Chapter 193:142 Dark Mist Fortune-teller_2

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Dean McKenzie couldn’t stand it anymore, readying himself to step in.

But he noticed that as more and more food and water were delivered,

The crowd gradually calmed down after each person received food and water.

Once they managed to eat and drink, many began to weep uncontrollably, their cries painful to hear.

Watching the whole scene, Dean McKenzie felt a lump in his throat.

The mysterious person beside him was also observing him, noticing his mood fall. He knew it was due to the distressing sight of the people in the Land of Bone.

He knew it perfectly well.

Dean McKenzie, coming from the dreamy paradise of Spring City, was hit by the harsh reality and darkness of this new world.

The mysterious person knew he had to guide him appropriately.

Otherwise, Dean McKenzie might dwell on the suffering.

So the mysterious person slapped Dean McKenzie on the shoulder and said, “Kid, stop looking. These people have been saved.

“They’ve escaped the bitter sea. Next, we just need to find a city operated by the

Alliance to settle them down, and they can start their lives anew!”

“Okay!”

Dean McKenzie nodded in agreement.

After all, most people inside were commoners and low-level professionals.

They could stay in the Land of Bone for a short while, but couldn’t reside there long term.

After all, the Land of Bone was the Land of the Wraith, and they weren’t Dark Professionals. Staying too long would only harm their bodies without any benefits!

Following this, Dean McKenzie and the mysterious person quickly left the underground melt hole.

Upon emerging, they roughly figured out their location, discovering they were well within the domain of Rock Dragon City.

The mysterious person suggested they leave the people near Rock Dragon City.

Dean McKenzie rejected this suggestion.

The reason was simple.

These people were captured in Rock Dragon City, so the local Professional Alliance would undoubtedly shoulder a fair amount of blame.

Moreover, Dean McKenzie and company had eliminated a stronghold of the Bloody Church, including two Fifth-turn professionals.

Creating such a disturbance, the Bloody Church wouldn’t stay still.

Dean McKenzie feared that if they were dropped in Rock Dragon City, they might fall into the hands of the Bloody Church again.

So, Dean McKenzie and the mystery person decided to head west along the coastline.

The two of them traveled day and night and reached Rouge from Atlanta in just three days.

Upon entering Rouge, the chances of Dean McKenzie being hunted dropped significantly.

After all, his previous bounty only applied in Atlanta. Even though it didn’t lose its effect entirely upon leaving Atlanta, it certainly wasn’t as relentless as before.

Of course, Dean McKenzie and his companion didn’t encounter any pursuit during these three days of their journey.

One reason was that a few months had passed since the event, lowering its heat.

Another reason was the presence of the mysterious person. During these days, Dean McKenzie found out the profession of the mysterious person.

Dark Mist Fortune – teller!

He also managed to learn her name – well, she asked him to call her Mrs. Hawkins!

Mrs. Hawkins informed Dean McKenzie that her profession allowed her to divine destiny and also to hide it.

She even boasted proudly that the destiny she concealed couldn’t be detected by even a Fifth-turn or a Six-turn.

While she was saying this, Dean McKenzie was praising her, his face full of admiration.

However, within his mind, he couldn’t help but recall his near capture by Bruce Hodge as soon as he fled Spring City.

Mrs. Hawkins noticed what Dean McKenzie was thinking and defended herself saying: “That was an accident!”

“Otherwise, you tell me, have we had any issues these days…”

Before she could finish her sentence, Mrs. Hawkins’s face changed, and a black crystal ball appeared in her hand. With a gentle squeeze, the crystal shattered. “All sorted, I told you there’s nothing to worry about!”

Looking at the insistent Mrs. Hawkins, Dean McKenzie didn’t know what to say.

She had done this many times during these three days. It was apparent that it wasn’t that they hadn’t been pursued, but that Mrs. Hawkins had been blocking them.

“Once we deal with this wave, we should be completely safe.”

Blackwater City is not far ahead. Leave the people outside, then head into the city for a bit of rest.”

“Hmm? Just me?”

Dean McKenzie perked up at Mrs. Hawkins’ words. “Are you not coming with me?”

“I have something to deal with on my end, and have to step out. Here, take this!”

Mrs. Hawkins passed a black crystal ball to Dean.

Upon receiving it, Dean couldn’t help but narrow his eyes.

Item: Mystifying Blackwater Crystal of Destiny

Description: Crafted by the Dark Mist Fortune-teller over the course of a year, it can fend off divination and alter the bearer’s appearance, attribute points, and name, allowing one to take on a whole new persona.

PS: Anyone below Six-turn can’t see through it

“What’s this?”

“Just hold on to it. I need to leave now!”

Mrs. Hawkins tossed the item into Dean’s hand, crushed a black crystal ball, and disappeared into a puff of black smoke.

Watching Mrs. Hawkins leave, Dean raised an eyebrow.

“What’s happening? Could it be the Bloody Church’s people are on our tail? Alas, I’m still too weak!”

Professionals often have this common issue, attributing everything to their lack of strength.

Dean was not exempt from this thought.

At least in his mind, if he were stronger, there would be no need for a mystery man. Whoever dared to play mystery could take a beating.

“Forget it, let’s get down to business first!”

For now, Dean lurked on the edge of Blackwater City, found a relatively hidden spot, and opened the Gate of Bone to release the people trapped inside.

As he released them all, Dean activated the crystal and changed his appearance to mimic his best friend before the transition, and modified his attributes from a professional to a regular person.

Soon, Dean blended perfectly among the group he just released.

The smooth nature of this operation was because their memories had been modified by Mrs. Hawkins.

The memories of them being captured and taken to the Bloody Church’s stronghold were erased.

This was done, on one hand, to prevent the risk of Dean’s information being disclosed. On the other, it was for their own well-being.

After all, these were not happy memories.

They were nightmares that might take a lifetime to heal from, so Mrs. Hawkins simply erased them.

This greatly facilitated Dean, allowing him to smoothly blend into their group.

Despite his camouflage being partly to sneak into Blackwater City, Dean was more concerned about the welfare of this group of people.

He didn’t know how Blackwater City would deal with them, there was a chance they might simply be expelled.

However, what happened next greatly surprised Dean.

Not long after he released the people, the residents of Blackwater City discovered them, and the city’s Professional Alliance sent representatives to escort them into the city and find them shelter, similar to the disaster refuge center in Spring City.

The conditions inside were actually quite good. Dean sensed that the environment was even better than the refuge center he’d experienced in Spring City.

Following along with them, Dean took a refreshing bath and enjoyed a satisfying meal.

Despite the meal not being extravagant, it was delicately prepared, and he felt the effort they put towards it.

This made Dean extremely pleased.

Having just witnessed the dark side of the Bloody Church, seeing this beautiful side was like a cleansing for Dean’s soul.

This led to Dean deciding to rest in this center for a few days.

Since the strongest in this refuge was but a mere Third-turn Professional, Dean could dance under his nose without a problem given his current strength.

After all, with his feet on the ground, if he wanted, everything within a three thousand meter radius would be under his spirit scope.

Dean could stealthily open the Gate of Bone just a crack and extend his spiritual power in.

He had just extended his spiritual power into the Land of Bone when he discovered that the Unicorn seemed to be on the verge of completing the transformation into a Skeleton Horse