Bonus Chapter! There Has to Be a Bonus Chapter Tonight!

In the empty palace courtyard, golden sunlight filtered through the shadows of the branches and leaves, casting dappled patterns of light and bringing a warm feeling. The Arash the Great Hero, moving his arm which had been reattached by divine magic, leaned over the stone table, picked up a wine jar, and listlessly drank by himself.

Just as Arash was getting a little tipsy, the sound of light footsteps nearby made him turn his head to look at the corner of the corridor under the shade of the trees opposite, and subconsciously greet the approaching figure.

"Oh, noon..."

At the same time, before the Great Hero could finish speaking, the figure opposite her shuddered, and the ether in the air rapidly condensed, with seventeen or eighteen Magecraft halos buzzing and lighting up, instantly enveloping her completely.

"It's me, Arash Kamango..."

"Uh, it's a conditioned reflex, a conditioned reflex. I'm sorry, Lord Arash..."

Scheherazade awkwardly dispelled the defensive Magecraft around him. After hesitating for a long time, he cautiously took a step along the corner of the wall, his hands tightly gripping the scrolls. With each step, he looked around like a thief, as if he were on guard against a thousand troops that might suddenly appear from any corner.

Arash was speechless in the face of his colleague's overly cautious and neurotic attitude towards the crisis. He simply changed the subject, pointed to her black blouse, and casually asked her something.

"Did you change your robes?"

"Yes, it's made of spider silk. It protects against cuts and scratches, resists water and poison, and has three more blessings and two more defensive spells than before, making it much safer!"

Why is there a metallic sheen under the blouse?

"I've put on an inner armor underneath, which can protect against blunt force injuries!"

"Your shoes..."

"Increased speed, brief airtime, and adaptability to terrain!"

"... Don't worry, this is the royal palace, the Romans can't break in."

Arash glanced at the arcane mage, who was solemnly and proudly introducing his full set of life-saving gear, rolled his eyes, and couldn't help but offer a reminder.

"That's not necessarily true. The Great Khan is seriously injured, and he hasn't even come out of the Sacred Pool yet. What if someone tries to assassinate him?"

However, Scheherazade gripped the scroll tightly in his hand and answered in a serious tone.

Arash was about to say something like "impossible" to comfort him, but then he suddenly remembered the monster who had impaled the Great Lord on the rock wall with a single spear, and he was speechless. His newly grown right arm was throbbing with pain.

Alas, the war with Rome has collapsed, the empire has suffered heavy losses, and with him in this state, it is uncertain whether the Great Khan's next plan in Greece can proceed smoothly.

Achoo! Achoo! Achoo!

After exchanging a few words, Scheherazade sneezed three times in a row before finally stopping the sudden chill that had gripped him.

Lately, for some reason, she always felt that there was a pair of eyes watching her menacingly in the dark, making her feel a chill down her spine. She couldn't sleep or eat properly, and even after upgrading her equipment, she still didn't feel very safe.

Only when the night is deep and quiet, and I am hunched over my desk, writing the manuscript of "One Thousand and One Nights" as usual, can I slightly relieve the pressure while immersing myself in it.

Extra chapter! I'm definitely going to add an extra chapter tonight!

Like a frightened bird recounting its nighttime tale, his expression hardened, and he made a silent decision.

Meanwhile, the Albuz Mountains and hilly areas.

Amidst the desolate, earthy yellow hues, two figures walked silently along the rugged mountain path, heading towards the Alamut Mountains, a spur of the mountain range.

As they ventured deeper into the wilderness, the scenery on both sides became increasingly desolate. Along the way, they could even see numerous skeletons of people who had been killed and stripped of their flesh and internal organs in the desolate ravines.

Among them are animals and humans.

Samael paused, bent down and pulled out an eagle feather stuck in the skull of the corpse. He examined it carefully. The black, shiny material, harder than steel, looked quite familiar to him.

It looked familiar, but he didn't like it, whether it was raw or cooked.

A sense of being watched from the shadows surged through his mind. The ancient serpent glanced at the few black dots circling in the sky, casually tossed down an eagle feather, pursed his lips, and shook his head slightly.

Nearby, several vultures flew out from the high caves, folded their wings and landed on the branches of a withered tree. Their rolling eyes scrutinized the two figures on the mountain path as if they were looking at two slowly decaying corpses.

There are so many hairy animals here, no wonder it's called "Eagle's Nest".

Samael frowned slightly, inwardly complaining. His serpentine instincts made him feel a slight aversion to this place.

However, Alamut, in Persian, means "the nest of eagles".

It looks like they'll be done soon.

Even with these thoughts in mind, the ancient serpent still showed no intention of moving.

In an instant, the sharp sound of something cutting through the air from the side, along with the buzzing of tail feathers, made Samael glance at the arrows stuck in front of him, and then look up at the heads popping out from the top of the rock walls on both sides.

"Outsiders, Eagle's Nest is not a place for you. Whether you intend to or not, if you cannot prove your identity, then I'm sorry, but you will become food for wild beasts."

On the cliff, a man in a black robe with a bone-colored mask covering his face uttered a deep, menacing sigh. With a raised, thick right arm, he gave the order, and arrows gleaming with cold light were aimed at the two people on the mountain path.

Looks like we've found the right place.

Samael remained calm and composed. He walked past Hassan, the man codenamed "Cursed Arm," looked around the crowd, and finally his gaze landed on the petite, purple-haired figure who was still surrounded by a vacuum. He then waved his hand skillfully, took off his hood, revealing a face with a West Asian style, and smiled broadly.

"Oh, it's been a long time, Miss Calamity Jane, I've come to keep my appointment."

Those familiar Cross Star Pupils and the voice etched into her mind made the newly appointed Hassan of the Stillness suddenly realize that when she looked around at the arrows still aimed at someone, she felt a chill run down her spine.

Calamity Jane and hastily leaped off the cliff and rushed to Samael. Her throat was dry and churning. Just as she was about to speak, the ancient serpent stretched out its arms and pulled her into its embrace, cutting off her words.

Keep the appointment? Aren't you afraid of this man's poison?

The group of Assassins who unearthed the key points from the words, and the Hassan of the Stillness lying in Lai's arms with a posture of both reluctance and welcome, suddenly drew the attention of those around them to the two lovers, and gradually a strange meaning began to emerge.

"Calamity Jane, let your friend leave. Outsiders are not allowed to approach the Eagle's Nest, not even if you are Hassan."

A mixed voice, like that of an old man, an infant, a youth, and a young girl, came from beneath the bone mask. Hassan Hundred Faces, a tall woman with long purple hair draped in a single ponytail, leaned against a withered tree on the edge of the cliff with her arms crossed, and spoke softly.

"Letting the outsider who approached the Eagle's Nest go is against the rules..."

The Cursed Arm beside him had a slight glint in his eyes and spoke in a low voice.

Foggy Drunkenness Hassan opposite, nodded in agreement, raised his hand to brush his long, wine-red hair aside, glanced at the uninvited guest on the mountain path with his amber eyes, leisurely took a puff of his pipe, exhaled a ring of smoke, and murmured softly in his hoarse, magnetic voice.

"That's right. Since you caused this mess, Calamity Jane, you can interrogate this kid. After you're done, send him away somewhere else before you come back, okay?"

Upon hearing this, Cursed Arm Hassan stiffened, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

Do you dare to be any more blatant in your cover-up?

Tsk, women...

Just as the male Hassan, including Cursed Arm, Vibrating Tube, and Shadow Peel, noticed the underhanded dealings of their female colleagues and exchanged glances with disapproving expressions, a bewildered response came from the mountain path.

"However, Weng already knows about our conflict and is waiting at the Evening Bell Temple."

The Calamity Jane answer left the Hassan dumbfounded, and they looked at the two people in charge with strange eyes.

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