How come this arcanist is invincible?

Chapter 113 Lady Dream

In Twin Alley, the Noble Council has long prohibited the use and trade of psychedelic water.

If ordinary citizens violate the law, they may face fines, detention, or even lose their jobs.

As a major commercial city, Twin Port boasts a well-developed logistics system and is home to various chambers of commerce, making a living crucial for ordinary people.

Therefore, when the two bodies were carried off the small boat, the civilians on the deck, who had just woken up from their dreams and were still dizzy, all turned pale, and the scene was in an uproar.

"Hurry up!"

Without even asking for a refund, everyone scrambled to jump off the small boat and fled to the shore in a panic.

Nobody wants to be arrested by the sheriff, let alone lose their job.

In the blink of an eye, the crowd dispersed, and the once bustling water market was left with only the thin half-elf trader and his few companions.

They stood at the bow of the ship, their faces filled with despair.

Kane looked at the half-elf trader; the man's eyes were vacant.

He asked, "Why didn't you run away?"

The half-elf, dejected, exchanged a glance with his companion and replied in a low voice:

"Others can escape, but we can't... People die on our ship. We sell hallucinogenic drugs, many people know us, even the boatman who brought you here knows us."

He gave a wry smile. "Besides, our family lives on a nearby floating island, so we have nowhere else to go."

Kane frowned:

"The council has already explicitly prohibited it, so why are you still selling it?"

The half-elf glanced at Kane and shook his head:

"The council also prohibits the consumption of psychedelic water, but haven't you come along anyway?"

"Moreover, even if you get caught by the sheriff, usually only half of your earnings are confiscated, so you still make a profit."

His voice trailed off, "But if someone dies...that's a completely different story."

"What's the difference?"

The half-elf looked up at Kane:

"Sir, do you really not know, or are you pretending not to know?"

If a death occurs and the news gets out, both domestic and foreign chambers of commerce in Sussas will lose confidence in local security and business.

Twin Harbors have always dealt with such cases severely, often imposing the maximum penalty—either exile to the front lines to fight those Nord barbarians, or life imprisonment.

Kane suddenly realized that for ordinary Sussas civilians, Nord had become synonymous with nightmare.

He looked at the other person and calmly asked:

"If I can help you reduce some of your guilt, would you be willing to cooperate?"

Hope immediately shone in the eyes of the thin half-elf, and the others, though hesitant, also showed earnest expressions when they had no other choice.

The half-elf quickly asked, "What do you need us to do?"

"Where does the hallucinogenic water come from?"

The half-elf was taken aback: "You...you want to take over the sale yourself? But this..."

"Don't ask questions you shouldn't ask." Kane's tone turned cold. "The sheriff is almost here. Speak quickly."

The half-elf gritted his teeth: "The recipe... was given to us by a hooded woman. We're only allowed to call her 'Lady Dream.'"

"Ms. Dream?" Kane repeated, continuing to press, "What does she look like? Where does she usually go? What are her distinguishing features? How often does she contact you?"

"She comes to see us regularly... We really don't know anything more."

The half-elf group could no longer provide any useful clues.

Kane thought to himself that the person who had left in such a hurry was probably the real mastermind.

It's normal that these ordinary people are unaware of this—they are just small figures at the bottom of society, while the other party is a demon from the abyss, with plenty of ways to cover up their tracks and tamper with memories.

In the distance, several ships bearing the insignia of the Susasian elves are approaching.

The sheriff's men have arrived.

Kane thought for a moment, then prepared to turn around and go ashore.

The half-elf suddenly rushed forward and grabbed his arm, pleading, "Please don't go! I..."

"After being captured, confess everything truthfully, and then say—Mrs. Ella of the Finafenne family asked you to provide information, and you have told me everything."

Kane calmly instructed, "Don't ask or say anything else."

Seeing Kane turn to leave, the half-elf hurriedly called out, "Guest, what is your name?"

"Kate."

Kane didn't even turn his head.

"Kate" was a pseudonym he used to use.

Now that he has both human and drow forms, he has prepared two identities for each: as a drow he is called Kane, and as a human he is called Kate.

From now on, it will be more convenient whether to act covertly or to maneuver openly, and the two identities can be kept separate and not involved with each other.

Halfway there, under the effect of a disguise technique, his black hair and black eyes quietly transformed into blonde hair and blonde eyes.

He took a detour and went back, piecing together clues in his mind as he walked.

Several questions gradually emerged:

If the dream demon that possesses Theresa's body was indeed brought by the demon cult, why doesn't it use the cult's power, but instead spreads the potion itself and secretly absorbs other people's souls?

In contrast, the previous ghouls directly used sect resources to establish the Nameless Club right under the nose of the City of War, feeding on mage tower apprentices and acting with utter impunity.

Kane's mind raced as he recalled the demonic limbs he had seen when he was preparing potions at the Nameless Club.

Each time a possession potion is prepared, a portion of the demon's body part is consumed.

Clearly, not all demons are valued by the cult;

Only those with real potential will be nurtured, while those who are worthless—such as the Quassamon who are thrown into the stronghold as cannon fodder—will have their corpses recycled for medicine after they die.

The current dream demon is likely in a similar predicament.

Kane's thoughts raced, and a plan gradually took shape.

But the most urgent task is to catch the mastermind behind it all.

After nightfall, Kane reverted to his drow elf form and went to the Dark Brotherhood's tavern stronghold.

Sofia wasn't surprised to see him. She offered him drinks as usual, then tapped the table twice lightly and twice heavily—a code word used by the Brotherhood to convey information.

Kane muttered to himself about these troublesome rules, but remained outwardly calm.

He took a sip of his drink, went up the stairs on the other side to the second floor, and pushed open the door to the second room.

Inside sat a hooded figure with a slender frame, her head slightly raised in the candlelight.

Kane closed the door. The man removed his hood, revealing a head of soft, golden hair and a delicate face—it was none other than Lady Ella, whose bloodline was almost pure.

She chuckled softly, "Lord Kane, are there any results from the investigation?"

Kane frowned slightly, many thoughts racing through his mind.

The Dark Brotherhood has never been a benevolent place, and even if they keep a low profile under Sussas's rule, they are by no means safe.

As an elven noblewoman, her coming here alone inevitably raises suspicions that she may have ulterior motives.

"What's wrong?"

Mrs. Ella chuckled and stepped forward.

Kane could smell the delicate fragrance emanating from her—a perfume made from flowers and morning dew, reserved for elven nobles.

She walked up to Kane, ran her slender fingers lightly across his chest, and looked up at him with a hint of allure in her eyes.