Chapter 110: “Native” (3)

“… If I were to be replaced, my successor can only be chosen from my clan’s blood relatives.”

Lutt’s expression did not change.

The White Plains Town’s invigilator realized that Lutt did not seem to be worried about this problem, and his frown deepened.

“Alright, I’ll report the truth.”

With that, the invigilator turned around and left.

Lutt’s face suddenly darkened. He was in a rather foul mood.

These days, he had been tense, afraid that other hunters would attack him as well.

Without the Mutant Blood Warrior guards around him, he mobilized more than half of the army to guard his residence day and night.

Fortunately, the other hunters still maintained their rationality and did not ignore everything to start a massacre in the lord’s residence.

However, the truth announced by the hunters had stirred up rumors in the city, and it also exhausted him.

The dozens of hunters in White Plains Town showed strong rejection towards him, making him unable to suppress the rumors.

As long as he took a tough stance on them, the hunters would leave at any time. That way, the dissatisfaction of the residents of White Plains Town would rise to its peak. Even if he could still be the lord, the town would become depressing.

However, he still needed to hold on tightly to his lord’s position. Only this identity could protect him now… Hunters like Jason, who did not care about the consequences of killing their lord, were in the minority.

He could tell that the hunters wanted to urge the Empire to replace him.

But he was not too worried about this outcome.

The person who pulled him into that huge plan was a powerful person in the court and also his backer in the palace.

Lutt believed his patron would find a way to keep his position… even if it meant stabilizing him in fear that he would expose everyone’s plans.

“I don’t have to worry about the Empire’s thoughts. My most important mission is to clear the trail and prevent the people of the Empire from investigating…”

Lutt looked uncertain.

He could not let the Empire discover the plan behind this. Otherwise, the whole plan would be affected.

As for the bitter fruit of White Plains Town becoming a bleak place, he could only swallow it for the time being.

However, as long as he waited until the day he could raise his arms, he would definitely be able to make up for his losses!

He was convinced of that.

…

Somewhere in the Mutant World…

In the dark cave, people came and went. Resources were piled up like a mountain, like a stronghold.

A few people in different outfits sat in a circle around the stone table and chatted softly.

“The person sent to White Plains Town to protect the lord was killed.”

“Who did it? Is it someone from Scarlet Nation, Hein, or Byzan? Or is it an explorer from a huge financial group, or maybe even an illegal organization?”

“Neither. It seems like he was just involved in a conflict between the natives and died to a native hunter.”

“Are you sure it was the natives who killed him?”

“I’ve already checked. The murderer’s name is Jason·Wood. He was originally an ordinary person who lived in a village near White Plains Town. A few months ago, he underwent the enhancement of his blood and became a supernatural. I’ve already drawn a portrait according to the description others have provided, and am prepared to bring it back for comparison to reconfirm… We can determine this way if that this person is a true native or not.”

“Tsk, he was actually killed by a native. How embarrassing… What Super Rank is the one who died?”

“Rank 1, he’s just an artificial Super who took a genetic potion and has practiced some martial arts. He’s Marvin’s assistant… Marvin went back in the first two batches and is currently not in this world.”

“Alright, since it was done by the natives, there’s no need to interfere. Recycle the assistant’s body and enter it into the casualty list.”

“Alright.”

A few of them discussed this and quickly ended the topic. It was obvious to them that this was a small matter.

At this moment, the figure that looked like the leader knocked on the table and said in a deep voice.

“The intersection period this time is about to end. You can stop all your plans and withdraw all the people outside. Return to the various strongholds and wait to retreat from this world. Don’t go out again.”

“Understood.”

The others assented.

Someone couldn’t help but sigh.

“I wonder how long this gravitational tide will last. When the last convergence period ended, the Terra Empire had yet to be born… I wonder what this world will become when we return during the next convergence period.”