Campione: Strongest Godslayer!-Chapter 295: Come, Come, Drink!

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Whoosh—! Whoosh—! Whoosh—!

The gale howled past Lorelei's ears, the fierce wind scraping her cheeks, causing intense pain.

Lorelei, suffering from magical backlash, struggled to open her eyes. Seeing the buildings below rapidly approaching, her expression turned grave.

Lorelei sensed the extremely depleted magical power within her body. She frowned slightly, then forcefully extracted a trace of life force, converting it into magical power.

Enduring the stabbing pain from her magic circuits, she activated cushioning magecraft.

Bang—!

A pale blue iridescent light instantly emanated from Lorelei.

Under the effect of the magecraft—the howling wind instantly slowed down. Forcefully twisting her waist, Lorelei landed in a crouching position on the rooftop of a five-story residential building.

The moment she landed, Lorelei quickly protected her head, curled her body into a ball, and rolled on the ground to mitigate the impact of the fall from high altitude—

—after mitigating the impact, she quickly got up and looked towards the sky.

Due to the recent tornado assault, the sky above the entire city of Tours was cloudless.

Therefore, Lorelei could clearly see the figures of the Canticle Brigade members, who had not yet landed, using various spells to make emergency descents.

"Seventeen people..."

With just a sweep of her eyes, Lorelei visually confirmed the number of Magi making emergency descents—she then quickly turned and went downstairs, heading towards the Canticle Brigade member closest to her.

In just a short while, Lorelei arrived beside the Canticle Brigade member who had just landed in a small alley within the city, and said calmly, "As expected, it's you—adjutant."

Due to their proximity before being swept up, Lorelei had already guessed whether the one making an emergency landing was her adjutant.

"Hah~~ Lady Barthomeloi!"

The adjutant clutched his arm—which had been scraped during the earlier emergency landing, leaned against the alley wall, and looked warily at the approaching figure.

Upon seeing it was Lorelei, he breathed a huge sigh of relief and bowed towards her.

"Adjutant, the situation is urgent. Immediately issue a magical command for all Chelon members to disperse and retreat. Rendezvous at the London Curia in seven days—"

Lorelei took out several recovery potions from her bosom, tossed them to the adjutant, and spoke gravely.

Subsequently, she leaned against the wall opposite the adjutant, took out the spare potions she carried, and continuously downed them, recovering her own strength.

"Yes!" The adjutant reached out and caught the potions, directly stuffing them into his mouth. When he sensed his magical power had mostly recovered, he quickly issued the magical command according to Lorelei's instructions.

A light blue magical sigil immediately appeared on the adjutant's right wrist.

Simultaneously, the same pattern appeared on the wrists of all Canticle Brigade members.

"All members of the Chelon, listen to orders! All disperse and retreat, confuse the enemy's vision! Rendezvous at the Clock Tower Curia in seven days!"

Canticle Brigade members scattered throughout Tours, upon receiving the magical command, immediately got up and blended into the crowds in the streets and alleys. While leaving traces to confuse pursuit, they also attempted to return to England via various sea, land, and air transportation methods available throughout France from Tours.

"I wonder how many can escape? Ten? Or twenty?" Lorelei leaned against the wall, looking at the Blue sky, her face weary.

Lorelei knew very well how difficult it was to escape the pursuit of three Dead Apostle Ancestors.

Moreover, Lorelei was most worried about the silver-haired youth who had defeated the Winds of Barthomeloi with a single blow—

She had only glanced at him roughly earlier...

Now, recalling, that youth's appearance was extremely similar to the True Magic user Kenneth had reported.

"It couldn't be such a coincidence, right? To actually run into one of the existing True Magic users?" Although she said this, Lorelei's face darkened even further.

To instantly break her ultimate secret art, and in a manner of superior suppression—apart from True Magic, she really couldn't think of any ability capable of doing this.

"Lady Barthomeloi, some team members have already encountered the Black Princess's hunt,"

The adjutant spoke gravely.

"Have them evade immediately! Hide among the crowd! Try not to use magecraft as much as possible!" Lorelei's face changed, and she quickly gave the order.

"We shouldn't stay here long. Let's withdraw."

Lorelei immediately removed her hairband, her waist-length hair falling behind her, her entire temperament instantly changing.

After a simple disguise, a fashionable young girl and a serious, stereotypical middle-aged nouveau riche man walked out of the alley.

——

A strong rhythm spread out, the bar's sound system instantly turned to maximum.

[Just beat it~~ Just beat it~]

"Hey~"

"Hah~"

A group of hot girls and bare-chested white men danced Michael Jackson's moonwalk, moving wildly.

Occasionally, some men and women's bodies would press close together while dancing, then, still dancing, they would enter the private rooms behind the bar.

The intense atmosphere inside the bar was completely out of sync with the sorrowful air on the streets of Tours, where people were dealing with the casualties caused by the sudden tornado.

"Give me another cocktail, DAMN IT!"

Lorelei, now with a single ponytail, exaggerated smoky eye makeup, wearing a black tank top that fully displayed her graceful figure, exuding the aura of a delinquent girl, yelled at the bartender.

Around her, many muscular white men, currently dancing, would occasionally cast lewd~ glances her way. But after seeing several muscular white men lying like corpses nearby, they quickly averted their gazes.

"Hey, beauty, all alone? Wanna have a drink with big brother?" A large hand landed on Lorelei's shoulder.

Lorelei turned her head slightly, looking at the large hand kneading her shoulder. A sharp glint flashed in her brown pupils. She slowly turned her head.

Haru looked at Lorelei before him with a wicked smile. The large hand originally on Lorelei's shoulder slowly moved downwards.

Lorelei's pupils contracted slightly.

Looking at Haru before her with a wicked smile, the corners of her mouth lifted slightly, and she said with a bewitching smile, "Alright~ handsome."

"Bartender, give me ten bottles of American Everclear," Haru pointed at the strongest liquor on the menu.

Lorelei's mouth twitched...

American Everclear, with an alcohol content of up to 95%, was arguably the world's strongest liquor. Even if the bar diluted it as per custom, it would still be at least 80 proof.

Without using magical power to expel the alcohol, ten bottles down, getting drunk was the only outcome.

However, Lorelei absolutely dared not use magical power, or rather, her magical power had long been hidden by her family's secret art—a secret art capable of concealing magical power even before the Wizard Marshal Zelretch.

If, in addition to the smoky makeup on her face and Haru's misbehaving hand on her waist, the opponent was highly likely not to have discovered her identity, then there was only one truth.

"Bar-hunting for a good time?" Lorelei's gaze gradually turned indifferent.

Haru pushed away the cocktail before Lorelei, handing her the Everclear. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

"Come, come, let's drink."

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