The Low-key Evil Wizard BOSS-Chapter 73 - 11: Mr. Demon and Lady Ranger

"That Fighting Master wasn’t just any Fighting Master. He had a few other tricks up his sleeve."

The words came from a lady with smooth, fair skin.

Her voice was calm, her words flowing as naturally and smoothly as water, making it impossible not to get lost in them.

This was very much in line with the traits of her Extraordinary Sequence, Holy Poem Ranger.

The voices of this Sequence always possessed a strange, magical quality.

When they spoke, they would invariably draw the attention of everyone around them.

That was why you could always find Rangers in taverns, vividly recounting their adventures to mesmerized travelers.

"Based on the information I’ve received, that Fighting Master must possess some kind of terrifying, unique power. He was able to suppress many of the Rat King’s formidable techniques and Skills."

"That’s how the Fighting Master was able to kill the terrifying Rat King with such ease. Otherwise... even that mysterious Fighting Master would have likely struggled to defeat the powerful Rat King."

"However..."

At this, the calm-voiced lady turned to Zorn.

"When it comes to Fighting Masters, the one with the real authority to speak is this young Fighting Master right here."

"What are your thoughts?"

Both of their gazes fell upon Zorn, the Fighting Master.

After killing the Rat King, Zorn knew, of course, that the many Transcendents of Ogrande City would have their eyes on the powerful Level Three Fighting Master.

Therefore, Zorn had concealed the aura of his Fighting Master Sequence’s power, keeping it at a mid-Level 2.

For a Fighting Master, a class not typically skilled in concealment or stealth, this would have been exceedingly difficult.

But for an Evil Spirit Wizard with powerful anchors like the Sun King’s Golden Skeleton, the Calamity Black Mist, and the Immortal Calamity Sacred Mark, it was all too easy.

Besides, at Zorn’s current age, being a Level Three Fighting Master was a bit much.

Mid-Level 2 was just right.

Feeling the gazes of the Holy Poem Ranger and the Demon Apostle on him.

’You’ve analyzed this all quite well. How about I give you a detailed explanation from a first-person point of view?’

After a moment’s thought, Zorn finally spoke slowly.

"First, this Fighting Master would have had abundant Gang Qi and stamina; otherwise, he couldn’t have fought for so long."

"Furthermore, regarding the ’terrifying, unique power’ the Lady Ranger mentioned, I may have some insight."

Zorn’s words made the corner of the Holy Poem Ranger’s eye twitch.

Holy Poem Rangers were not weak in the Spiritual domain and were quite capable of concealing their Sequence’s traits.

The fact that a Fighting Master could detect her, then, was a testament to Zorn’s own abilities.

’They wanted to test him, so Zorn would indulge them.’

The Lady Ranger’s subtle movement naturally didn’t escape Zorn’s notice.

But Zorn simply continued his explanation.

"Within the Fighting Master Sequence, there’s a very unusual technique that can effectively interrupt an enemy’s Abilities or Skills—Spiritual Energy·Gang Shui Fist!"

"I suspect that the formidable Tier Three Peak Fighting Master had mastered this Ability, which borders on a Forbidden Technique. That’s how he was able to effectively counter the Rat King’s many techniques and Skills to claim the final victory!"

Having said that, Zorn looked earnestly at the tall, burly man.

"Would you say I’m correct, Mr. Demon?"

In that instant!

The burly, bearded man by the wide glass window froze, his body stiffening like a statue.

After a long moment, the burly, bearded man twisted his stiff neck to look at Zorn.

"You’re absolutely right, Mr. Fighting Master!"

His expression was grim.

Sensing this silent clash, the Lady Ranger’s lips curved into a faint smile.

’So that’s it...’

’He’s from the Demon Sequence. No wonder I couldn’t sense his Sequence.’

’Demons... are the best at concealing their presence.’

’Then again, Mr. Fighting Master saw right through the Demon Sequence.’

’This Mr. Fighting Master... he’s really something else.’

Only when Mr. Demon broke eye contact and retracted his gaze did Zorn shift his own gaze to the window.

’If Mr. Demon had been a little more behaved, then Zorn wouldn’t have exposed his Sequence.’

’But... that Mr. Demon Apostle had been controlling a Mirror Demon at the window behind him. It was frantically sniffing at Zorn’s aura next to his reflection, and even tried to devour Zorn’s reflection in an attempt to dig for more information.’

’Mr. Demon’s actions were very rude!’

’Zorn had no choice but to use this method as a tactful reminder.’

Fortunately, Mr. Demon was sensible enough to recall his Mirror Demon.

’If the man had been any more audacious, Zorn would have been enjoying some "Iron Pot Demon Stew" for dinner.’

Still, Zorn had saved him some face.

He only called him "Mr. Demon."

...and not "the damned Tier Three Peak Demon Apostle who’s setting his dog on me to sniff me out."

The Demon Sequence was a very powerful one.

But it was also one that wasn’t well-regarded.

However, with official backing and a clean record, they could still cooperate with the authorities.

Ultimately, however, the Sequence depended on the person wielding it.

As long as one could master their Sequence, no Sequence was a problem.

But if one couldn’t, then even the weakest Sequence was exceedingly dangerous.

None of the three spoke again.

A strange, heavy silence filled the air, a stark contrast to the bustling street outside the window.

CREAK... The door swung open, shattering the heavy silence.

"Mr. Borne, could you come here for a moment, please?"

A female police officer with a sweet smile spoke politely.

Mr. Demon, who had picked up a newspaper, walked out quickly without looking back.

Once the door closed, the Lady Ranger pursed her lips and chuckled softly.

"The Demon Sequence is known for holding grudges. Perhaps you shouldn’t have exposed him!"

"Then Mr. Demon had better pray he doesn’t come looking for trouble. Otherwise, he’ll be the one *in* trouble."

Zorn retorted playfully.

Hearing this, the Lady Ranger’s expression turned serious.

’From the strategic back-and-forth between the three of them, she had come to realize just how formidable this Mr. Fighting Master was.’

"Perhaps we should introduce ourselves properly. I’m Gaido Isaiah."

Zorn rose politely and took off his woven hat.

"Good morning, Lady Gaido."

"Zorn Corick. A recent graduate. Please forgive my presumption in sensing your Sequence."

"Are you scolding me for having sensed your Sequence?"

Gaido Isaiah’s smile was warm and composed.

The two began to chat casually.

Gaido Isaiah.

From that surname alone, Zorn sensed something unusual.

When she mentioned that she came from the white-shelled beaches of the East Coast, Zorn had already guessed her identity.

She was most likely part of Isaiah’s Reconstruction Faction.

And there was a great deal to say about the Reconstruction Faction.

The Isaiah family was active across the fertile lands spanning the Autanston Republic, the Saint Grelle Empire, and the Gelang River Plain Province of Saintisman.

Over a century of wars, ceded territories, and reparations had fractured this land into three large regions, each controlled by a different nation.

But in all of these factions, there were people of Isaiah bloodline who shared the same legendary tales of Isaiah.

With the advent of the new Steam Era, and spurred on by Extraordinary Power, factions across the continent began to stir.

The Isaiah Reconstruction Faction was also stirring in the shadows.

After completing the Ogrande Poem Chapter, Players could freely choose their own factions, push the tides of the new era, and compose their own sacred epics.

They could even venture deep into the Saint Jia’en Misty Plateau, find a resource-rich area, and live a quiet life of farming, never participating in any "events" and simply remaining as observers.

But "Zorn Corick" didn’t have the freedom of a Player.

He needed to cultivate his own power, increase his strength, and choose a faction that aligned with his goals.

The Isaiah Reconstruction Faction was one of the paths Zorn was currently considering.

But it was only one.

If the faction failed to gain traction, Zorn would exploit it for all it was worth and then abandon it without a second thought.

If the faction did manage to rise, Zorn wouldn’t be stingy with his support.

’If he wanted to establish his own order, then the old order of today had to be utterly shattered.’

Though the great tides of change and turmoil had not yet been unleashed upon the era, here in Ogrande City, the first ripples were already spreading.

Their pleasant conversation was all too brief.

Soon, the young female police officer opened the door again. This time, she called for Gaido.

Zorn waited quietly, digesting his food while absorbing faint wisps of Gang Qi.

About fifteen minutes later, it was Zorn’s turn.

He followed the officer to the third floor and through a silver metal door.

Before him was a wide, semi-circular mahogany desk, with files piled on it like mountains.

Zorn could even see a few presumably confidential files placed carelessly on a corner of the desk.

Behind the desk, silhouetted by the light pouring through a specially made glass window, Zorn saw the chief of the Fog Zone North Ring Street Police Station.

When he got a clear look at her face, the corner of Zorn’s eye twitched.

’So... some things really are unavoidable!’

She was about twenty-seven, dressed in a tailored black police uniform. Her jacket was unbuttoned, revealing a women’s dress shirt stretched taut over her full bust.

A chief’s cap was perched on her head, pinning down her long black hair.

Her indifferent expression and frosty gaze made it clear she was a cold, aloof woman who was not easy to get along with.

Caroline Holt!

The legendary police chief of Ogrande City.

She was destined to play a major role in Ogrande City’s Steam Era and the turmoil to come.

Just as Duke Mu Huo was actively pushing the Church to hunt down "Zorn Corick," Chief Caroline Holt would dedicate herself to the security and glory of Ogrande City and the Autanston Republic.

Her journey from chief to mayor, then to councilwoman, and then back to being a wanted criminal and political prisoner—this series of dramatic ups and downs highlighted the complexity and multifaceted nature of her life’s path.

Zorn had hoped to use his cooperation with official Transcendents as a way to gradually make contact with more key figures.

But this unexpected encounter with the legendary chief made Zorn realize all the more the intricate, interwoven fates of Ogrande City in the Steam Era.

"Zorn Corick? Only sixteen? You just graduated this year?"

The cold, distant voice, one that kept everyone at arm’s length, sounded from behind the wide desk.

"I’ll be seventeen soon,"

Zorn corrected her.