My Wife is a Hidden Big Shot-Chapter 231 - 225: The Lawless Zone (2)

Aiden Morgan froze, his eyes burning with fury.

He was only just now learning of this.

That such a dangerous person was at his master’s side.

’No wonder she reached the level of a Martial King at such a young age.’

’So she’s a remnant of Plan A.’

"Alpha, the Master is the only one who can bring her back to her senses when she loses control..."

Aiden Morgan’s fists clenched tightly as he roared, "Beta Morgan, don’t you forget your duty!"

But Beta Morgan’s expression was grave as he warned, "The Master won’t allow anyone to harm her, and that includes us. Alpha, don’t do anything that would disappoint him."

Aiden Morgan was stunned.

***

Afterward, Aiden Morgan and the Miners officially formed an alliance, secretly declaring war on the White Bears.

When Aurora Sinclair had abducted Alvin Morgan that day, many people had seen her silver hair.

Aiden Morgan publicly claimed that the Eastern Highlanders had kidnapped a mercenary from the Black Wolves. He organized a large force to infiltrate the Lawless Zone, where the Eastern Highlands were located, to search for him.

The White Bear Mercenaries seized the opportunity to spread the rumor that the Black Wolves and the Miners had killed Black Skull, the leader of the Oasis Pirates. As a result, the Oasis Pirates developed a deep-seated hatred for the two mercenary corps and began launching all sorts of assassinations.

「The Prince’s Palace, Masovia.」

Karon was furious, glaring darkly at the composed man standing before him.

"Why did you kill the leader of the Eastern Highlanders?" Karon asked.

The man chuckled, his voice light and airy. "His strength posed a serious threat to the White Bears’ safety. Naturally, he had to be eliminated."

Karon’s eyes darkened. ’The White Bears are getting more and more audacious.’

"Aren’t you afraid the Eastern Highlanders will come after you for this?"

The man wasn’t worried. "Don’t worry. The Eastern Highlanders are being targeted by the Black Wolves right now. They don’t have time to bother with me."

"But their leader isn’t dead..."

The man burst out laughing. "My men are already on their way to find him. I’m sure we’ll be seeing his corpse very soon."

Karon’s expression hit rock bottom. The leader of the Eastern Highlands had been cooperating with the White Bears, yet they eliminated him just like that, without a shred of camaraderie from their past partnership.

’It just shows how ruthless this man is. I’ll have to be on my guard against him from now on.’

The man glanced at him, as if seeing right through his thoughts, and said with a smile, "Prince Karon, I did all of this for you. The Eastern Highland leader’s identity was special. Keeping him around would have been a disaster waiting to happen..."

"What do you mean?"

"He’s a fugitive who’s been wanted in Veridia for decades."

***

A few days later, Aurora Sinclair’s mind finally returned to normal. She gradually regained some of her strength, but her hair remained silver, unable to turn back to black.

So, she wore a cloak at all times to hide her hair. From a distance, she did indeed resemble one of the Chameleons from the Eastern Highlands.

Alvin Morgan was braiding Aurora Sinclair’s hair. He had discovered that it wasn’t just the hair on her head that had turned white, but nearly all the hair on her body.

He had previously seen a record on the rice paper translated by Ronan Warner. Her condition was a form of atavism, and her nerve cells were dividing too quickly. If it wasn’t suppressed soon, she would likely age rapidly and die.

"White, I brought the wine back," Arthur’s voice came from outside the tent.

Alvin Morgan went out to get the alcohol. The alcohol in Masovia was mostly highly distilled spirits and wine, but there was also this kind of watered-down, low-quality booze. In the black market, a single bullet could buy a large barrel of it.

Arthur felt a pang of regret over the spent bullet; it would have been better to trade it for more food and medicine.

Inside the tent, Aurora Sinclair took the barrel and began to drink deeply.

With no medicine to suppress her overactive nerves, she could only rely on alcohol. The reason she could drink a thousand cups without getting drunk was that when she was a child, Apothecary Warner and her master had often soaked her in vats of alcohol as a form of treatment.

"White, if she keeps drinking like that, you’re not going to have enough bullets," Arthur kindly reminded him after Alvin Morgan came back out.

He really didn’t understand why the Eastern Highlander inside loved to drink so much.

Alvin Morgan gazed at the distant mountains. "Then we’ll go drink some Overlord Wine."

"Huh?"

「The next day.」

Arthur, looking worried, led them to the black market.

"When we go in, don’t say anything. I’ll do the trading," Arthur whispered, turning back to instruct them again.

Alvin Morgan smiled, carrying Aurora Sinclair on his back as he followed him through a dilapidated wooden door.

"Boss, I’m here to give you some business!" Arthur shouted as soon as he entered, not at all like a stranger.

Most of the people drinking inside were burly men with powerful, heavily tattooed arms.

They were all members of various factions—mercenaries, gangsters, and other underworld figures. It was a motley crew.

Upon seeing the two cloaked figures, their gazes immediately turned wary as they secretly sized them up.

Wearing cloaks in a place like this meant one of two things: either your identity couldn’t see the light of day, or you were one of those Chameleons from the Eastern Highlands.

Arthur continued to shout, "Bring us your strongest liquor!"

The bearded man behind the bar glanced at Alvin Morgan and Aurora Sinclair, then held out his hand to them.

Alvin Morgan pulled out a gun and slapped it on the counter. The other patrons in the bar immediately jumped to their feet, aiming their own guns at him.

But he wasn’t the least bit afraid. With perfect composure, he set Aurora Sinclair down in a nearby seat.

Arthur’s heart was in his throat. He quickly said, "Boss, he’s my employer. He’s got a bit of a temper, but we’ll definitely pay you."

The bearded man had seen Arthur buy drinks a few times before. After sweeping his gaze over Alvin Morgan a few more times, he finally holstered his gun and had someone serve them.

Large glasses of brandy were placed in front of them.

A small, fair hand emerged from the black cloak, grabbed a large glass, and poured it down her throat. In no time, both drinks were gone.

Then, she extended a finger and wagged it at the bearded man.

Arthur immediately piped up, "Boss, did you water this down? Didn’t I ask for your strongest stuff?"

Hearing this, the nearby patrons immediately looked at their own drinks and smacked their lips, tasting them.

"What nonsense are you spouting?" The bearded man glared at him before having someone open a few more bottles for Aurora Sinclair.

Aurora Sinclair started chugging straight from the bottle, causing the eyes of the nearby patrons to light up.

That small hand definitely didn’t look like a man’s.

Aurora Sinclair wagged her finger again, seemingly disdainful of his liquor.

"Boss, my employer still isn’t satisfied. They want the strongest liquor you’ve got."

Just then, a burly giant with a skull tattoo sitting nearby slammed a bottle down in front of Aurora Sinclair.

"Hey, little lady, how ’bout a drink...?"

A dozen or so other hulks with the same tattoos crowded around, their muscles shockingly well-developed.

A trace of fear appeared in Arthur’s eyes. He tugged gently on Alvin Morgan’s sleeve. "White, they’re from the Skull Gang..."

Alvin Morgan patted his hand and said directly in the Masovian language, "All of you combined are no match for her."

Arthur immediately translated.

Upon hearing this, the Skull Gang burst into laughter. One of the brutes reached out to lift Aurora Sinclair’s cloak, but she grabbed his wrist, pressing on a specific pressure point.

A pained shriek rang out, and the brute nearly dropped to his knees.

Seeing this, the others once again drew their guns and pressed them to the back of Alvin and Aurora’s heads.

Aurora Sinclair slowly released her grip, picked up the bottle the brute had placed on the table, and poured it straight down her throat.

She looked just like an alcoholic.

The leader of the Skull Gang, who was watching from the side, now had a cautious look in his eyes.

’These two are way too calm.’

The Skull Gang leader gave his subordinates a look, and they immediately ordered two more bottles and slammed them down in front of Aurora Sinclair.

"This is on our boss. He wants to make friends."

Alvin Morgan replied with a line of underworld slang.

The Skull Gang leader’s eyes lit up. He had someone open more bottles and place them before Aurora Sinclair.

To Arthur’s astonishment, Alvin Morgan actually started chatting with the Skull Gang leader, and they seemed to be getting along quite well.

Meanwhile, the "Eastern Highlander girl" beside them kept chugging from the bottles like a true alcoholic, as if she were really drinking plain water.

In the end, the bearded owner had someone bring out a large barrel of brandy, but the girl drank half of it by herself, and by the end, she was letting out loud burps.

The Skull Gang leader paid for all the drinks, then, gesturing with his gun, invited them to his territory.

Arthur’s heart leaped back into his throat.

’Go to their territory? Isn’t that suicide? Especially with the strange way the Skull Gang leader is looking at the alcoholic girl—it’s obvious he’s taken a liking to her.’

But Alvin Morgan merely leaned down to whisper something in Aurora Sinclair’s ear before looking up with a smile. "Alright. We’d love to take a tour of your turf."