Chapter 142 Collector_3
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The music was soothing and induced a dream-like state — an initial setup.
The deity worshipped by the Silver Moon Sect is none other than Arachne, the ‘Master of Dreams and Pleasure’!
The beautiful maidservants, too, were in fact subtle suggestions of pleasure.
Once desire is aroused, it becomes much easier to succumb to pleasure techniques.
Thinking of this, Leonard Churchill softly murmured with a twinkle in his eyes, “Well… they’re finally here.”
He approached the Silver Moon Sect for the secrets of the ancient god.
He had previously been concerned about exposing himself due to Reuel Bible’s constant scrutiny.
Now, seeing these figures remain active was indeed good news for him.
However, not everything was an illusion.
Even though Leonard was immune to mind manipulation, he distinctly saw a masked woman step out from a painting.
And without a doubt, this woman might be the enigmatic Silver Moon Leader.
She appeared here, likely planning to personally contaminate these newcomers.
Leonard could guess why they had sought him out.
Individuals of high-ranking nobility always have experts at their sides. Without knowing someone’s background, it is impossible to get close to them.
Recklessly doing so would only raise suspicion.
These fallen nobles were the perfect stepping stones.
The Old Days Sect was not afraid of infiltration.
After all, belief contamination, a powerful tool capable of altering cognition, could turn your infiltrator against you at any moment.
They didn’t even have to bother looking into the identities of the invited guests.
Leonard guessed that his conspicuous behavior from the night before had prompted those people to approach him.
The immunity pass for belief contamination kept flashing incessantly.
This, however, only made Leonard anticipate it more.
After the contamination, everyone would effectively become “one of us.”
Then, everything else would be easy.
But he had previously heard from Reuel Bible that belief contamination wasn’t an instant process, but more akin to a hallucinogenic potion — something one gets addicted to bit by bit.
The next move should be interesting.
After a moment, everyone awakened from their dream-like states.
Everyone was breathing heavily, their expressions dull. It was as if they were experiencing a sense of emptiness after an extreme pleasure.
Leonard, too, feigned these symptoms.
He had read many ancient books on mysterious system spells. The limits of physical pleasure are defined, but psychic pleasure is boundless.
Those who had failed to avoid belief contamination had already had their perceptions tampered with to some degree.
Nobody seemed suspicious.
Despite his flawless act, Leonard was well aware that he had revealed certain things about himself.
Shortly after, the gathering of collectors concluded.
Everyone thanked Baron Ramon on their way out.
Just before leaving, almost everyone received a small gift from Baron Ramon.
Leonard, however, was given two beautiful maidservants.
In the Noble Circle, the practice of gifting maidservants wasn’t unusual.
He guessed it was likely an attempt to continue contaminating him.
Without hesitation, he accepted his gifts.
It was only after all the guests had left Fragrant Hill Apartment.
At the window on the second floor.
Watching the departing vehicles, Baron Ramon asked the masked woman standing next to him, “Leader, of the guests invited today, five are recent strangers in Sinless City. Who do you think is most suitable?”
If Leonard were here, he would recognize her as the one who had emerged from the painting earlier.
After a moment’s thought, the masked woman said, “Looking at their backgrounds, none of them seem particularly useful. But, one of them does seem suspicious. And, I believe he is likely an X Bureau agent.”
