CHAPTER 394: 153 SACRED SKILL - ANGEL’S STAB_3

"..." The little girl’s mouth gaped open, her face filled with surprise, just as if she had seen a Mage Hand shift space. "How do you know everything?"

Carl sighed. If he couldn’t guess this, then he had lived all these years for nothing.

"I can pay a reward."

"No..."

"A Holy Skill!"

"Hmm?"

Carl’s expression froze, and the words in his throat were swallowed down as he looked at the little girl with bewilderment. "A Holy Skill?"

"Yes!" The little girl nodded. "It’s a Holy Skill!"

"Do you even know what a Holy Skill is?"

"I know!" The little girl began. "Martial Arts bestowed by the Divine for the Holy Temple Knights of the Divine Domain to use, which can only be cultivated by becoming a Legendary Knight."

"..." Carl stroked his chin. "Interesting, you have a Holy Skill on you?"

"Yes, I brought half of it with me." The little girl took another step back, hugging her waist with both hands and looking at Carl warily. "You have to promise to escort me, my brother, and my sister to a safe place, then I can give it to you."

"Heh..." Carl nodded. "Let me have a look at the item first."

"You have to promise first."

"I need to see if what you have is really a Holy Skill. Besides, didn’t you bring half of it over just so I could confirm it?"

After cocking her head and thinking for a bit, the little girl hesitantly nodded. "It seems to be that way."

"Then, show me!"

Saying this, she unfastened her clothing at the side, revealing what was underneath. She carefully took out a wooden tablet and placed it delicately on the table. She had indeed put some thought into sewing the item into her clothes.

SWOOSH!

Carl beckoned. The wooden tablet flew into his hand of its own accord.

The palm-sized wooden tablet was inscribed with writing from the Age of the Gods, a special energy preserving it from the ravages of time.

Carl’s eyes flickered as the text on the tablet was duplicated into his sea of consciousness, and he analyzed the content.

Angel’s Sting! It truly was a Holy Skill!

A Holy Skill could be plainly understood as the advanced state of Martial Arts. Killing moves in Martial Arts were called Battle Skills, and Holy Skills also had so-called killing moves. This Holy Skill was actually composed of over a dozen special killing moves, collectively known as Angel’s Sting.

Extreme speed! Bizarre angles! Unthinkable moves! Complex, brutal, and profound striking techniques, the extreme application of Battle Aura, physical body, and the Knight’s spirit—it was indeed a Holy Skill.

Though incomplete, it was discernible that each of the killing moves inscribed upon it was far more powerful than any of the Battle Skills he had learned before.

Worthy of a legacy from the Divine!

In the memories of the Shasu tree, Guardians and Holy Knights of the Second Order and even Third-tier of the Divine Domain were still practicing Holy Skills, which proves its powerful vitality.

Pity!

This Holy Skill focuses on speed and burst, not suitable for someone like me who has practiced the Giant Spirit Breathing Technique.

Putting down the wooden tablet, Carl looked thoughtful. He could never have expected that his first potential acquisition of a Holy Skill would come about in such a manner.

"How is it?" The little girl approached slowly, asking tentatively, "It is a Holy Skill, isn’t it?"

"This Holy Skill was inadvertently acquired by our family. Apart from me, only two other people know of it."

"Hmm." Carl opened his eyes and asked, "What’s your name?"

"Jodi Hill," the little girl said. "You can call me Jodi."

"Hill?" Carl’s heart stirred. "There is someone known as Madame Butterfly, whose name seems to be Jenness Hill. Is she related to you?"

"My grandmother." Jodi’s eyes widened. "You know my grandmother?"

Carl shook his head. He didn’t know her, but he had heard of her. A long, long time ago, in that black city, those who wanted to flee would always use the routes provided by Madame Butterfly.

The Hill family! One of the most well-known families in the City of Death. They ran various businesses, had channels for transporting people, and had connections in many nearby cities. Madame Butterfly was a woman who had married into the family and taken her husband’s surname, so she also bore the name Hill.

"Going to the Duke Territory is definitely out of the question."

After some thought, Carl spoke slowly, "Have you considered going to Jiliu City?"

"Jiliu City?" Jodi frowned and shook her head. "It’s too close to the City of Death. Our family’s enemies might seek revenge there, and besides, it’s not safe. The Followers of the Evil God are nearby. We certainly don’t want to go there!"

"That’s a shame." Carl passed the wooden tablet back. "I really can’t help you get to the Duke Territory, but I can help if you go to Jiliu City."

He continued, "Jiliu City is safer than you think. The City Lord of the City of Death is also dealing with the Evil God problem. You can think it over and get back to me. I’ll be at the market for the next couple of days, and you can find me anytime."

「A few days later.」

No good news came from Mei Lun, but the small trade fair had been postponed by a few days. This was normal. To attract people, enough time was needed for the news to spread. Otherwise, it was all too easy to miss the opportunity.

As for Jodi, the young daughter of the Hill family, she had someone deliver a letter.

After reading the letter, Carl looked contemplative, then quickly gathered his belongings and headed towards the market entrance.

「On the second floor of the Stone Mountain Tavern.」

Holy Hall Deacon Lev stood behind a window, looking through the windowpane at the figure below strolling away at a leisurely pace.

A smile appeared on his face.

"Seventh Elder."

"Carl has left."