Chapter 28: Conflict on Butcher’s Bridge
Beneath Bilgewater’s Butcher’s Bridge, inside a dark and damp wooden house, a roguish-looking man was hanging upside down from the ceiling.
Not far from him, a young woman with fiery red hair was playing with the spoils she had just obtained, a deck of cards.
"Nicely done, Captain. You finally caught me."
The man hanging upside down did not seem panicked at all. His tone remained relaxed and carefree.
"Don’t flatter yourself. I’m fishing for a bigger prize. Your partner."
The red-haired woman glanced at him from the corner of her eyes and chuckled.
This was her deal with the sea witch. Capture two people in exchange for her subordinates.
Boom!
Something unexpected happened.
The moment the red-haired woman finished speaking, the roof of the wooden house suddenly collapsed, and several people abruptly fell in from above.
"Damn it. I already gave the order that no one else was allowed near this place."
Seeing this, a flash of anger passed through the red-haired woman’s eyes, and she instinctively drew the twin pistols at her waist.
But in the next second, the red-haired woman put her weapons away and muttered, "Foreign mages?"
"Thank you, Master Ancient One."
Coulson was still shaken. He had not expected them to appear in midair and had almost thought he was about to fall straight to his death.
"It is nothing."
The Ancient One dispersed the Shield of the Seraphim in her hand and looked toward the room’s original owner.
"This sticky air... Are we by the sea?"
Orion Cross lifted his foot in slight disgust and glanced at the mold stains on the ground. "I was planning to find somewhere comfortable to begin. I didn’t expect to end up in such a damned place."
"Looks like another mage who messed around with teleportation magic. So, what are you planning to do with them?"
The man hanging upside down smiled as he asked the red-haired woman, acting nothing like a prisoner.
"The door is over there."
The red-haired woman took a deep breath, pointed at the door, and spoke to Orion Cross’s group.
"So this is the mercy of Bilgewater’s empress? How hilarious. Why not let me go too?"
The man hanging upside down opened his mouth to mock her again, but this time, the red-haired woman ignored him.
"Thank you."
The Ancient One nodded at the red-haired woman, then looked at Orion Cross.
In this world, Orion Cross was naturally the one leading them.
Orion Cross shrugged and walked toward the door. "Then let’s go. We’ll find a place so I can first..."
Bang!
The door was kicked to pieces from the outside.
"I’m done. Can people stop interrupting me?"
Orion Cross helplessly patted the wood chips off his body and spoke.
The instant Orion Cross arrived in this world, the contract of Hyperdimensional Magic had already automatically entered its preparation stage.
It was bad enough that the environment was terrible, but now someone had come to interrupt him too.
Did they not know that splitting one’s attention too many ways would seriously interfere with efficiency?
Especially when what Orion Cross was doing right now was a major matter that allowed no mistakes.
"Let him go, and nobody gets hurt!"
The bearded man who had broken in held a massive shotgun aimed at Orion Cross and shouted loudly.
"You people keep fighting. John Doe, move aside. We’re leaving."
Orion Cross patted the barrel in front of him and spoke to the bearded man.
"My name isn’t John Doe. And..."
Graves the Outlaw blocked Orion Cross’s path with a domineering expression. "Don’t even think about going to find reinforcements."
"Oh, Graves, you idiot! They’re not with her!"
Twisted Fate, the Card Master hanging from the ceiling, helplessly covered his face.
Originally, this had been a one-on-one situation, or even a two-on-one advantage. In an instant, it had turned into six against two, if those two children counted.
"Is that so?"
Graves froze, then frowned and was about to put away his gun and move aside.
"That’s right. We’re not together."
Miss Fortune shook out her fiery red hair, then suddenly turned her head and secretly threw Orion Cross a flirtatious wink.
And she deliberately let Twisted Fate, who was hanging nearby, see that scene.
"Wait! Graves, stop them!"
Twisted Fate instantly imagined a whole chain of events in his mind.
The man in front of him had to be the old lover of Bilgewater’s empress. After learning teleportation magic, he had specially come to find her.
Just now, the two of them had deliberately pretended not to know each other so he and his group could leave and call for help.
"Hold on. Which one of your lines am I supposed to listen to?"
Graves was completely confused. One moment, Twisted Fate told him to let them go. The next, he told him to stop them. What did he mean?
"So troublesome."
Starlight flashed across Orion Cross’s body, and a shield appeared in his hand. With a backhand swing, he smashed it into Graves’s head while the man was still dazed.
Clang!
Thud.
The poor Outlaw collapsed at the doorway without even firing a shot.
"As compensation for me taking action, a few clean rooms shouldn’t be a problem, right?"
Orion Cross turned his head and glanced at Miss Fortune as he spoke.
"Of course not. All your expenses in Bilgewater can be placed on my account."
Miss Fortune took out a rope from behind her, stepped forward, tied up the unconscious Graves on the ground, and threw him to the side. "If you’re in a hurry to rest, there are several dry rooms upstairs."
"Fine."
Hearing this, Orion Cross immediately turned and went upstairs.
The Hyperdimensional Magic contract had already reached its critical point. Especially after he transformed into the War Aspect, its progress suddenly increased by a large margin.
Very soon, the control over the crown on Aurelion Sol the Star Forger’s head would fall into his hands.