Doomsday Wonderland Vol. 8: Heaven Underworld (pt. 2: 856-1023) [Complete]

886: A Trade?

"I think I know why you're so hard to kill."

After the silver web was dramatically flung aside, it flickered and vanished into the darkness, much like its owner, leaving no trace. When Silvan's countenance was briefly illuminated, he radiated such brilliance that even though the darkness soon shrouded him again, that glimpse of radiance seemed to linger in the field of vision.

The silver paint that had splattered on his clothes faintly outlined half of his profile. He resembled a demigod emerging from the shadowy woods, his eyes tinged with a profound emerald hue.

No matter how many times Lin Sanjiu encountered him, the impact of Silvan's appearance remained astonishing.

It wasn't until Puppeteer's icy words pierced the silence that Lin Sanjiu snapped back to her senses.

"You always try to form connections with everyone you meet, so the next time we meet, even if we can't defeat you, we won't die either."

He appeared to have immediately deduced that the two of them knew each other.

Lin Sanjiu sniffled, and for some reason, no one in the church made a sound. It was as if everyone was waiting to see how she would respond. She had no choice but to ignore it and softly called out to Bohemia, "Hey, it's alright now. Summon your fish to shed some light."

In the darkness, there was no response.

"Bohemia?"

Still, no reaction.

Could it be...

"I didn't harm her," Silvan said, his low and melodious voice reverberating through the darkness, as if he had sensed her fleeting thought. "Because I saw you."

Puppeteer let out a low, disdainful snort.

Lin Sanjiu offered an awkward smile and took cautious steps toward Bohemia. Silvan then said, "Let me take care of it," and a lamppost, roughly half the height of a person, abruptly ignited in the dimness, hovering in mid-air.

Soft light promptly filled the decrepit church. Bohemia stood rigidly in the corner, unmoving. Every exposed inch of her skin appeared flushed, as though she had transformed into a heated stone sculpture. Lin Sanjiu gently patted her, and she jolted as if awakening from a deep sleep.

"Wha-what are you doing?" Bohemia asked.

"I was about to ask you the same question," Lin Sanjiu said suspiciously. "What are you staring at?"

"Nothing." Bohemia didn't dare to look at Silvan, her unblinking gaze fixed in another direction, twisting her neck unnaturally. "I, I... Who's this?"

"Silvan, the one I told you about."

As a faint aroma of figs wafted from behind, Bohemia instinctively turned her head. Then, with her mouth half-open and her face flushed, she suddenly froze in place—she glitched again.

"You talked about me?" Silvan asked softly, approaching. His voice took on a slightly husky quality, akin to an intimate whisper brushing past her ears.

Judging by Bohemia's expression, even if smoke started billowing from her ears and eyes due to brain overload in the next moment, Lin Sanjiu probably wouldn't find it surprising.

"Yes, there's something I might need your help with."

Just the recollection that Bohemia had contemptuously referred to Silvan as a "pretty boy" not too long ago nearly made Lin Sanjiu chuckle. She cast a glance back at Silvan, contemplating asking him about his and the queen's circumstances underground, yet she hesitated momentarily due to Puppeteer perched above her. It was precisely at this juncture that a realization struck her.