Otherworldly Affairs Office-Chapter 439 Sifuer’s Speculation (Subscription Requested)

Sifuer sat in the chair, her jade arm resting on the armrest, fingers gently massaging her temples. Hel stood by her side, reporting reactions from various factions within the town. At the end, Sifuer couldn’t help but chuckle bitterly, "It seems this Mr. Shitang has indeed brought immense psychological pressure to these people. Just releasing a message is enough to deter these impertinent and reckless scoundrels."

"The world has gone mad. People like Raphael dare to blatantly sit at the same level as the lady, and even after his death, there are many imitators. If this were the past, they would all deserve to be hanged!" Hel clenched her fists, biting her lip in hatred.

"Chaotic times breed heroes. We’re not who we used to be, and the descendants of the Demon God have severely fallen and corrupted. If there are outstanding talents among the commoners, it’s not impossible that they might gain the Demon God’s trust and become new nobles in the future. Unfortunately, Raphael had the means and determination, but his vision was too small, and his luck was poor. If he had sincerely gathered the remnants and been willing to contribute to the Demon God, it wouldn’t be impossible to join forces with him." Sifuer slightly raised her eyelids and shook her head, "It’s just a pity for those three hundred subordinates of his, dying in such a meaningless place."

"Lady, there’s one more thing. After hearing these rumors, these people secretly sent some to probe where Mr. Shitang is staying, but they were intercepted by our people. Since they are so disrespectful, should we quietly let a few go in and use that person’s hand to get rid of them?"

Upon hearing Hel’s words, Sifuer and Bailang simultaneously sat up from their chairs and shouted in unison, "No!" Hel was startled by their reaction, and Bailang continued, "We’ve already used him once. We absolutely cannot do so again, or we’ll lose his last trust. Furthermore, this is an opportunity to demonstrate our strength and show others the importance of safeguarding Mr. Shitang. For five days, no one is allowed to disturb him—under any circumstances!"

"Yes!" Hel replied submissively.

"How is Xiaonai?"

Hel shook her head and sighed, "The burns on his body are severe, but they don’t count for much. With his recovery ability, he can heal within two or three days. But the humiliation in his heart will never fade, unless... "

"No need for ’unless.’ Tell him not to dwell on it anymore!" Sifuer interrupted directly. She understood Hel’s implication: a close guard crying like a child in front of his lord is a massive shame. He can die in battle but must not lose composure like this; it’s an enormous disgrace that can only be washed away by killing his enemy or by his own death.

But neither option is bearable for Sifuer. Thinking of these words, she continued, "Persuade him not to keep it in mind. Losing to that person is not disgraceful. Has he explained why he was so distressed and lost composure?"

"He said the pain on his body wasn’t much, but sudden anomalies inside him made him itch all over, followed by unbearable heartache making it hard to breathe, eventually leading to paralysis all over. It was this cycle of torture that he really couldn’t endure, causing him to cry out in pain."

"Alright, I understand. You may leave now."

After Hel left the room, Sifuer turned her head to Bailang and whispered, "Is this reaction due to poisoning? Some kind of Poison Gas Magic? Even if Xiaonai held his breath, he couldn’t escape the Poison Gas Magic?"

"Hard to say. The man’s methods are too bizarre; his techniques are inconceivable, unheard of." Bailang casually set up a Sound Insulation Barrier; having witnessed Pei Yan’s eerie eavesdropping methods, he had to be cautious.

Sifuer rested her cheek on her hand, puzzled, "Uncle, do you think what Raphael said is true? Is this Shitang really a special envoy sent by the Demon God to target him?"

"What do you think?"

Listening to Bailang’s question, Sifuer first shook her head, then hesitantly nodded after some thought. Bailang saw this and replied, "Raphael was already mentally confused towards the end. This person is definitely not a Demon God’s envoy because if he had such power, he wouldn’t need to perform for us. But Raphael wasn’t entirely wrong; he certainly has a connection with the Demon God. He could not fear the Demon God’s power and accurately found Raphael’s hiding place under those circumstances. I don’t believe it’s possible for a Plane Shelter superhuman, yet he must have the same Demon God power within him."

"But how do we explain this situation?"

Bailang pondered deeply and mused, "There’s such a possibility, Sifuer, do you know another name for the Energy Desert?"

Sifuer was stunned by the words, then immediately said, "Plane Shelter!"

"Exactly, when someone commits immense crimes in their own plane and cannot survive, they are secretly sent to the Plane Shelter within the Base Plane with their abilities sealed and concealed. At the time when our autonomous territory was about to fall, your mother planned to send you away, but due to your resolute willingness to fight and the space being sealed then surrounded, it didn’t happen. I now suspect this Mr. Shitang might be a descendant of a Demon God Grand Duke, a bloodline left in the Base Plane, this time summoned back by the Base Plane’s superhumans due to anomalies occurring in the plane."

Listening to Uncle Bailang’s analysis, Sifuer kept nodding, "Uncle’s analysis makes sense, explaining his mighty strength and Demon God power. How do we interact with him next?"

"Cooperate with him and assist him without delving deeper. If my speculation is correct, then it makes sense for him to conceal his real identity, given that someone who could force a Grand Duke’s descendant to flee must be powerful and influential. This could even be a bargaining chip for us in future negotiations. Once the autonomous territory’s breakout team arrives one after another, I’ll send people to secretly investigate; there are no secrets among nobles. If such a thing occurs, it won’t be hidden without anyone knowing."

Sifuer deeply agreed, nodding gratefully. Now she couldn’t help but feel fortunate to have Uncle Bailang; it truly was a blessing. If relying solely on herself, she wouldn’t know how to handle the current volatile situation. After a long sigh, Sifuer turned her head, full of fatigue, towards Bailang and murmured, "Uncle, do you think you can defeat him?"

"If it were before he and Raphael clashed, I’m confident I could kill him, although it might leave me seriously injured or possibly dead. But after their clash, I’m uncertain; too many variables exist."

"Uncle, you must not get hurt. No matter what, you must not get hurt. You are all the family I have."

Watching Sifuer clench his hand, her eyes closed, and soft snores beginning, Bailang felt a pang of sadness. He slowly withdrew his hand, stood up, spread a blanket over the young lord, went to the liquor cabinet, poured himself a drink, and walked to the window, gazing at where Pei Yan was staying through the drapes, lost in thought.