CHAPTER 571: CHAPTER 571 BAIHUA CITY

"I’ll organize a team and conduct a detailed investigation there. If they are already dead, I’ll try my best to retrieve their remains, so you can perform the summoning and carry out an exhaustive investigation. The ’Abyss Gate’ must be reclaimed."

As he said this, the figure of Zero Technique began to dissipate, turning into what resembled a sheet of translucent glass.

"Leaving so soon?" Gao Fang flashed a mouthful of golden teeth, "Since you’re here, have a drink before you go. Having a drink could help you relax during your work."

"I’ve said it many times, alcohol hinders my work. There’s a heap of other things waiting for me to do.

The Holy Maiden of the Goddess Sect also needs to be dealt with.

The Moderate Cocarlos are already en route, and I need to go there to make preparations and ensure everything is flawless.

But before that, I need to complete the investigation.

I’ll also look into the situation in the Elf Forest. The seeds planted by Compassion have vanished there, and I want to see who exactly has slightly disrupted our plans.

I also must visit the Middleman to prevent exposing his connection with us..."

The voice of Zero Technique grew fainter and finally disappeared completely within Gao Fang’s villa.

Leaning against the sofa, Gao Fang had the Ghost maid fill his wine glass with red wine once again,

"Is this the reason for a special visit? Couldn’t you have just made contact through the Shadow? Why take the trouble to come in person?"

Saying this, Gao Fang once again lifted his wine glass and gulped down the contents roughly.

The day they longed for would not be far away. His current task was to expand the number of reliable believers, after all, he was the most charming man of the Curse Sect.

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The Capital of Wansheng Country was named Baihua City.

In springtime, this city would bloom with countless exotic and rare flowers vying for beauty, attracting flower lovers from across the country to come and marvel, which is how Baihua City got its name.

It was now the end of autumn, and there were not many flowers left to see. Nevertheless, the blooming autumn chrysanthemums of various forms in Baihua City did not affect the leisurely visitors who came to enjoy their beauty.

Even during wartime, the number of visitors had not decreased compared to previous years.

Wansheng Country practiced a volunteer recruitment system and did not force all healthy Sub-humans to participate in battle.

Thus, to gather enough soldiers, they had to rely heavily on dedicated propaganda.

For the past seven years, the propaganda department had been extremely active, taking personal action, traveling to the countryside, and explaining the significance of this war to everyone, describing what lay in store for Wansheng Country after defeat, and what kind of treatment they, as Sub-humans, might endure.

Initially, many Sub-human Races were indifferent to the war, considering it just minor skirmishes between two countries, but once they realized the seriousness of the issue, the enthusiasm for enlistment soared to unprecedented heights, leading to situations where recruitment was overwhelmed with applicants.

Countless members of the Sub-human Races were willing to help their nation in times of crisis; this had become an era where everybody was a soldier.

After seven years of relentless effort, most of the Sub-human Races living in Wansheng Country had united just as they had over three hundred years ago to protect the homeland they all shared.

As a price for the propaganda, the Human race had been demonized, with endless legendary tales emerging.

Just like how humans, as a species, eat anything and everything, they especially love to eat the hair of sub-humans, then spit out hairballs, storing them like treasures. Or, for example, humans are extremely cruel; there have been cases where someone, in a fit of extreme anger, dived into the sea to chase a shark and bit it wildly, biting off the shark’s fins and gills, ultimately causing the shark to drown in the sea.

On the sub-human side, they consider humans to be the most barbaric race. Whenever humans are mentioned, the air is filled with disdain.

As such, many sub-humans have a definitive attitude toward humans: they prefer to bite before being bitten by humans.

What many people don’t know is that just about ten years ago, sub-humans and humans were able to trade with each other in a friendly relationship.

Exchanging various technologies and trading different specialties were the norm between the two nations.

On his way to Baihua City, Yang Yu deliberately avoided numerous towns and took more than a week to arrive at Baihua City.

Along the way, Yang Yu conveniently dyed his hair in multicolors and put on a mask, leaving only his mouth exposed. He also casually wrapped thorns around half of his body to disguise himself as an ordinary member of the Plant Clan.

There was only one Race Disguise Necklace, and Yang Yu decided to leave it with Bai Jin since the less likely Bai Jin was to be exposed while the movements of the Curse Sect were unclear, the better.

As for Iyas, the Curse Sect likely had information on Yang Yu when he was in Chuanyang City, and there was nothing involving Iyas. The members of the Curse Sect who knew Iyas was with them had mostly been cleared out, so Iyas should be safer than imagined.

As for Lotcar, Yang Yu heard that Kai Bu had sent many of his friends to the front lines. Each member of the Silver Teeth Clan’s giant wolf form was slightly different, but it was very difficult to recognize which silver wolf was who without seeing the true form of a Silver Wolf.

The ones who cursed Lotcar were also part of the group from Tu Jing, and they too had been wiped out, so the chances of Lotcar’s identity being discovered were also smaller.

The difficult one was only Yang Yu himself.

Apart from his appearance, Yang Yu also constantly tried to cover up the human scent on his body.

Lotcar shook his head at Yang Yu time and time again, indicating that no matter how strong the scent, the human odor on Yang Yu couldn’t be shaken off. Trying too hard to conceal his own scent, resulting in an even heavier odor, would only make him more conspicuous, putting the cart before the horse.

After some thought, Yang Yu finally decided not to apply any perfume or anything else to himself.

As the saying goes, "The noble man is open and serene; the petty man is forever full of worry."

Always trying to cover something up would only lead to being discovered faster. Yang Yu decided not to worry about the scent on his body and simply changed his visual appearance to that of a classic flamboyant hairstyle.

In Baihua City, a city full of Beastmen, even if an odd scent occasionally appeared, it should be ignored.

Even if someone did smell the scent on Yang Yu, most would probably think, "This is the capital of the Beastmen; it would be suicidal for a human to come here," and thus ignore it.

What truly warranted caution were the sub-humans who became curious and approached to strike up a conversation.

They were deeply curious about the human scent on Yang Yu’s body, and he needed to find a convincing excuse to pass muster.

Upon reaching Baihua City, although there were many soldiers guarding the gates, each soldier just watched, allowing sub-humans to come and go freely in the city.

Just by using their noses, these guards could tell what the cargo in the vehicles was roughly, so there wasn’t much inspection.

Yang Yu followed behind a carriage transporting apples, moving step by step toward the gates of Baihua City.

Along the way, he saw many sub-humans who looked like adventurers. These sub-humans, carrying their spoils, approached the guards chatting and laughing, exchanged a casual greeting, then entered Baihua City.

Adventure seemed to have some kind of privilege here.