intercepted by the Sorcery Array on the outside.

"..."

A few dozen breaths later, in the messy room, a woman with a light veil on her face awkwardly bent down to pick up the scattered utensils and carefully put them back together. With her back to the newcomer, she explained somewhat nervously.

"Battle is a terrifying thing, and if I can avoid it, I'd like to..."

"You're the first person to express fear of death in such a refined and elegant way..."

"Only by knowing how to fear death can we cherish the beauty of life. Besides, isn't it better to live and complete our mission?"

"I'm too lazy to talk to you about this. Next time, don't draw your contact signal in that godforsaken place. It's too much trouble to find, and it almost made me late."

Beneath the white sheet, a muffled voice uttered complaints.

The woman with the veil covering her face dared not refute, and nodded with a forced smile.

"Have you prepared everything I asked for?"

"Yes, as you instructed, the medicine has been delivered safely."

Under the persistent questioning of "White Ghost," the woman, still clutching the oil lamp and maintaining her defenses, reached into the cleavage of her chest. After a moment of groping, a jumble of odds and ends fell out, including blankets, books, food, and water. She eventually pulled out a sealed scroll and handed it to the guest.

"How much stuff are you hiding inside this?"

White Ghost took the scroll, still warm from the other's body, and stared intently through the hole in the white cloth at the unfathomable cleavage on the other's chest, unable to help but make a sarcastic remark.

"No one knows what will happen, so it's always good to be prepared."

The woman bent down to stuff the clutter back into her chest, and explained with a smirk.

White Ghost shook his head disdainfully, then ignored this eccentric coward who was afraid of death to the core. He raised his hand, opened the scroll, glanced at the coffins and materials arranged in small piles inside, and nodded in satisfaction.

Everything is ready. The night is still long. Now, we can just wait patiently.