From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Chapter 1522: 687 Passerby_1 Chapter 1522: 687 Passerby_1 Anton Cook has been staying in Percival for over a month.

He has come to understand the customs and practices of the country.

It was about time he took his leave.

In front of him stood a young lady cloaked in a black cape, her face hidden behind a fox mask.

Despite the vibrantly colored night surrounding them, her mysterious presence seemed striking, yet always out of reach.

He found himself clenching and unclenching his hand, feeling the cool night air brush past his fingertips.

A hint of her warmth lingered with him.

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He was unable to decipher the expression behind her mask, but he was certain that her face remained unchanged.

To her, he was just another vaguely familiar stranger.

It seemed as if everyone in the world was merely a passerby to her.

“Safe travels,” she said.

Her voice was calm, pleasantly serene against the backdrop of the evening.

From a distance, the sound of turmoil grew louder and closer, with intermittent screams of terror.

Suddenly, a powerful tide of people surged forth.

Everything was happening so fast; by the time Aubree Groove could react, it was already too late.

A large hand gripped her waist and the world spun around her as her forehead collided with a firm chest.

A familiar scent once again filled her lungs.

“Mmm…” Overwhelmed by the substantial wave of alarmed people towards them, his hand on her waist tightened slightly.

Through her thin clothing, she could feel the heat radiating from his skin, sending ripples across her heart.

Feeling chaos swirling around them like a gale, he shielded her from all harm with his back while providing her a warm haven against his chest.

“You’re insane.” For once, ripples appeared on her usually unruffled demeanor.

Anton Cook picked her up and, along with the rush of people, made his way out.

His breathing fell heavily on her ears, erratically changing in pace.

“I would only go crazy if anything happened to you.”

“Let me go, I can walk on my own,” Aubree protested but soon realized that the situation had spiraled beyond her control.

People were pushing against both sides of Anton Cook.

Had she stepped away, she would have been swept off her feet.

It was indeed the wisest option to remain in his embrace.

Aubree peered around from Anton’s shoulder, taking in their surroundings.

Due to the evening ball, the Central Square was teeming with people.

In order to prevent any incidents, the forbidden army assigned a team to maintain order.

Still, it seemed that chaos had ensued.

“Bomb!

There’s a bomb…

everyone, run!” Aubree heard panicked cries from the crowd.

The seriousness of the situation caused a chill to run down her spine.

If a blast were to occur among such a densely packed crowd, the aftermath would be unthinkable.

Without hesitation, she rose from Anton Cook’s embrace, leaped into the air, and smoothly alighted on Anton’s shoulder.

In the face of his surprise, she rushed off like a gust of wind.

Clad in her black cloak, Aubree moved swiftly and almost invisibly through the crowd.

Everyone was too busy escaping to notice someone darting over their heads.

By the time they reacted, she had already disappeared.

She swiftly made her way to the central podium.

“Everyone, don’t panic, listen to me,” she ordered.

Her chilling voice echoed clearly in everyone’s ears, causing the fleeing crowd to halt in their tracks and turn around.

There, on the podium, stood the young lady, her black and white robes billowing around her, radiating an aura of celestial charm.

She pulled off her hood and removed her mask.

The beauty that was revealed seemed to make the dim night shine brighter.

“It’s the Saintess…”

After a collective gasp, the crowd prostrated in reverence, chanting ‘Saintess’ in a chorus that echoed long after the words were spoken.

Such was the power of faith.

“There are no bombs here.

It is merely the deceitful work of some to create chaos for their unspeakable goals.

Justice shall prevail, and perpetrators of chaos will certainly face divine punishment.”

The Saintess had spoken, and everyone let out a sigh of relief.

A cold sweat broke over them, as they realized how close they had come to catastrophe.

“Who dares to cause turmoil under the watch of the Saintess?

They truly deserve the worst.”

Voices of anger and frustration emanated from the crowd.

Unmoved, the Saintess scanned the assembly.

Her no-nonsense gaze seemed to freeze the crowd in place, none daring to meet her eyes.

She raised her long sleeved robe, and in a flash of cold light, a man was lifted forcefully from the crowd and dropped onto the ground beneath the high platform.

The man looked bewildered, struggling to free himself from the ropes that restrained him.

It was a futile effort.

His face turned furious as he lifted his face to the girl on the platform.

“I am but a commoner, what are you accusing me of?”

“Saintess…” Deonte Basil ran through the crowd, his face filled with anxiety.

Relief washed over him, seeing that the Saintess was unharmed.

Had anything happened to her, it would have been a great sin.

“If you confess your crimes now, I may be able to save you.

If not, who am I to pardon a chaos instigator like you?”

The saintess’s cold voice carried an inherent authority.

Everyone had seen the saintess as sacred and gentle, but no one had ever seen this stern and sharp side of her, causing a shock among the crowd.

However, it has to be said that such a saintess possessed a stronger deterrent feel, which instilled deep respect in people’s hearts.

The man’s face froze, and he snorted coldly, “Even if you are the saintess, you can’t arbitrarily accuse me, I am innocent.”

“Is that so?”

The lingering tone was inexplicably terrifying.

Deonte Basil astutely stepped forward, grabbed the man’s throat, and quickly tapped a few points on the man’s neck with the other hand.

The man trembled, his intelligent gaze turned dull, and suddenly he shouted, “I’ll talk, I will say everything.”

Deonte Basil curled his lips.

The Vermilion Division had thousands of ways to interrogate criminals, and numbing the nerves to make them spill the truth was just a trivial trick.

Just as the man was about to speak, his eyes bulged out and he fell to the ground.

This scene shocked everyone.

Deonte Basil immediately checked his breath and his face grew grave.

The man was dead.

The calm crowd instantly became restless, but due to the saintess’s suppression, it remained relatively steady.

Everyone could not see the saintess’s face on the high platform and felt that an ordinary night had become fraught with danger.

Unconsciously, perhaps the days of Percival were about to change.

Whether it was a blessing or a curse, for everyone, it was all unknown.

At this moment, the White Tiger led the Silver Armor Guard to arrive.

“I will give everyone an explanation for today’s events.

This place is not suitable for a long stay, everyone, please return home swiftly.”

As the saintess’s words fell, the Silver Armor Guard, clad in silver armor and wielding long spears, entered the crowd and began to disperse the people in an orderly fashion

The people obeyed and didn’t dare to linger, all rushing home without stopping.

Aubree Groove walked over to the man, and Deonte Basil hung his head in shame.

He seemed to have messed things up again.

Aubree Groove glanced at the man’s purple and blue face: “He was poisoned.”

Deonte Basil abruptly looked up: “What exactly are the people behind this trying to do?”

Aubree Groove looked around.

The people had gradually dispersed, leaving only the last batch.

The large Central Square was left empty, the Forbidden Army was stationed at the perimeter, far less disciplined than the Silver Armor Guard.

Aubree Groove thought carefully with a furrowed brow.

Just then, a sudden change occurred.

The last batch of departing people suddenly turned around, each revealing weapons from their hands, and launched an attack in Aubree Groove’s direction.

In the era of hot weapons, no fortress could resist the power of bullets.

These bullets grazed past Aubree Groove’s temples.

Among the dense bullets, not a single one hit her.

“Saintess…” Deonte Basil was hit in the right arm by a bullet, and tried his best to dodge amidst the hail of bullets.

“Remember what I once said.”

Of course, Deonte Basil remembered.

The saintess had said that when danger occurred, he must take care of himself first.

But as a subordinate, he felt he was too derelict in his duty, and at this moment, felt deeply guilty for his own lack of strength.

“They are aiming at me, they won’t hurt me, let’s see their next move.”

In the blink of an eye, a group of people came up close.

The leading person looked at Aubree Groove with a surprised glance.

Keeping her composure amidst the hail of bullets was truly impressive.

He quickly grabbed Aubree Groove’s shoulder without any courtesies, “Sorry, saintess.”

As soon as the words were spoken, he fled under the cover of his men.

The Forbidden Army at the periphery did not hinder them at all.

Aubree Groove understood, these Forbidden Army had been colluded with earlier, otherwise, a riot could not have easily broken out at the scene.

When White Tiger arrived, it was already too late.

His face was ashen, and he gritted his teeth, “Pursue!

If anything happens to the saintess, none of us can bear the responsibility.”