“‘Chastity Incantation’? What is the ‘Chastity Incantation’?” Grace Miller was laughing halfway through his sentence when he suddenly froze, dumbfounded. Although the Sword God was obsessed with swordsmanship and had never studied other spells, there was a wealth of spell information in his memory bank, and this “Chastity Incantation” was among them:

A simple yet powerful spell, allowing the woman under its effect to choose any characters as her protection. As long as she does not utter those characters herself, no one except the gods and buddhas of the Ninth Heaven can break her chastity.

“This damned old witch!”

Grace Miller couldn’t help but curse aloud. As a half-immortal who had crossed over, he was still too inexperienced and had stumbled into a trap, actually being outwitted by a mortal rogue cultivator. Now that Charlotte Harris had learned the “Chastity Incantation,” the initiative was entirely in her hands. If he wanted to retrieve his inner elixir, he could no longer use force.

Chapter 9: The Immortal Shows His True Colors

“Hehe, I wonder if Ting-meimei is willing to tell me those characters?” Grace Miller smiled bitterly in his heart, but forced a fake smile on his face.

Seeing that he knew what the “Chastity Incantation” was, Charlotte Harris was relieved that she didn’t have to explain it herself. Her face then flushed like the morning glow, radiant and alluring, as she turned away and said:

“I won’t say, unless…”

“Unless I avenge your father-in-law. There’s no time to lose, let’s head to the capital right away.”

Seeing how eager Grace Miller was, Charlotte Harris couldn’t help but laugh and said:

“It’s still dark outside.”

“If we set out now, we’ll reach the capital at dawn. In the morning, we’ll kill Samuel Scott; tomorrow, we’ll leave the city for the grand drill ground to kill Henry Thompson; the day after, we’ll go to the border to kill Helen Thompson. In just three days, we can have our revenge.” At this moment, Grace Miller was even more enthusiastic about “revenge” than Charlotte Harris.

After listening to Granny Sullivan, Charlotte Harris became more cautious, realizing that assassinating high-ranking officials was not as simple as she had imagined. The last time she attempted an assassination, escaping the capital had already been a miracle. So she said:

“It’s not that I don’t want revenge right away, but Uncle’s words make sense. Granny Sullivan also said that although your magic is powerful, the court also employs cultivator experts. We mustn’t be overconfident.”

Grace Miller snorted, cursing the old woman’s ancestors in his heart, and decided that once he got his inner elixir back, she’d be the first he’d deal with. Outwardly, he put on a nonchalant face and said:

“What’s there to be afraid of? At worst, you just let me kiss you, and any opponent will be taken care of.”

Charlotte Harris’s face, which had just returned to normal, turned red again. She turned away and said:

“If you keep talking nonsense, I—I won’t pay you any attention.” Now that she had a trump card in her hand, she spoke with more confidence.

Charlotte Harris actually held an even deadlier trump card, though she herself was unaware of it.

Grace Miller groaned inwardly, cursing even the ancestors of the old man, then chuckled and said:

“How is this nonsense? We’re going to storm the palace to kill the eunuch. Eight or nine times out of ten, we’ll need to use this trick.”

“Whether we need it or not, we’ll see when the time comes,” Charlotte Harris said, feigning anger. After a while, she added, “Assassinating Samuel Scott doesn’t necessarily require storming the palace. He has a private residence outside the palace. As long as he returns home, the assassination will be much easier.”

“That’s great! Does Ting-meimei know where the old eunuch’s private residence is?”

“I do. It was because I broke into Samuel Scott’s private residence at night that I was discovered by the Black Robe Guards. I didn’t even get past the first checkpoint, so I don’t know if there are any other formidable people inside.”

“No problem.” Grace Miller walked over to Robert Morgan, reached out to check his breathing, and said, “He’s still alive.”

He picked up a pot of cold tea from the table, lifted the lid, and splashed both the tea and leaves onto Robert Morgan’s face, but he still lay limp and unresponsive. Grace Miller cursed inwardly: Are you really a deity descended to the mortal world? How could you forget to use even the most basic spell like ‘Coma Removal’?

Actually, it wasn’t really Grace Miller’s fault. The Sword God was a celestial of the Ninth Heaven and hadn’t used such minor spells in over a thousand years, so naturally, it was buried in the deepest corner of his memory bank.

Grace Miller poked Robert Morgan in the chest and used all the immortal energy stored in his dantian to perform the “Coma Removal” spell.

Robert Morgan let out a miserable scream, woke up, rolled his eyes, and fainted again. It turned out Grace Miller had used too much force. That bit of immortal energy was nothing to him, but Robert Morgan, a mere mortal, simply couldn’t withstand it.

Grace Miller was startled, quickly checked Robert Morgan’s nostrils, and found he was still breathing. But that shout had already disturbed the inn; lights came on in the neighboring rooms, and someone called out:

“What’s going on?”

Grace Miller’s eyes darted around. He dashed to the door in two steps and shouted in a rough voice:

“Black Robe Guards are handling a case! All good citizens, go back to sleep!”

Grace Miller was wearing the uniform of a Black Robe Guard captain. The innkeeper, the waiters, and several guests had all seen it. Hearing his shout, the most obedient ones immediately returned to their rooms, turned off the lights, got into bed, and went to sleep. The other guests didn’t dare meddle either. Soon, only Grace Miller’s room was still lit in the entire inn.

Grace Miller nodded, thinking: The Black Robe Guards are really impressive. If it weren’t for avenging the little beauty, I should have joined an organization like this. Their job probably isn’t much different from being the Jade Emperor’s personal bodyguard.

Charlotte Harris pointed at Robert Morgan on the ground and said:

“He’s awake.”

Sure enough, Robert Morgan groaned and slowly opened his eyes. The tea hadn’t been wiped off, so he couldn’t see his surroundings clearly for a moment. Weakly, he asked: