Second Chapter Posted. / Breaking Off the Engagement

Alfred frowned. "That makes five people, less than half."

"Isn't there Secret Society too?" Eileen sneered.

What Secret Society of bull! The so-called secret society is only for ordinary people. For those who truly possess supreme power, the Secret Society utterly insignificant.

"To put it bluntly, it's just an evil religion that worships some bizarre entity."

"If it weren't for the Secret Society extremely low-profile and has been operating in small border countries, it would have been wiped out by the Holy Church and the Earth Mother Church long ago, just like the Bliss Witch Coven. It wouldn't have survived until now."

"Besides the Pride Witch and the mysterious leader, there are three other guys in the Secret Society who are level 80 or higher, including that guy, Tattle, who you're on very good terms with."

"Believe me, for a mysterious sect like the Secret Society, Qin Chu, who also serves as the Pope of the Holy Church, is definitely their greatest enemy."

"You can use Tattle's connections to bring the entire Secret Society over. Although they don't have many powerful experts, they still have quite a few believers at level 60 or 70, which together make for a formidable force."

Even so, it still seems insufficient to confront Qin Chu.

Damn it.

Alfred was extremely agitated; he wished he could rush up and cut Qin Chu into pieces.

The murderous intent in his chest surged continuously, as if this brutality and killing intent would expand every second.

Strange marks were writhing beneath Alfred's skin.

"Besides these, there's Edson and his three daughters," Eileen continued. "With this, our strength has surpassed Qin Chu's, and the advantage is in my hands."

"This time, we will definitely kill Qin Chu, Athena, and Sylph."

"Edson will help us assassinate the Hero?" Alfred, somewhat surprised.

Eileen smiled smugly and said, "Trust me, he will."

The rage surging within him weakened Alfred's ability to think. He didn't even question it much; his eyes gleamed crimson, as if he could already see himself tearing Qin Chu to pieces. A thick excitement filled his eyes. "Hehehe..."

"That's good. However, if possible, I would like to keep Sylph for myself. I haven't had a chance to properly torment that bitch yet."

"Of course..." Eileen smiled and nodded, but before she could finish her sentence, her hand trembled, and the dagger in her palm flew out with a hiss.

There was a squeaking sound, then silence.

Right by the window, a poor mouse was pinned to the wall.

"Your house needs some tidying up."

Alfred, the Elf King, is a clean freak. His house is always spotless. Cockroaches and rats don't frighten him, but they do disgust him.

But at this moment, looking at the rat whose body was pierced and dripping with blood, Alfred felt a strange longing in his heart. His throat bobbed incessantly, and the strong impulse deep inside him made Alfred unable to control himself.

Blood, blood, blood...

The smell of fresh blood.

He had completely forgotten that Eileen was behind him, and quietly walked towards the rat, snatched the dagger from the wall, and tossed it aside.

Just as Eileen was about to ask Alfred what he was up to, she saw Alfred bring the bloody, dead rat to his mouth, bite off its head, and the viscous liquid dripped from the severed end in thin strands. Under the influence of some inexplicable force, these strands wriggled and contracted upwards like twisting maggots, burrowing into the Elf King's mouth.

Snap, snap!

Strange chewing sounds came from the Elf King's mouth.

His handsome face seemed to be distorted by the stimulation of blood, and his lips were covered with a lot of rat hair, which looked like a beard.

Glug!

Eileen swallowed hard.

She didn't want to take the poor dead mouse from Alfred.

The fact that the Elf King, a handsome and clean-cut powerful figure, suddenly made such a move seemed all the more bizarre, sending chills down Eileen's spine.

This guy... is not normal.

Alfred seemed to sense Eileen's gaze and handed her the mouse he was holding. "Want to eat together?"

Eileen shook her head vigorously. "Thank you for the treat, but I've already eaten."

Damn it, I almost threw up yesterday's food. Is this thing really an elf? Or is it actually some kind of filthy Magic Creature?

"I have other things to take care of. Remember to contact Tattle, and... whatever you do, don't go looking for trouble with Qin Chu. You'll die."

After giving her a careful instruction, Eileen quickly disappeared from the room.

Alfred seemed not to hear Eileen's words at all, and just buried his head in the mouse in his hand. The poor little mouse couldn't last long, until its long tail disappeared into Alfred's mouth, leaving not even a bone fragment.

Alfred was breathing heavily.

Not enough... not enough.

Before tasting it himself, he had never known that blood could taste so sweet.

The longing in my chest seemed to be magnified a thousandfold at this moment.

He craved more, more delicious blood; he wanted to hear the sound of blood gushing out, to breathe in its aroma, to feel its sensation as it slid down his throat...

His throat kept moving.

He didn't know how much time had passed, but Alfred finally suppressed the longing in his chest. He remembered Eileen's instructions that he still needed to go find Tattle.

Shaking his head, wiping the dirt off his face, Alfred changed into a clean robe and left the mansion.

Looking at the pedestrians on the street, Alfred's eyes gleamed with a strange excitement; every single one of them seemed incredibly delicious to him.

However, he still retained a sliver of reason, knowing that killing someone in the street was absolutely unacceptable. Suppressing his impulse, Alfred arrived at the mansion where Tattle lived.

"Oh, my good friend..." Upon seeing the Elf King again, Tattle gave him a very warm hug.

Alfred stared at Tattle's clean neck, his pupils contracting violently. His breathing became increasingly rapid, and he could almost feel the blood flowing through the veins beneath the skin. Finally, he could no longer control himself and stuck out his tongue to lick Tattle's neck, wanting to take a bite.

Hiss...

Just as Tattle was about to warmly welcome his good friend, he suddenly shuddered, goosebumps instantly spreading across his entire body.

"Holy shit."

She let out a strange scream, shoved Alfred aside, and jumped several meters away, staring at her best friend with a face full of fear.

It was as if this friend had become an absolute stranger, like we'd just met for the first time.

Even though he, Tattle, was fearless, was now feeling a chill run down his spine.

"Alfred, were you affected by Sylph's situation and changed your ways?"

"My good brother, I will definitely be there for you through this difficult time, but I must emphasize one thing: I am really not a male stabber."

Although Alfred was more beautiful than many women, he had absolutely no interest in men.

He's a perfectly normal man, okay? A total straight man.

He's willing to do anything for his good brother, but he also has his bottom line.

Alfred stood frozen in place, motionless. Tattle's actions seemed to have startled Alfred awake. His eyes widened in disbelief. He couldn't comprehend what had just happened to him, that he had tried to bite through the blood vessels in his best friend's neck and suck his blood dry.

What exactly happened to me?

Alfred shook his head frantically, trying to suppress the turmoil welling up in his chest. Perhaps he had really been too traumatized; he needed to get some rest when he got back.

Alfred calmed himself down and took a deep breath. "Tattle, I apologize for what I just did. I might have really lost my temper."

"However, I've come today for something else."

"The Secret Society also wants to kill Qin Chu, right?"

Chapter Two is presented.

Chapter 441 Annulled Engagement

(A long chapter of 5,000 words)

Tattle, who was initially horrified by Alfred's strange behavior, gradually became serious after hearing these words.

A pair of narrow, hawk-like eyes stared intently at his closest friends, siblings, and relatives before him.

"How did you know?" Tattle's voice sounded somewhat subdued.

He didn't want to harm his good friend, but assassinating the Hero was the Secret Society's most important secret. The Secret Society always lived in the shadows, but recently it suddenly received Divine Oracle, which brought it out of the shadows.

"Of course I know..." Alfred smiled smugly, "Tattle, you deliberately approached me, weren't you trying to pull me into the Secret Society and make me a henchman for assassinating Hero?"

"I want to see the leader of the Secret Society. Perhaps I can bring you more companions."

On the other hand, because it concerned whether their eldest sister could recover, Selma and Fini dared not be negligent in the slightest.

Although most of the materials that Little Saya mentioned were very precious, and some were even unheard of, the two princesses were, after all, princesses, and it was quite easy for them to collect anything by pooling the resources of the entire city.

In less than a day, all the materials had been gathered.

While Little Saya was refining the potion, Qin Chu listened to Athena's report.

Controlling all the rats in the city was extremely taxing for Athena, but the intelligence she could gather was far greater than she had imagined, and some of it was even very important.

Qin Chu did not rashly alert the enemy, but simply instructed Athena to continue monitoring those important targets and to report to him immediately if anything unusual happened.

A plan had already taken shape in Qin Chu's mind.

As evening fell, Saya successfully concocted her potion.

Looking at the emerald green liquid in the glass bottle, Milo felt a sense of unease. She didn't know whether hope or despair awaited her this time.

Seeing Milo's expression, Little Saya snorted, "Don't worry, if even I can't solve your problem, no one else in this world can."

"After taking the medicine, stay overnight at this inn. If anything unusual happens, please let me know immediately."

After leaving those words behind, the proud Little Saya turned and left, leaving Qin Chu, Milo, Fini, and Selma standing there silently.

"Drink up, it can't get any worse." Seeing Milo's worry, Qin Chu smiled and persuaded him.

Qin Chu's gentle voice seemed to give Milo courage. Milo was also a little annoyed. He was usually fearless, so why was he suddenly so hesitant?

Taking a deep breath, Milo suppressed the fear of disappointment in his chest, raised his head and drank the potion in one gulp, even shaking his fingers vigorously, leaving not a single drop.

After swallowing the medicine, Milo immediately turned around and locked himself in his room.

Qin Chu, Fini, and the others knew how Milo was feeling, so none of them went to disturb him.

Inside the room, Milo took off his clothes and looked at his furry body reflected in the mirror, a hint of sadness on his face.

There was no reaction after drinking the medicine.

She didn't know what her future held, and could only wait anxiously. Time passed second by second, but nothing changed. Milo's heart sank lower and lower.

It was already late at night, and the potion still hadn't taken effect. It seemed even the world's strongest magician, as Mr. Qin had described, was powerless to help him.

A strong sense of loss left Milo feeling empty and uncomfortable, but she didn't blame Little Saya; on the contrary, she felt somewhat grateful.

After all, this was just my own business and had nothing to do with Miss Saya, yet she still spent the whole day running around for me.

Even if it has absolutely no effect, I must thank Miss Saya properly when I see her tomorrow, so that Little Saya doesn't feel any guilt.

Milo pondered for a long time, then sighed silently. Although this wasn't the first time something like this had happened, each time it was so painful that it made him want to cry.

Her nose felt a little sore, and her big eyes blinked rapidly as Milo tried hard to hold back the tears from rolling down her cheeks.

Just then, Milo suddenly felt an itch on his arm, with a slight stinging sensation, like being bitten by a mosquito.

Milo instinctively reached out and scratched it.

As he vaguely sensed something, Milo felt as if his fingertips were picking up something.

My gaze involuntarily drifted to my arm, and I saw that where my fingers had scratched, a layer of dead skin, along with the fine hairs on it, had been peeled away, revealing the fair and tender skin underneath.

Milo's eyes darted around violently, her breathing became rapid, and she even wondered if she was dreaming.

Looking in the mirror again, my body was covered in wrinkled, dead skin, and in some places, it even showed signs of cracking.

The itching sensation quickly spread from his arm to his entire body. The unbearable feeling made Milo uncontrollably scratch all over his body, and pieces of Milo skin flake off.

Looking at his smooth, hairless, and supple skin in the mirror, Milo's body trembled uncontrollably, his throat moved incessantly, and his lips occasionally curled into a slight smile.

No... no... no...

Don't get too excited yet; this isn't a situation we haven't encountered before.

Similar situations have occurred before, where all the downy hair on my body would fall out, only to mysteriously grow back the next day.