Another Intruder

Luther observed the two sides fighting below.

On one side are people wearing various masks, who often exude a heavy sense of oppression. On the other side, they appear eerie and mysterious, either hiding in the shadows with only gleaming blades flashing in the moonlight, or their faces are covered in paint, and they move with extreme agility.

The manuscript lay quietly on the ground, and no one ever got their hands on it.

"Rosago, we've already Destruction several of your Marionette. Do you want to continue?"

"A remarkable individual wearing a golden mask asked in a loud voice."

"Heh, who is Rosago? Never heard of him before."

The sound, whose origin was unknown, echoed through the streets.

"Hmph, how long are you going to keep up this act? Your boss is throwing a party right now to pretend he's not involved," the Gold Mask voice said sarcastically. "He's indulging in debauchery while you're fighting tooth and nail. Is it worth it?"

Rosago?

Luther thought to himself, "It's an Intis- style name."

According to the man in the Gold Mask, he quickly identified the factions. The masked side was likely MI9, while the side hiding their identities were naturally Intis's intelligence agents.

"You're absolutely right. If I were really the person you described, I might be convinced." The voice came with a hint of laughter.

Clearly, he was completely unaffected by the Gold Mask's words and had no intention of admitting his identity. "Unfortunately, I am not him."

This sentence was uttered in three separate voices, each from a different person in his area, creating an eerie atmosphere tinged with a touch of the comical:

What a strange feeling...

Luther sensed the people over there and felt a little puzzled.

The Shepherd's Characteristic made him sense the Characteristic of a soul, but even though there were several people opposite him, he only sensed the soul of a Lamb.

Are the remaining people not soulless, and therefore not living beings?

"Say whatever nonsense you want, Rosago."

The Gold Mask sneered, "I've lost quite a few men, but your Marionette is almost completely destroyed. Tonight, you won't get this manuscript no matter what. If you abandon the manuscript and leave now, we'll pretend nothing happened."

"But if you insist on this stalemate and wait for our reinforcements to arrive, you're doomed. Guess how much Bakerland would be willing to pay to ransom you if we capture your true form?"

By the end, his voice carried an undisguised threat.

Meanwhile, Rosago, on the other side, fell silent after speaking. After a moment, he chuckled softly.

"You're right. My mission failed the moment you discovered me; there was indeed no way to take the manuscript."

He readily admitted his defeat.

"But...""

Rosago then changed the subject, "My failure doesn't mean you won, does it?"

"What do you mean?"

The Gold Mask asked in a deep voice.

"What I mean is... I think it would be better to give the stuff to a third party here."

Third party?

+!

Did he spot me?

Luther was startled. He had been hiding in the shadows, so how had the man discovered him?

As soon as he thought this, he felt the world before him become stiff and rigid, as if it had turned into a video with cut-out frames, playing back little by little to show what was going on...

Not only his immediate surroundings, but Luther's thinking also became sluggish. It turned out that it wasn't the world that was slowing down, but himself!

What the hell is this... No, I have to save myself...

"Whoosh--"

As Luther's thoughts raced, the Phantom Tide immediately echoed in his mind, surging down and dispelling the feeling of being controlled.

"Um?"

Rosago let out a soft gasp of surprise, as if puzzled that Luther had broken free of control so easily.

Who goes there!

At MI9, the intelligence personnel suddenly became agitated. Luther hadn't been exposed, yet they were shouting in alarm, as if they had discovered something.

Luther looked down and saw a strange ripple, like water, suddenly appear among the crowd of MI9. Then the ripple burst open, and a figure suddenly appeared.

Besides him, there were other people who had infiltrated!

"Throat?"

This was a beautiful young girl with long, fiery red hair and a youthful, innocent look on her face. When her figure appeared, she first showed a strange expression, her mouth slightly open, tilting her head in confusion. It wasn't until she saw the intelligence officers aggressively surrounding her that she reacted, calmly drawing her long sword from her waist and plunging it into the ground.

"Boom!"

A dazzling light surged forth from beneath her feet, raging like a terrifying Storm centered on her. The intelligence agents rushing towards her were instantly engulfed and overwhelmed by the Storm of light!

Several intelligence agents were blasted away and scattered on the ground. Taking advantage of this opportunity, the red-haired girl quickly broke away from the crowd and ran towards where the manuscript was.

"Stop!"

The man in the Gold Mask roared and was about to chase after the girl when he saw all the figures on Rosago's side rushing towards him at the same time, using their last resort to stop him with all their might!

"You bastard!"

He roared and put on a black iron-colored metal glove.

"No passage allowed!"

He announced loudly, snapping his fingers at the same time.

The approaching figure paused abruptly.

Theft is prohibited here!

He continued.

The girl, who had rushed to the manuscript, was about to bend down and pick it up when she stopped due to an invisible pressure. It was as if there were inviolable laws governing this space, and those who violated them would be severely punished.

However, the girl only paused for a very short time before a black brooch on her chest activated automatically. The brooch emitted strange fluctuations that chaotically interfered with the laws of nature, allowing her to move again and successfully obtain the manuscript!

"Good!"

The red-haired girl seemed quite pleased after receiving the manuscript. Just as she was about to leave, her eyes darted around, and she deliberately glanced at the Gold Mask, mockingly saying:

"Is this MI9 in Loen is capable of?"

Her words were spoken with Feysac accent, and her pronunciation was somewhat unclear, but the sarcasm in them was very clear.

"Hateful!"

The Gold Mask roared with extreme rage, clenching his fist and swinging it with all his might, blasting the last figure blocking his way into pieces.

"Heh, it seems these two are no ordinary people. Well then, I'll take my leave now. Gentlemen of MI9, please enjoy yourselves."

After exhausting all his means, Rosago let out a soft laugh, and then silence fell in his direction. Luther could sense that he had left.

At the same time, the red-haired girl produced another cloak from somewhere, draped it over her back, and immediately an invisible current of energy surged, lifting her body up rapidly.

She's flying away!

How does she have so many extraordinary props?!

"Stop her!"

The Gold Mask was furious. All his hard work and huge losses over the night had finally brought him to the brink of success, only to have his victory snatched away by some unknown little girl. This was unacceptable!

The intelligence agents rushed over, but the red-haired girl had already risen to a height beyond their reach and was flying into the distance.

No flying allowed in this area!

The Gold Mask continued snapping his fingers and shouting.

"Ah!"

The girl in flight let out a scream and immediately plummeted.

She fell not far from Luther's hiding place.