Alfred

Luther opened his palm and forcibly took the Jacob Family's "Marauder" Demigod into his body.

"No--"

She cried out and struggled, but could not resist, and was eventually forcibly fixed in the empty Slot.

Luther looked up and sensed the information the Lamb was giving him.

The Sequence 4 of the "Marauder" Pathway is called "Parasite," which, as the name suggests, is the Beyonder Ability to parasitize others. This ability ensures the "Marauder" Pathway's tenacious vitality and unpredictable behavior.

Parasitism is a form of theft, stealing life, including parasitic theft at the physical level.

There are two forms of parasitism: one is preliminary parasitism, in which the host hides itself, prolongs its life, and heals injuries. It can see everything the host sees and hears everything the host hears, but it cannot interfere with the host's thoughts or steal its ideas. Therefore, to communicate with the Parasite, one must actively make a sound.

Another type is deep parasitism, which involves comprehensive control and near fusion with the host's Spirit Body. It directly listens to the host's thoughts, understands the host's intentions, and can take over the body. The host can no longer control anything except their thoughts.

Undoubtedly, Pallez's parasitism of Leonard falls into the former category, while Lola Jacob's attempt to parasitize Hazel falls into the latter. Pallez's willingness to give this Demigod to Luther also demonstrates, to some extent, his openness and that he had no intention of doing anything malicious to Leonard.

Besides "Parasitism," the abilities available to "Marauder" who reach Sequence 4 include "Stealing," "Deception," "Disguise," and "Exceptional Observation," among others. These abilities can, to some extent, replace the talismans made by Amon's "Worm of Time," but in terms of rank, Amon's are naturally more powerful.

Therefore, the talismans still need to be made.

Luther quickly prepared himself and then lit three candles on the altar. "The Fool that doesn't belong to this era..."

Creating talismans requires the power of a great being, and the only person he can and dares to borrow from is his former colleague and fellow villager. Moreover, the Pathway of Amon is similar to that Sequence the "Seer," making it very suitable for Mr. Fool to lend his power.

"Brush!"

Soon, an invisible, powerful will descended from the heavens and entered his right arm.

Luther grasped the silver dagger, then picked up a "Worm of Time." Using the mysterious power emanating from the dagger, he began to carve intricate and mysterious symbols and magical markings on the translucent worm's twelve segments.

He carved most of it smoothly, then the tip of the knife trembled as it passed a certain point, causing the output of force to be interrupted, and so--

"Bang!"

With a crisp sound, the precious "Worm of Time" exploded into a cloud of black slag.

"Grass!"

Luther cursed loudly and slammed the silver dagger on the table.

"..."

Gazing at the Spirituality, sharded remains, Luther's lips twitched slightly. He, who was no longer short of money, felt a pang of heartache he hadn't experienced in a long time.

In front of a village in Amikash State, on the Southern Continent.

Alfred stood there silently, his face grave.

"**!***!"

"****!"

A large group of villagers had gathered opposite him, wielding pitchforks, iron shovels, and other farm tools, and were fiercely cursing him.

Although Alfred had learned some Dutanese, the villagers' accents and slang were difficult to understand. But even without understanding them, he could roughly guess that they didn't welcome him.

As for the reasons for not being welcome--

"Final warning."

Beside Alfred, someone shouted in standard Loenese: "We are the tax office of General Santans, belonging to the Amikash State of the Loen Kingdom. According to the Colonial Tax Law and the Colonial Special Wartime Assistance Regulations, your village should actively pay taxes and grain to support the glorious Royal Army. If you continue to resist, then..."

Before the mixed-race tax official could finish speaking, a stone was thrown from the crowd and hit his face, which featured features of people from the Northern Continent.

"Clang!" Alfred raised the dagger in his hand to block the stone.

"Thank you, Your Excellency Colonel!"

The tax collector, initially startled and clutching his head, was overwhelmed with gratitude and flattery at Alfred's protection. He thanked Alfred profusely, but as he turned away, his expression changed completely.

What are you still standing there for?

With a dark expression, he ordered his soldiers, "Go ahead! Teach them a lesson!"

"Try not to be too rough."

Alfred said.

"Yes, sir, you are right."

The tax official said respectfully, then turned to his subordinate and said, "Don't let this cause a death."

A group of soldiers, who had been waiting impatiently, rushed out and fiercely confronted the villagers who tried to resist. Most of the villagers were farmers, no match for the professional soldiers, and were all knocked to the ground in a few rounds.

The soldiers abandoned them, Greed rushing into the village, kicking aside the women, children, and elderly hiding in the houses, ransacking the houses to steal their food and valuables hidden in cellars, under beds, and on rooftops, killing livestock, and setting haystacks on fire...

The screams of women, the cries of children, and the harsh shouts echoed through the village. "Creak, creak..."

Alfred watched all this expressionlessly, his fist clenching tighter inside his sleeve.

But he never said anything to stop it.

The tax collection team ravaged the village for half a day, loading all the spoils onto trucks.

"This is the consequence of disobeying General Sanchez!"

They cursed and shouted, leaving behind the desperate, wailing villagers, and returned home laden with their spoils.

Back in town, Alfred declined the tax collector's ingratiating dinner invitation and returned to his lodgings alone. He tossed and turned in his room all night, and finally, unable to resist any longer, he found a carriage early the next morning and headed to the headquarters of MI9 in Doyin City.

"Major Your Excellency Marius"

After his identity was verified by the guards and he completed a security check, Alfred walked into an office at headquarters.

"Isn't this Alfred? Welcome, welcome! Would you like to try a cigar? This is Special Grade- grade, grown on the Star Highlands, made from tobacco leaves rubbed on a young girl's thigh."

A dignified yet amiable silver-haired general sat behind his desk and greeted him with a smile as he entered.

"Sorry, General, I don't smoke." Please remember the only official website for this novel: www. deqixs. org. This is the only website; other websites may be discontinued at any time.

Alfred refused.

"Your Excellency, I don't understand."

He paused, completely disregarding the polite formalities and small talk expected of the people of Loen, and went straight to the point. "Why should we, the Loen, cooperate with a brutal warlord like Sanchez?"

What did Sanchez do this time?

"He ordered his soldiers to plunder villages at will, causing many deaths!" Alfred said bitterly. "If I hadn't discovered it and supervised him, the consequences would have been even worse!"

"Alright, alright, don't be so angry, Alfred."

General Marius chuckled and Soothing them, "Well... I knew about this from the very beginning."

Upon hearing his words, Alfred couldn't help but show surprise.