Lord of The Mysterious Realms Chapter 645

"Fine, fine, I understand. If we start a fight and disturb our superiors, it'll do more harm than good. But you have to get this stuff to Number 13 before dawn, or we'll all be in deep trouble."

With that, the dwarf dropped the rope he was holding onto the snow. He glanced at the flower in the man's hand and began backing away. Once he reached what he considered a safe distance, he spun around and bolted into the distance.

A smirk touched Jenkins's lips before his expression smoothed back into a lifeless mask. He ceased conjuring red blood from thin air and walked over to the sled, setting aside the Unshadowed Lamp and the rose crafted from the Flower Seller's enamel doll.

"Let's see what we have here."

He poked at the packages, then used a small knife to slice open the seal on one of them.

Seeing the chunks of flesh inside, his resolve hardened. He had to wipe every last one of them out.

Pulling the sled into the shadow of the building, his body began to change with rapid, frequent shifts, like a flickering slide show. It was as if countless individuals were superimposed on one another, the eye unable to capture a clear image of who stood there at any given moment.

When the transformation ceased, a plain-looking boy with a build similar to the dwarf's stood in his place. Though their faces were vastly different, Jenkins only needed the resemblance in physique.

He thought, rummaging through a hidden pocket for a change of clothes. He had seen this dwarf in the huntress's report before the operation began. The dwarf and another man often made deliveries at night, so Jenkins had a general idea of how they dressed.

According to the huntress's intelligence, four people resided long-term at 13 Hammerhead Street. But based on Jenkins's current observations, her intel was flawed. In reality, there were three Enchanters and four infected individuals.

This raised an interesting question. Aside from the two pure-blood vampires, Jenkins couldn't imagine any other Enchanters living here.

But no matter what, the plan had to proceed. Of the seven occupants, two were on the first floor, both of them infected. The second floor housed the level 7 Enchanter vampire Jenkins had previously wounded, along with two more infected. The remaining demigod and the level 2 Enchanter were in the attic, and the target mirror was on the demigod.

He thought to himself, pulling a black hat onto his head before dragging the sled forward.

He strode up the steps, stood before the apartment, and knocked on the door. Through his Eye of Reality, he could clearly see the positions of all the beings inside. The one coming to answer was an infected vampire sitting in the living room.

"You're a little late today."

Opening the door, he grumbled while glancing at the shadow on the ground, but he noticed nothing out of the ordinary. He stood on his tiptoes to peer over the dwarf's shoulder, saw the supplies left at the foot of the steps, and asked quizzically:

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"Because I didn't know I was supposed to go to the back door..."

A swift, powerful hand clamped over the man's mouth while the other struck his throat. Jenkins then pulled the man into an embrace and, with a sharp, forceful twist, snapped his neck without drawing a drop of blood.

Jenkins couldn't use a blade, as vampires were extremely sensitive to the scent of blood. If not for the foul stench of the polluted air clinging to him, he would have been discovered the instant the door opened. In that respect, the dense fog wasn't entirely a bad thing.

"Well, this is a problem. I planned to sneak in, but I failed at the first step. The huntress's report never mentioned the back door..."

After all, for the sake of security, his commission for the investigation hadn't included observing the daily routines of the building's occupants.

Jenkins placed the man's body outside and quickly shut the door. After scanning the layout of the room, he activated [Cat's Grace] and darted inside, his movements nearly silent. The layout of such a street-side apartment was easy enough to research; Earl Hersha could procure the blueprints from City Hall.

The space inside was just as he'd expected. He moved past the staircase, crossed the living room, and paused at the kitchen door, holding his breath for a few seconds. Sure enough, he heard footsteps approaching.

The second person on the first floor had clearly been drawn by the commotion at the entrance. The conversation had ended abruptly, followed by the sound of the door closing. Unsure if there was a problem, he decided to come out and investigate.

He had no time to react. The moment he stepped through the kitchen doorway, a hand shot out from the side and clamped over his mouth. He swung the cleaver in his right hand wildly, but to his shock, his attacker evaded it with a seemingly impossible sidestep.

"That's two. Four to go."

As he thought this, he carried the corpse back into the kitchen and then jumped with it through the window to the outside. The body was tossed onto a trash heap in the alley, and Jenkins, nimble as a cat, vaulted back inside.

"What was that just now?"

A voice called down from the second floor.

"It was nothing! The delivery guy was late!"

He called back in a high-pitched voice. The explanation was flimsy and the voice was all wrong, yet the person upstairs showed no suspicion.

This was the power of his Lie Godhood. Once a week, any living being would unconditionally believe two of his lies—even a non-human demigod was no exception.

He waited in silence for several seconds, confirming there were no strange noises from above before slipping out of the house through the window.

There was no snow tonight, but the draft whistling through the alley was still bone-chilling. Like a cat, Jenkins scaled the steam pipes clinging to the exterior wall, quickly reaching the second-floor hallway window.

The curtains were drawn tight, obscuring the view inside. He reached out to push the window but found it locked from within.

Of course, he had anticipated this.

From the very beginning of this operation, Jenkins had never considered the possibility of failure. With two drops of divinity at his disposal, no one in the city could stop him. His only concern was to avoid causing a major disturbance, and divinity was a resource best conserved.

He thought to himself, glancing back at the rooftop of the building behind him where Chocolate was watching. He made a quick hand signal, and the cat immediately leaped from the building, heading off to notify Alexia, who was waiting for news nearby.

The first plan, based on the preliminary intelligence, was for Jenkins to infiltrate the house, seriously injure one of the vampires, and then feign retreat to lure the other away. Alexia, positioned at a distance, would then temporarily suppress the pursuer while Jenkins doubled back to finish off the wounded one. He had meticulously arranged this audacious plan, accounting for numerous possible variables, but the very first step—the infiltration—had already failed.

It didn't matter. No matter how many unexpected events occurred, there was absolutely no possibility of failure tonight. His mind was made up.