Ankh couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. They were back so soon?
Was this person planning to make his move?
Seeing the person at the door about to enter, he quickly flipped and jumped up, using reverse gravity to stand steadily on the ceiling.
He also used magic to make himself completely transparent, observing with peace of mind.
The door was gently pushed open from the outside. A very ordinary-looking man furtively glanced around the room twice, then ushered another person inside.
Two people were welcomed in by the man: one was a solemn-faced man in uniform. Although he wore eyeglasses and appeared refined, the arrogant aura about him showed that he was not easy to get along with.
The other person was a strikingly Beautiful Woman. Although her face was like a peach blossom and the smile on her lips carried a hint of mockery, she was still captivating and didn't seem like a good person either.
So that's it. Just like Ankh and Mirajane, they were also a pair pretending to be a couple to get in.
The Beautiful Woman, wearing an exaggerated and heavy gown, covered her nose in disgust and said in a saccharine voice, "So dirty! Let's just finish this quickly and leave."
The Eyeglasses Man snorted, gave the Beautiful Woman a displeased look, then said to the man, "You weren't discovered, were you?"
The man hesitated, shook his head, and stammered, "There was a slight accident..."
Under the lenses, his sharp, hawk-like pupils constricted. A hidden killing intent flashed in the Eyeglasses Man's eyes. The man, terrified, immediately knelt on the ground and said urgently,
"Although my tracks were noticed, they didn't dare to enter here. As long as the two esteemed Mages take the blueprints away without anyone knowing, I will absolutely not implicate the Cult!"
Ankh, suspended on the ceiling, his eyes turned cold. That person just mentioned the Cult.
Could it be the White Devil Cult again? How did he run into them again?
The Beautiful Woman sighed delicately, complaining, "If it weren't for the Cult's precious Satan Soul going missing, which made the Cult Leader lose his mind, why would we be assigned to this trivial matter?"
The Eyeglasses Man glared fiercely at the Beautiful Woman, reprimanding her, "How dare you secretly malign the Cult Leader's decision?!"
The Beautiful Woman gave a cold laugh, completely ignoring the enraged Eyeglasses Man. The man, watching his two leaders argue, was too scared to even breathe.
Ankh almost couldn't help but laugh out loud. The way these two interacted was quite interesting.
When they first entered the room, Ankh clearly saw the Eyeglasses Man silently holding up the hem of the woman's gown for her. After he reprimanded her just now, the Beautiful Woman seemed indifferent, but a hint of grievance appeared on her face.
Although these two seemed to be at odds, who knows, perhaps the Old Man Under the Moon has already tied a red thread between them... Ankh gossiped a little above their heads, then continued to listen to the three of them talk.
Seeing that the two organizational leaders had nothing more to say, the man quickly interjected, "Esteemed Mages, let me give you the item first."
The Beautiful Woman turned her head away without speaking. The Eyeglasses Man stared at the man meticulously and nodded.
The man quickly squatted down and fumbled under the bed, but after a long struggle, he found nothing... As time passed, the man anxiously stuck his head under the bed, then rummaged through boxes and cabinets, but still couldn't find any trace of the blueprints.
The Beautiful Woman seemed to have noticed something amiss. Her beautiful eyes flashed with fierce light, and she chuckled, "Boy, you wouldn't... be playing us for fools, would you?!"
The man's face suddenly turned ashen, and he immediately knelt on the ground, begging for mercy, "Your subordinate wouldn't dare, Esteemed Mage!"
Just as the two were about to angrily reprimand him, a calm voice sounded from behind them:
"You, you must be from the White Devil Cult, right?"
The Eyeglasses Man was suddenly startled. He quickly shielded the two behind him, staring at Ankh, who had appeared behind them at some point, and asked in horror, "Who are you?!"
Ankh looked at them with a fake smile, raised his arm to show his emblem, and said, "A Mage of Fairy Tail. This shouldn't be our first encounter."
Upon hearing this, the Eyeglasses Man instantly realized something and, looking at Ankh in horror, exclaimed, "You're that Mage who messed up the last mission!"
Ankh stretched his neck, extended his arms, and smiled sinisterly, "Too much nonsense!"
Seeing magic circles light up in Ankh's hands, the Eyeglasses Man quickly shouted to the two behind him, "Hurry and leave, this person's magic power is not simple!"
The Beautiful Woman's eyes narrowed, and she nodded slightly. The man reacted quickly, scrambling to the door, throwing it open, and running outside.
"Bang!"
Before he could even step out of the room, a demonic claw, as if reaching out from the underworld, fiercely appeared from outside the door, swatting the man away with a single blow.
Mirajane, who had been disheveled early in the morning, was now fully dressed in a capable, tight-fitting outfit that perfectly accentuated her alluring curves, easily drawing people into endless fantasies.
After she got out of bed, she saw the note Ankh had left for her, found the address, and came chasing after him. As soon as she entered the door, she saw someone trying to escape.
Mirajane arrogantly raised her arm, looked disdainfully at the man who had been knocked flying inside the room, and sneered, "Trash!"
The Beautiful Woman frowned slightly, and the Eyeglasses Man also looked at the two with some difficulty.
These guys from the legitimate guild had clearly been targeting their subordinates all along.
Damn it, that bastard who was more trouble than he was worth!
Ankh looked at the man who had been knocked flying to his feet and smiled, "Well done, Mira."
As soon as Mirajane heard Ankh's voice, the memories she had temporarily set aside resurfaced... Remembering her miserable state last night, a small fire ignited in Mirajane's heart again.
"Hmph--"
Mirajane let out a harsh cold snort, her pretty face darkened, and she turned her head away, not wanting to deal with Ankh at all.
Ankh awkwardly scratched his head. As expected, she was still angry.
There was nothing he could do; Ankh was at fault first in this matter, and he dared not provoke Mirajane's bad temper.
Their exchange came to an abrupt halt. This strange atmosphere made the Eyeglasses Man and the Beautiful Woman a little bewildered.
The Beautiful Woman's feminine sixth sense subtly kicked in. Her eyes swept over Mirajane's chest almost imperceptibly, and she directly teased, "What? Are you two... not harmonious?"
Mirajane's heart trembled violently, her pretty face flushed crimson with shame, and she shouted exasperatedly, "Shut up!"
Her demonic hand formed an iron fist. Mirajane's body surged with vast dark energy, wrapping around her fist as she smashed it down fiercely.
The Beautiful Woman didn't expect such a strong reaction from her. The black ring on her ring finger glowed faintly, summoning a magic circle that barely managed to block Mirajane's attack.
But the immense impact still caused considerable damage. The Beautiful Woman coughed up a mouthful of blood, her body instantly sent flying by the dark magic.
The hotel's wall suffered as well. The Beautiful Woman crashed through the wall and fell onto the street outside.
Mirajane, her gaze now unreadable, walked out through the hole in the wall like she had been corrupted, seemingly wanting to finish off the woman.
Ankh's eyelids twitched. Mira's state was really quite terrifying...