Tree King: What? I've become the Abundant Pharmacist?

Chapter 522 "The Thief Spirit"

"There is still one threat marked by the nymphs."

After saying goodbye to the mute little girl, Aglaia immediately embarked on a journey to cleanse the filth.

Ohma remains very dangerous.

This time, however, she was no longer fighting alone.

Aglaia gripped the rough bracelet in her hand, a smile flickering across her lips.

human nature.....

So beautiful.

Soon, Aglaia arrived at the last dangerous location.

Located in a secluded alley, this conveniently saved her the trouble of dispersing the crowd.

Aglaia silently prayed, "Father Cephale, guide me... everything is still under control."

"If the enemy infiltrates from here, the damage could be incalculable. We must deal with this as soon as possible..."

Aglaia once again summoned hundreds of strong golden threads, probing into the corrupted void and pulling out what lay hidden within...

"Huh? You?"

Aglaia clearly sensed that something was wrong with what the golden thread was holding.

It wasn't the clay figurine you might imagine, but rather a slippery thing.

The thing even made a sound: "Hey, ouch! Who is it? Who's blind?!"

Aglaia frowned; she already knew what it was.

"Bartluth?"

"Thief Spirit" Bartrus suddenly turned its head and only then did it notice Aglaia behind it. It was startled, but quickly pretended to be fearless.

"Ah...ah! Hehehe, it's Lady Aglaia! Praise be to 'Fakler,' every inch of your skin shines as brightly as the dawn machine in the sky!"

Aglaia was speechless. "You still can't remember the Father's name? It's 'Engraved'—"

"...Sigh, fine, I think you did it on purpose. Tell me, you thief spirit, why do you hide in filth?"

After thinking for a moment, Aglaia sighed. Everyone knew that this guy was a tough nut to crack.

It will only remember if it gets hurt.

"Thief Spirit" Bartrus rubbed his hands together. "Uh, of course it's because... of course it's because we want to rid the citizens of Ohma of this menace, hehehe!"

"Look, the mad stone monster that was hiding inside, we've already chopped it into eight pieces with our skillful hands... Hehehe!"

Aglaia sensed it with her golden thread, "Hmm... the traces of pollution have indeed disappeared."

"Thief Spirit" Bartrus nodded frantically, "We wouldn't dare lie to you, Lady Aglaia~ You are the most respected person in all of Ohm..."

Aglaia scoffed, "Save your sweet talk, you little devil... You know I can read your unease."

Bartlus turned around and suddenly realized that Aglaia's golden thread was still wrapped around its rump.

“Heh...heh...heh heh..." Bartrus laughed awkwardly, seemingly trying to hide its fear.

Aglaia sighed, then changed the subject, "On second thought, since you've already shown yourself before me... then answer one more question: Where is Saifeier?"

"Thief Spirit" Bartrus immediately tensed up, "Uh...you might have some misunderstanding about our line of work? That sir and I are indeed in the same profession, but that doesn't mean we're in cahoots!"

"Our relationship should be considered 'competitive'...yes, competitive—enemies don't want to meet on a narrow path, hehehe!"

Aglaia shook her head helplessly; this guy couldn't even lie properly.

I really don't know how I became a pickpocket.

"That's enough. If you meet Saifeier next time, please tell her for me: as demigods, we can never shirk our responsibilities." Aglaia gave her final instruction.

"Thief Spirit" Bartrus nodded frantically; it had long wanted to leave this dangerous place and this dangerous woman.

"Yes, yes, we've got it, Lady Aglaia! Well, if there's nothing else, I'll be going now..."

Just as Bartrus was about to slip away, Aglaia suddenly called out to it.

"Wait... Based on my guess, you hid in the filth to conceal stolen goods?"

The only thing that could make Barthulhu do this is treasure.

“Leave your ill-gotten gains, and I’ll let you go,” Aglaia said bluntly.

Her golden threads spread out and floated around her.

"Thief-like" Bartrus clicked his tongue immediately. "Tch, what bad luck! Why did I have to run into such a troublesome character..."

It shouted towards the sky, "Ancestor Zagres (Titan of Deception), please allow me to cling to your swift legs..."

Aglaia sighed, "I advise you..."

Before he could finish speaking, Bartlus dashed out in a flash.

"Hehehe, let's get out of here!"

"A fool wouldn't seize the opportunity."

Give the road some gas...

"Thief Spirit" Bartrus ran incredibly fast, almost hugging the wall.

Just as it was about to enter the portal and leave, Aglaia's golden thread caught up with it.

"A tired old trick... Do you really think you can escape my trap?"

"Thief Spirit" Bartrus, still unwilling to give up, stared at the golden threads that had already enveloped him.

"Hehehe! How will you know if you don't try?"

It turned left and dodged the golden thread's grasp.

"Hehehe! I'm still the best, aren't I!"

Although Bartrus dodged the golden thread, it didn't run away. Instead, it stood still and mocked Aglaia.

Suddenly, it felt someone tapping its shoulder from behind.

"Leave me alone!" Bartlus continued to laugh.

But it suddenly sensed something was wrong.

Am I standing on a rooftop right now?

The person who took the picture of themselves is...

It turned around abruptly, just as Aglaia's voice rang out.

"Look behind you!"

Several golden threads were seen coiling behind Bartlus, looking at it with a very anthropomorphic gaze, as if it were a fool.

"This... Ah!!!"

Before Bartlus could even utter a word, he was bound hand and foot with golden thread and dragged back to Aglaia.

“What other solutions do you have? Bring them on.” Aglaia walked up to Bartrus, who was tightly bound.

"Thief!" Bartrus struggled and cried out, "Damn it... damn it! It was so close!"

It flung itself out, spitting out all the financial reports it had just received.

"Take it all! Take everything I've worked so hard to gain!"

As he spoke, Bartlus's tone became aggrieved, as if he was about to cry at any moment.

"I've really fallen for you this time, woman! Even if I starve to death, no one in this city will give me a single pitying look!"

Aglaia completely ignored Bartlus's pretense and directly exposed it.

"How pitiful... but you don't need to eat at all, do you?"

After being exposed, "Thief Spirit" Bartrus was immediately enraged.

"You...you woman who has gilded a black heart! I never want to see you again, goodbye!"

Bartrus broke free of the golden thread in a flash and disappeared into the wall.

This was of course with Aglaia's tacit approval; otherwise, Barthus would never have been able to break free of the gold thread.

Before Bartrus had gone far, Aglaia continued, "Goodbye, Bartrus—don't forget to pass on my message to Cypher."

"I know!" Bartrus's irritated voice came from afar.

Aglaia shook her head, and a smile reappeared on her lips.

After taking Barthus's treasure, Aglaia left the alley.

“The filth that the nymphs found has been cleaned up.”

"Go back and see my master."

Just as Aglaia was about to leave, she suddenly realized that someone was following her.

Aglaia tilted her head slightly, her tone solemn: "Who's there? Show yourself before the golden thread is stained with your blood."

A moment later, footsteps could be heard.

Elder Katniss appeared in the corridor.

"Tsk tsk, no wonder you're a demigod. Even I, an assassin who's spent most of my life 'cleansing,' can't escape your senses."

Aglaia wasn't too surprised. "Lady Kaines, what do you mean by this?"

Elder Katniss sneered, "Heh... no need to pretend, you already knew I had spies, didn't you?"

"You deliberately didn't expose us so that we would lower our guard and assume that everything you do is within the rules of the Senate—is that right?"

Aglaia's face turned cold. "...When it comes to scheming and intrigue, Zagres is no match for the Senate."

Elder Katniss chuckled, though there was no trace of a smile on her face: "Hehe... Thank you for the compliment, Golden Descendant."

“We don’t mean anything by this, we just want to remind you again—the Golden Blood’s administration of the Holy City is temporary; it’s just a temporary trusteeship of power during an extraordinary period.”

"Gods have their eyes and ears, and people have their own ways of dealing with things. When the so-called 'oracle' is shattered... the fate of Ohmma will once again be in the hands of its citizens."

Elder Katniss showed no regard for Aglaia, her tone remaining arrogant and overbearing.

"Back to the citizens... or back to yours, Lady Kaines?" Aglaia asked calmly.

Elder Katniss waved her hand. “There’s no need to be so aggressive. In the vote back then, nearly half of the elders refused to hand over the Holy City to you. I was just an insignificant member of the opposition.”

"Continue on your own path, demigod, use every trick in the book to prove us wrong... but never forget that in Onpharos, even 'gods' cannot do as they please."

"I'd also like to see how long you can maintain this hands-on approach to everything...hehe."

Elder Katniss continued to sneer, seemingly disregarding Aglaia.

It's just a tool that can be discarded at will.

Aglaia clenched her fist. "I will do everything in my power to save Onpharos, Lady Caenis. Even from the hands of the gods..."

"It still comes from your hands."

Only after Elder Katniss had completely left did Aglaia return to the Garden of Life.

However, it wasn't Tibbo in the garden this time, but Tinin.

“Tinin? It seems she’s already making preparations to protect Ohmma.” Aglaia had roughly guessed as well.

With the battle at the front so intense, my teacher must be doing everything he can to help.

Aglaia came to Tinin's side.

"The threat in the city has been eliminated, and I have cleaned up the filth one by one."

Tinning nodded. "Thank you, Aya. That elder... has she caused you trouble again?"

Tinning seemed to have sensed something.

Aglaia shook her head. "It's nothing serious. Don't worry about me, my master."

“You should know, Katniss, during the Golden War…” Tinin’s words carried a hidden meaning.

“She’s an assassin specializing in ‘cleansing’ the Golden Blood. I understand.” Aglaia naturally knew everything.

"As I said, the Senate is not our enemy... at least not now. Let's get back to the pressing issues."

Tinin nodded. "...Yes. We're prepared to deal with Nicardoli. It won't be easy...Tian is nearing his limit."

"How much power does she have left?" Aglaia asked.

Tinning counted on her fingers: "Including this time...maybe we can open three more...no, two more 'Gates of a Hundred Realms'."

"And then what?" Aglaia continued to ask.

"As previously agreed, Tibo will take over the duties of the 'Door Maker.'"

Aglaia fell silent.

Then she nodded: "It seems that all we can do now is wait."

"Yes. Let's wait here in the garden for a while, Aya."

The two remained silent in the garden.

But it's clear that Aglaia still has something to say.

"Please tell me, my teacher..."

Aglaia spoke, breaking the brief silence.

"Is the prophecy still as clear in your eyes as it was on the first day?"

Tinin clutched her chest. "Golden runes shimmered in the azure sky, and countless fragments of words danced around Kefal. The oracle was as clear as ever."

Aglaia then pressed on, "Does it recount the victory of the White Evils?"

"It...remains silent. It seems to know the answer...but does not want to share it with us at this moment."

Aglaia sighed, "It seems we won't find solace in the oracle this time."

"That's for the best. If he truly is a child chosen by fate..."

"That prophecy was merely narration in his story."

Aglaia was initially uneasy and even began to doubt herself.

But she was willing to believe in Bai Er, and to believe in the child.

They must be the child chosen by fate according to divine decree.

Yes, the Savior.

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