Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God-Novel

"You think I know nothing of the outside world, but I know plenty. I know enough to know that this attention of his you think is oh so great is actually nothing but a death sentence. I know that the City Lord is even more aware of this than I am. And I also know that for the slight of insulting sister Taline in front of so many eyes, this is the smallest punishment he deser --."

The next moments happened in a flash. It all happened so quickly that even Vargas was stunned silent, let Greene who was the one directly affected.

It started as a small shadow in the skies that quickly grew bigger. After a moment, it became obvious that it wasn't a single object, but rather a bundle of them falling in unison. However, whatever image they portrayed was completely overwhelmed by the terrible stench they exuded.

The dome of protection around Greene's camp was shattered into motes of sparkling light, allowing the pile of objects falling through the skies to continue on completely unimpeded.Thᴇ link to the origɪn of this information rᴇsts ɪn novelenglish.net . (ꜰ)ire.ɴet

Greene couldn't react before she was completely buried by them. Her elegant appearance, her refined aura, her arrogant air… It was all washed away by a steaming pile of garbage.

In the next moment, a few jade bottles gently fell from the air, landing neatly on an untouched table before the eyes of them all.

By them, there was a neatly folded note that read.

'Glad I could be of help.'

It was obvious that these were the very same 30 pills Greene had asked for not even ten minutes ago. And that chicken scratch of an excuse for handwriting, could only have been done by Dyon Sacharro.

Greene looked down at her trash covered body in a moment of silence before a screech that crossed the city and battlefield left her lips.

Greene shivered from head to toe, heavenly herbs leaking foul liquids and growing terrible molds falling across her figure and to the floor.

Vargas sighed, shaking his head.

Out of curiosity, he picked up one of the jade bottles Dyon had sent over. Opening the lid, he smiled bitterly. Not an ounce of fragrance was leaked. Most definitely 100% pure top-grade pills.

He didn't know how Dyon concocted them without ingredients, but this was enough for him to be beyond impressed. The highest grade pill he had ever concocted in his lifetime was of the high-grade, just barely above 70%. He had never sniffed the top-grade, let alone 100% purity.

If he had known that Dyon manifested these pills from thin air, creating even his own herbs, maybe he would faint from shock.

In truth, Dyon could have used even those rancid herbs to the same affect. However, he clearly felt he had a much better use for them.

Greene's assistants looked toward the pills as well, their bodies shivering from head to toe. Even if they weren't true alchemists yet, there was no doubt that they could recognize a top-grade pill when they saw one.

"I'M GOING TO KILL HIM!"

A surge of immortal essence shuttled through the air violently, incinerating the herbs and garbage around her.

Under her violent heaving, her relatively flat chest showed some substance, undulating like a low ocean tide.

"And what are you going to do exactly? Go an attack him? Vargas said blandly. "While even if your scheme succeeded he would still have a chance to live, if you really attacked one of our own in the middle of a battle like that, even Venerable Taline's man couldn't save you. The City Lord would put your head on the chopping block without hesitation. And you know that I definitely would have no method of saving you."

Greene trembled before clenching her teeth.

"… I'm going to clean myself."

"But your station…!" Vargas called out.

"Since you want to pretend to be a good brother at times like these, you cover my quota for me. Plus, it isn't like your illegitimate mortal son didn't just completely fulfill what I needed for today."

"Illegitimate mortal son…? Really?" Vargas looked toward his sister's back and felt a headache coming on. It was like she had learned nothing.

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"V-Venerable… How did you do that?" Emery stood speechless.

"Do what? Cover an annoyance in garbage? I think that's pretty self-explanatory."

"N-no… I mean how did you form those pills from… from nothing…"

Belin was also incredibly shocked. He felt that his old heart might stop beating any moment now.

"Oh, that? It's not really something I can teach you. Just pay attention to the process. Assuming that my concoctions start with the herbs already broken down into their most important parts and it will be easier to understand."

"But…"

In the end, Emery shut his mouth. He could feel that Dyon was much nicer than other Venerables. If he had made the mistake of asking such a thing to anyone else, he might already be a corpse by now. He shouldn't push his luck like this.

"Don't worry, if we ever manage to get any actual heavenly herbs delivered to us, I'll slow down so you two can gain something out of this."

Though he knew these two were only acting like this because they had seen his ability, he also knew that those who believed they were above others wouldn't be able to humble themselves so easily. Just look at Greene, she should already be aware of his level, yet did she humble herself like they did?

Regardless, it wasn't easy to do what they did, so Dyon didn't mind completing a cycle of karma with them. It wasn't like he had anything better to do anyway.

As Dyon was about to recline and relax, another guest came by. This time, it was surprisingly a Venerable with a shipment of good quality heavenly herbs.

"I've come on behalf of my sister and the northern guild to apologize. My name is Vargas, I hope that Venerable Sacharro will accept this apology."