Myriad Realms Gatekeeper

"Who's there?"

The calm voice of a man indeed came from behind the door.

"Captain, don't shoot, it's me, it's me!"

the werewolf recited.

There was a pause inside before a voice asked in a hushed tone, "He's strong, let him be strong?"

"I tend to my sheep." the werewolf replied.

"Heaven's king covers the earth tiger?"

"Chicks stew mushrooms!"

"Turns out it's one of our own, come in."

The door opened.

The werewolf slipped in and indeed saw a handsome vampire.

He saluted and said, "Sir! You must be the agent in the organization whose code is—"

"Shut up, don't say my code name here!"

The vampire's complexion changed, and he hurriedly interrupted him.

The werewolf immediately became more cautious, speaking with a guarded expression:

"Mr. Baxter, there's an urgent matter in the organization, and I have been sent to the Immortal Country, please make the arrangements."

Upon hearing this, Baxter took out a ruler and hit the werewolf's head with it three times, then turned and walked to the window with his hands behind his back.

The werewolf immediately understood.

According to that inadvertently acquired piece of information, this meant—

"Rest assured, the tribute will not be short!"

The werewolf placed three gold bricks on the table.

The handsome vampire Baxter immediately came back, took the gold bricks, and whispered into the werewolf's ear:

"There's a marquis's mansion in the east of the city with red walls and black tiles. Go there and find a zombie named Pablo, who is followed by a dark elf sorcerer."

"After you go there and they contact me to confirm you're from the organization, he will make the arrangements for you!"

"Understood! Thank you, my lord!"

The werewolf was overjoyed.

This piece of information was extremely important, and it seemed to be true!

The werewolf left the opera house and dashed at top speed towards the Marquis Mansion on the eastern side of Eternal Night City.

Today.

He had chanced upon a piece of information.

— There was actually a shortcut to the Immortal Country.

An extremely secretive organization had control over the path to the Immortal Country.

Ordinarily, he would not have given such exaggerated information a second glance.
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But!

The contact person for this organization turned out to be the renowned Diva Baxter!

Inside the organization, he actually had an exclusive code.

With Baxter's status as the Chief Diva, the entire piece of information began to carry a bit of credibility.

And unexpectedly, after a trial—

It seemed to be true!

The werewolf suppressed his excitement, cautiously observing his surroundings until he was sure he hadn't drawn any attention before quietly scaling the fence and entering the Marquis Mansion.

Indeed, there were two power fluctuations in the air.

Following those fluctuations, the werewolf came to the grand hall of the Marquis Mansion.

There stood a dark elf sorcerer, seemingly waiting for him.

"Who are you? State your name!"

the dark elf sorcerer demanded.

Her power fluctuation was quite strong, almost reaching the peak of the Law Domain Seventh Layer.

The werewolf quickly spread his arms to show he meant no harm, and said rapidly:

"Please don't misunderstand, Mr. Baxter the Diva sent me here."

"Really?" the dark elf questioned skeptically.

"If you don't believe me, you can contact him." the werewolf said, maintaining a friendly demeanor.

The dark elf indeed pulled out a small communication magic artifact and talked to someone for a while, finally retracting the murderous intent she had exuded.

"It seems to be true, but, if you want to go to the Immortal Country, I can't just let you go for nothing,"

the dark elf said.

"Understood, I get it. What would you like me to do?" the werewolf asked perceptively.

"My friend has been seriously injured and hasn't fully recovered yet. Do you have any high-quality healing potions here?" the dark elf inquired.

"...Yes,"

the werewolf bit his lip, waved a ring, and presented a top-quality healing potion to her.

The dark elf looked at the potion and immediately showed a pleased expression.

She called inside:

"Pablo!"

A zombie jumped down from an upstairs room and landed in front of them.

"Potion?" The zombie named Pablo looked interestedly at it and said to the werewolf, "This is a top-quality recovery elixir?"

"Guaranteed genuine." the werewolf replied.

Truth.

Pablo took the potion from the hands of the dark elf and drank it down in one gulp.

At that moment, the werewolf began to doubt the authenticity of the whole affair.

— Surely he hadn't been scammed!

His eyelids twitched, and he itched to reach for the dagger at his waist, but he managed to restrain himself.

Let's wait and see.

After spending a few gold bricks and a precious top-quality healing potion, he wouldn't be content until he saw the final outcome!

After having drunk the potion and closing his eyes to savor the moment, Pablo let out a satisfied sigh:

"The elixir is really good."

"—You've done me a great favor, brother,"

"It's all part of the job, brother," the werewolf responded gravely, "May I now proceed to the Immortal Country?"

Zombie Pablo took out a gold insignia and put it into the werewolf's hand.

"—Take this insignia to the royal palace gate, hand it to the guards, and someone will be there to meet you."

The werewolf looked at the insignia in his hand with suspicion.

He suddenly held his breath.

The insignia was emitting a pure Divine Spirit fluctuation; it was a genuine insignia of the Undead Empire's Royal Family.

Guaranteed genuine.

It seemed that the situation took a promising turn!

Would the Royal Family engage in fraudulent activities?

...It seemed unlikely.

"Thank you both, I will go now," the werewolf said, while still observing the expressions of the zombie and the dark elf.

However, both of them had a look of blessing and a smile.

"Go on, I hope your mission goes smoothly," the zombie said.

The werewolf's anxiety eased a bit more.

He nodded to the two of them and then left the Marquis Mansion.

Seven or eight minutes later,

the werewolf handed over the insignia at the palace gate, and the royal guard took the insignia and indeed led him into the palace.