Gatekeeper Of All Realms Chapter 142

Blood-sucking doll…

Shen Ye’s eyelids twitched.

Is it because I said that after I was harmed, my brothers would come for revenge, which is somewhat like the story of Calabash Brothers, so I got the term “blood-sucking doll”?

It’s truly speechless.

Forget it, there are no Earthlings here anyway.

No one knows.

So it’s not embarrassing.

Shen Ye grinned and slowly said:

“Brother Kevin, are you going to publicly assault a courtesan? Or can you tell me what great crime this courtesan has committed?”

“My people are missing,” Kevin said.

“What does that have to do with me?” Shen Ye said.

“You just—”

Shen Ye interrupted him and directly shouted, “I just got back here, and someone wanted to clean. I opened the door, was talking, and then you came—damn it, if you want to kill me, don’t make so many excuses, come on, let’s see who dies here!”

His voice grew louder and louder, his emotions became more and more agitated, and at the end, he took a step forward, head to head with Kevin.

A life-and-death struggle was about to erupt.

Suddenly, a voice sounded from outside the door:

“Mr. Baxter, your friend said you wanted your room cleaned—do you have any suggestions for our hygiene?”

Before the words finished, a plump, middle-aged male zombie appeared at the doorway.

He looked at the scene in the room and was stunned.

Shen Ye was also stunned.

“My friend? Who?” he subconsciously asked.

“It was two pale assassins. They said you wanted the room cleaned and asked us to send someone immediately,” the plump middle-aged zombie stammered.

Shen Ye suddenly understood.

“Ha, Brother Kevin, you’re really something… took my money and then sent people to cause me trouble.”

Kevin said, “You killed them.”

“Me? A courtesan? With what weapon? Where are the bodies? Where’s the blood? Where are the damn signs of a fight?” Shen Ye sneered.

Kevin was silent for a moment, then spoke, “That’s why I need to arrest you, this is for—”

A female voice suddenly sounded, interrupting him:

“I’m afraid you won’t get your way, dog Kevin.”

Everyone turned their heads to see a slender girl with long hair draped over her shoulders sitting on the windowsill.

No one knew when she arrived, but there was an indescribable loathing in her expression as she stared at Kevin.

“You dare to tell me what to do? Lily, you’re just a dancer. Although respected, you have no real power,” Kevin said.

“And you’re obstructing my duty, just for that, I can—”

Kevin suddenly disappeared, then reappeared in front of Lily, his dagger already thrust out.

Lily gently parted her red lips and slowly said:

“The Earl asked me to deliver a message.”

The dagger stopped by her neck.

Her lips curved slightly, revealing a hint of mockery, and she continued:

“‘I am very interested in the performance of your new chief courtesan, Lily. It’s tough on you to make the trip, please ask him to come to the manor beforehand to see me’—those are the Earl’s exact words.”

“Kevin, you shameless scoundrel, how dare you defy the Earl?”

The dagger slowly lowered.

“Since it is the Earl’s request, I shall obey,” Kevin said expressionlessly, retreating aside.

Lily snorted, her eyes like knives as she stared at Kevin.

Kevin looked at her, then at Shen Ye’s murderous face, thought for a moment, then retreated a few steps backward, bowed, and said:

“Please, honored guest of the Earl.”

Only then did Lily withdraw her gaze and extend her hand to Shen Ye.

“Come with me, Baxter, no need to bother with this clown. Perhaps one morning, its corpse will appear in the gutter.”

“You’re right.” Shen Ye took her hand.

Lily whispered, “World-traversing pháp giới.”

In an instant.

The two vanished from the spot.

In the room, Kevin, the zombie beauty, and the plump middle-aged zombie remained.

Kevin turned and left, disappearing soon after.

The plump middle-aged zombie had no choice but to ask the zombie beauty who was cleaning the room:

“What exactly just happened?”

The zombie beauty hadn’t quite recovered, muttering, “He’s a courtesan? He’s a courtesan?”

The plump middle-aged zombie chimed in, “That’s right, he has a rose emblem on his chest, so he must be a courtesan from the Night Rose Troupe—”

“And he also has the Earl’s emblem, which is extraordinary. Didn’t you hear, the Earl wants to see him.”

“So what exactly just happened?”

The zombie beauty froze, like a wooden puppet, not reacting for a long time.

Just now—

She seemed to have missed an extremely important turning point in her destiny.

…

In the法界.

Shen Ye landed in a carriage.

Ms. Daisy sat opposite him, applying lipstick while looking in a mirror.

“Baxter, this is Lily the dancer. You are both very talented children, and the Earl wants to see you—I’m taking you all to the manor now.”

“Remember, be cautious with your words and actions.”

“Yes,” Shen Ye and Lily said in unison.

The carriage began to move.

Through the window, Shen Ye saw endless tombs outside.

…Is this the法界of the Undead Empire?

A thread of doubt flashed in Shen Ye’s eyes.

He had encountered a blind spot in his knowledge—

Is the法界the法界of all worlds, or does each world have its own unique法界?

If he could travel within the法界…

Wouldn’t he be able to return to his main world?

Quite strange.

Lost in thought, the carriage unknowingly stopped before a river.

On the opposite bank stood a magnificent cluster of castles.

Teams of well-equipped skeleton soldiers patrolled in front of the castle, and on the black castle walls, black monsters crawled, barely discernible without careful observation.

A fire giant serpent coiled on the castle’s bell tower, overlooking all activities below.

The carriage door opened.

A werewolf, wearing heavy armor and exhaling white mist, stood at the carriage door and said in a low voice:

“Good afternoon, Madam Daisy.”

“General Andre, you are personally guarding here?” Ms. Daisy’s tone was somewhat surprised.

“After all, there is a diplomatic delegation—this is my duty,” the werewolf said.

“You’ve worked hard, here is my pass.” Ms. Daisy handed over a document along with a small pouch.

The document was quickly returned.

The small pouch was gone.

“Be careful, the Earl is not in a very good mood today,” the werewolf Andre whispered.

“What is it because of? The skill breakthrough, or the diplomatic delegation?” Ms. Daisy asked.

“The diplomatic delegation—please be careful of those orcs, they’re making the Earl almost unable to suppress his killing intent.” Andre said.

“What do I need to do?”

“Competition—several famous song and dance troupes, the Earl wants to choose one from them.”

“Thank you.”

The conversation ended quickly and efficiently.

The werewolf closed the carriage door, stood outside, and waved to the other side of the river.

“Clear the way.”

He shouted loudly.

A series of vibrating sounds, made by metal mechanisms in motion, rang out.

The drawbridge was lowered.

The carriage successfully crossed the drawbridge, passed through the seven to eight-meter-high castle gate, and was led by a skeletal vulture toward a parking spot.

Twenty minutes later.

Deep within the Demon Shadow Manor.

The banquet hall.

Sausages, cakes, macaroni, ham, roasted chicken, smoked meat, and steak piled up on the long dining table, like a continuous mountain range.

Several brown-green skinned, sturdy and muscular, two-meter-tall humanoid beings sat around the dining table.

They devoured their food ravenously, without stopping for a moment.

It looked as though they were afraid of eating less than others.

—Orcs!

These were members of the Orc delegation, arranged here for their meal.

When Shen Ye entered, he happened upon this scene.

“Haven’t they eaten? Why are they like hungry ghosts reincarnated?”

Ms. Daisy whispered.

“They’ve been eating for two hours, they should be stopping soon,” a guard quietly said.

Daisy shook her head and led Shen Ye and Lily to the other end of the banquet hall, where they sat on a large sofa.

The three of them covered their noses.

—Orcs had a strong body odor that was suffocating.

Only priests and a few orcs blessed by the earth did not have this smell.

Such orcs were also easy to identify—

Their words and actions were more proper, their minds brighter, and they had more emotional intelligence.

There were seven or eight undead sitting here, including pale-skinned, ethereal banshees, as well as snow demons like Freg, dark elves, liches, and so on.

Each was silent, all looking at a battle-axe.

“—This is the Earl’s advisory team.”

Lily whispered to Shen Ye.

Shen Ye did not look at these undead beings.

His gaze was also fixed on the battle-axe radiating a red glow.

A faint light condensed beside the battle-axe:

“Fire Howl.”

“Standard issue battle-axe for combat soldiers.”

“Blue excellent quality.”

“Description: Infused with the power of flame, it can release surging flames in battle, increasing its chopping power several times, and sometimes even resisting cavalry charges.”

Shen Ye’s heart skipped a beat.

No.

This was too wrong.

Although he came from another world, he had also spent some time on the battlefield, witnessing human, elf, and undead troop types and weapons.

—Blue quality weapons were extremely rare.

Often, only high-ranking generals or powerful special units like assassins and archmages could wield a blue quality weapon.

Yet here was a blue quality soldier’s battle-axe?

Who would expend such great effort to forge a soldier’s battle-axe and even raise its grade to blue?