Chapter 976
Troy’s legs turned to jelly. ‘Holy shit–this Raven Valor guy is the new lord? No freaking way!‘
“Jesus Christ,” someone muttered behind him. “Did this idiot just accuse the lord of cheating?”
If he’d known Raven had this kind of clout, no amount of those mid–grade elixirs from Janice could’ve made him take this job.
‘What are a few B–tier potions compared to the lord’s legendary 5–grade stuff?‘ he thought.
“L–lady Valor!” Troy dropped to his knees like a sack of potatoes, forehead thudding against the floor. “I was talking outta my ass back there! Swear to god, I didn’t know it was you! The Larsson bitch made me do it–said she’d bury my family if I refused!”
Classic. He threw Janice under the bus faster than a drunk gambler at a dice table.
“Look, I was just following orders!” His voice cracked like a teenager’s. “That Janice psycho runs half of Deariton–you think small fries like us can say no? Cut us some slack, yeah? We won’t-”
Janice again. Raven’s knuckles popped. She’d suspected Janice’s hand in this, but hearing it confirmed sent ice through her veins.
‘That silver–spoon brat needed to disappear–permanently,‘ she thought. Letting enemies linger is how you got knives in your back!
But first… information extraction. Before taking out these two, she needed to squeeze some info from them–like who really put the Larsson family on
her tail.
“Lady Valor, what should we…?” The organizers‘ big shots exchanged nervous glances, completely out of their depth.
Raven snapped back to reality, her cold gaze landing on the trembling Troy. “He confessed,” she said with a dismissive wave. “Throw him in Inspection
Bureau. Let them do their thing.”
Then with the casual confidence of someone who owned the place. “And since I cleared the level, that advancement spot’s mine. Any objections?”
“Hell no!” The crowd shook their heads so fast they might get whiplash.
This was Forlunda’s new boss–leader of the factions. She could brew Special–grade elixirs like they were instant ramen. Nobody was stupid enough to
cross her.
Anastasia’s face went sheet–white. The girl she’d treated like dirt? Turned out to be freaking royalty. That “impressive” Intermediate elixir she’d flaunted? Probably looked like a kid’s science project to him.
And her little posse from the secret chamber? They looked ready to piss themselves, certain Raven would wipe them out on a whim.
Nearby, Mick was having his own existential crisis. He stared at Raven, his face burning with embarrassment.
“Childhood sweethearts“? Yeah, that lie wasn’t holding up–not with the actual girl standing right there. If he’d known, he never would’ve run his mouth. Now? Just… painful.
Raven caught his stare and smirked. “Funny thing–someone promised me a special elixir after clearing this level.”
“Who the hell would say that?” Mick played dumb, dramatically scanning the crowd. “Point them out! I’ll beat their as:
ng to you!”
Raven just sighed. This walking soap opera wasn’t worth her time. She’d gotten what she came for–that sweet advancement spot. Time to level up to a bigger city.
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