The woman was stunned by a slap, kneeling on the ground, her face filled with disbelief: "You hit me... you... you actually hit me?!"
The man, though trembling with fear, spoke with a sullen tone: "We can’t feel the power of the Gilded Dominator now, and without enough Noble Gold Coins... we’ll die in the end!"
"We need gold coins! Coins imbued with the presence of the Goddess of Wealth! And only Azaenn Castle has coins with that goddess’s presence!"
The more the man spoke, the deeper his frown grew: "But there’s a powerful occupation there [Butler], and now there’s a Dominator as well... we can’t possibly break in!"
The short, plump middle-aged woman seemed dazed by the man’s slap and just listened to him speak.
The man paced back and forth, his tone heavy: "What to do... what to do... what to do..."
"Azaenn... damn Azaenn..." The woman sitting on the ground glared fiercely at the man, who ignored her, and then sat back, cursing Azaenn.
Just then, a sudden voice sounded not far behind them.
"Hello! Honorable sub-world travelers, is that Azaenn Castle up ahead?"
The voice sounded sunny and bright, belonging to a young man in his twenties.
But it was nighttime, and the short, plump woman and the man didn’t feel any sunshine at all.
"Sir! My wife and I are ordinary commoners of Azaen Village, may I ask if you’re looking for our lord..." The man acted quickly, grabbing the short, plump woman and kneeling down, bowing to the young man behind them.
The man was trembling, his forehead covered with sweat, and the woman’s face was full of panic.
"You... aren’t being honest~" The young man somehow suddenly appeared in front of them: "Commoners wouldn’t say they’re ’ordinary commoners’ you know~"
The man, trembling, raised his head and saw a face white and delicate, captivating and charming.
It was a young man with long hair, dressed in a pale pink outfit, looking gentle and effeminate!
However, the man’s pupils had already constricted to a point because the young man’s high nose was almost touching his own.
The long-haired young man bent over, bringing his face close to the man and woman, locking eyes with them.
"Hmm~ such an unfamiliar soul... Gilded? What an ugly title? Hmm, a level twenty false god’s presence... Can someone become a Dominator at level twenty over there?"
The young man bent over, his eyes curved into crescents, staring straight into the man’s eyes, maintaining eye contact.
The man desperately tried to retreat, but his whole body couldn’t move, making him scream terror in his mind: "Soul! You’re touching my soul... Necromancer! Necromancer!"
Rumor has it, Necromancers would follow the scent of death, then wantonly toy with the souls and bodies of the deceased!
In reality, the light in that man’s eyes suddenly flickered and went out, his body collapsing to the side, unmoving—he was already dead.
The young man, however, extended a small, crimson tongue to lick his lips, with a red tongue piercing made from an unknown crystal on his tongue tip.
He smacked his lips, saying: "Fear, anger... just about alright, hmm, apparently at least a professional before, no, should say a warrior, huh? A warrior from the Frog Race, so ancient yet so fresh a taste."
With that, the young man’s bright and dark eyes glanced at the short, plump woman.
"Who... who are you!! Don’t kill me! Don’t kill me! I’m an apprentice of the Light Crystal Tower, I’m a disciple of the Holy Land Powerhouse!" The short, plump woman cried out in panic, already scared by the man’s death.
"Oh? Are you introducing yourself? That’s my favorite part indeed..."
The young man’s eyes slightly lit up upon hearing the short, plump woman’s words, standing up straight, his right hand’s white and tender fingers clenched elegantly and gently pounded his left chest.
In a soft voice, he said, "I come from the ’Abyss’, and I’m a professional [Soul Manipulator], that’s right, I’m not a Necromancer, I’m an artist, you can call me Revin..."
"Remember, I’m an artist! I don’t like people calling me ’professional lord’."
"Moreover, life is a grand decaying, why not... you experience it early?"
Saying that, Revin smiled slightly.
The short, plump woman’s initially shocked expression froze when she saw Revin’s smile, her body suddenly went limp like a puddle of flesh, silent in an instant.
Revin smacked his lips, using his tongue with the piercing to lick his long, pale fingers again, dissatisfiedly said: "Envy, pride, greed... ugh!"
Mentioning "greed," Revin made a spitting gesture starkly contrasting with his image, then wiped the corner of his mouth: "Andrew’s Leg! Indeed, the taste of greed is the worst..."
After spitting, Revin leisurely tidied his long hair, then closed his eyes, savoring the souls of the two sub-world travelers from earlier, only to open his eyes looking to the south.
"Hmm, so that’s Azaenn? A small lord isn’t interesting, no need to look... then let’s head straight to the great swamp! Remember, the great swamp is just south of Azaenn!"
Revin was about to leave when he suddenly frowned, looking down at his feet.
Outside the bodies of the man and woman, there was also a mummified corpse, seemingly just an ordinary Naseng People’s corpse.
"Strange... why is there a presence of Divine Power... and it doesn’t seem like some trashy Gilded Dominator, but above the Naseng God level..."