Chapter 220: Half-Elf

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Chapter 220: Half-Elf Pure beings born from raw psionic energy—that’s what elves were. All kinds of forms, Naturally beautiful as sin, wielding terrifying abilities to bend psionic energy to their will—they were psionic energy’s golden children. Back in the super-ancient days, Plenty of human powerhouses, Looking to juice up their clan’s strength, tried copying the elven blueprint, Transforming themselves into elves. The most badass branch called themselves Valkyries. But when the dark mist rolled in, not only did every last elf vanish into thin air, Even the Elf Palace where human elf-wannabe powerhouses lived got wiped off the map. Ever since then, elves became nothing but legend—just stories told in old songs and dusty books. Half-elves carried the bloodline of those human powerhouses who’d gone elf. Even though ages had passed and the elven blood had gotten watered down, Half-elves still had psionic mojo that put regular folks to shame. Their awakening rate blew normal humans out of the water. Bottom line, Half-elves’ dead giveaway Was those naturally pointed ears. The stronger their psionic connection, the more drop-dead gorgeous they got. "Far as I know, no half-elves are pulling strings in Rock Sand City’s upper ranks." Carlos’s frown could’ve cracked stone. Half-elves, Rare as dragon’s teeth, but they churned out powerhouses like nobody’s business. Among humanity’s thriving twenty-eight variant tribes, they held court in the top three. Hell, from day one of human city-building, they’d stepped up to guard the Sacred Fire. Ember City’s half-elf guard unit Even went by the Fire Guard. So high-tier half-elves and above would, barring some cosmic screw-up, almost never show their faces in foreign territory. Even when venturing into dark mist country, they’d pick spots closest to Ember City. Willie went quiet for a beat, his beady eyes darting around: "True enough, we don’t have any half-elves on the payroll in Rock Sand City. But that doesn’t mean no half-elves know our classified intel." Carlos’s eyes turned to slits as he locked onto Willie: "You pointing fingers at me?" His voice was flat as a tombstone, But anyone with half a brain could hear Carlos was pissed as hell. With those words, The three loyal companions picked up on their master’s fury. Crushing, bone-chilling spiritual pressure slammed down on the intruder. Three waves of pure malice wrapped around him like chains. The sky went dark, waves churned without wind, the courtyard fell dead silent—even the bugs shut the hell up. "Gulp!" Security Officer Willie felt like ice picks were dancing on his spine, every hair standing at attention as he forced down a swallow. Those three nightmare creatures backing Young Master Carlos— He’d tangled with two of them before. They were way above his pay grade. The third one stood shoulder-to-shoulder with the other two, clearly nobody to mess with. He was kicking himself hard. Should’ve told them to shove this damned messenger job where the sun don’t shine. If the suspicion was on the money, his odds of walking out of this courtyard breathing were slim to none—he was dead meat. If the suspicion was bullshit, he’d just pissed off Young Master Carlos for nothing—talk about a lose-lose. In pure desperation, Willie immediately switched gears, dropping into a deep bow: "My deepest apologies, Young Master Carlos." Then with conviction: "Your honor shines brighter than the noon sun— I wouldn’t dream of suspecting you!!!" For his own hide, the slippery Willie made his stance crystal clear. Carlos’s eyes danced with amusement as he watched the ’familiar’ security officer keep up his little song and dance. When Carlos didn’t give him the thumbs up he was fishing for, Willie could only say miserably: "But this ain’t my call to make. With Black Sinner cleanup right around the corner, Chief Security Officer Freeman, for Rock Sand City’s sake, Wants you at the inquiry meeting." After laying it all out, Security Officer Willie didn’t forget to tack on: "Course, The brass don’t suspect you neither. Just crossing the t’s and dotting the i’s— Hope you can see where we’re coming from." Having spilled his guts, Security Officer Willie waited like a dog begging for scraps for Carlos’s answer. He’d put all his cards on the table. When the Chief Security Officer sent him over, the orders were to dig deep. But the digging had barely started before he found himself swimming in those monsters’ killing intent. Willie had zero doubt that keeping up the interrogation would make his ability to walk out of here on his own two legs highly questionable. So he cut straight to the chase, laying everything bare. The ball was in Young Master Carlos’s court now. If he agreed to show up, everyone wins. If he told them to take a long walk off a short pier, Well... there wasn’t jack shit he could do except head back and break the news to his bosses. Though he had a feeling his superiors wouldn’t have any bright ideas either. Who the hell was Carlos Valois! Never mind his own badass strength, Just his connections— Little brother to the new generation’s top dog, Ember City’s golden boy, with Ember City’s Weaver Lords singing his praises. And he was half-elf to boot, one of the top three variant tribes. The Controllers couldn’t just drag Carlos in kicking and screaming. Plus, Pretty much nobody believed Young Master Carlos, with his golden future, would turn traitor. If he was a mole, what would he get out of it? Women, gold, power? Give me a break. Anyone who’d seen Carlos Valois knew he had women throwing themselves at him! Money... would a future duke be hurting for cash? Power was even more ridiculous—he was already strong enough to arm-wrestle gods. What’s he gonna do, sprout wings and fly to heaven? Willie felt like he’d been put through a meat grinder. He couldn’t wrap his head around why the Chief Security Officer was so hell-bent on this summons. Surely it wasn’t just going through the motions? Red Spirit cracked Willie’s soul frequency and beamed it straight to its master. Carlos got the whole story behind this little visit. ’Chief Security Officer Freeman...’ So this summons had a Controller pulling the strings. ’Something stinks to high heaven. After the Black Sinner spilled about the mole’s pointed ears, District One Security Officer Todd just up and decided the mole was half-elf and pointed the finger straight at me. Even weirder, Chief Security Officer Freeman actually went along with this horseshit? This feels way too half-assed.’ Didn’t they think this might be the Black Sinners trying to turn everyone against each other? Course, looking at it from their angle, playing it safe, Dragging him in for questioning made some sense. So, Carlos spoke up: "Security Officer Willie, Sun’s still high. How about you stick around for some fishing?" His tone didn’t leave room for argument. As he talked, A nearby shield guard practically force-fed a fishing rod into Willie’s hands. "???" Willie was lost as a blind bat in a cave. What the hell did this mean? Go or don’t go! What’s with the fishing angle? He opened his mouth but couldn’t get the words out. But seeing Carlos had already gone back to fishing with zero intention of giving him answers, And those three monsters were eyeballing him like he owed them money, He gave up any notion of pushing harder or making a break for it. Hell, If it’s fishing they wanted, fishing it was. The rest wasn’t his problem anymore. "Snap!" The fishing line hit the water, and the courtyard went peaceful again... ... Rock Sand City, Chief Security Office, "Boss, why’d you send Willie?" District One Security Officer Todd was scratching his head. Everyone and their brother knew Willie was the only security officer Who’d rubbed shoulders with Carlos Valois before. Common sense said that should’ve ruled him out.

Chapter 220: Half-Elf

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