Wayne Baker finished his love-packed bento, then continued eating compressed biscuits with canned food, all the while watching William Johnson court disaster, and cheerfully remarked, “Veronica Smith is really amazing, is this also magic?”

“No, Veronica Smith’s magic power is sealed by a curse, so she can’t use powerful magic. She can only rely on some simple magical tools to fight. The reason she can suppress William Johnson is entirely due to her own physical strength.” Monica Harris strutted over to Wayne Baker on cat’s paws, licked her paw, and began to wash her face.

Monica Harris avoided everyone’s gaze and ate alone inside the car, not letting anyone see. Wayne Baker suspected she was secretly hiding some dried fish.

“Physical strength?!”

Wayne Baker exclaimed in surprise, “Are you sure it’s not a magical effect? How does she train? Look at her arms and legs, there’s no muscle at all!”

“She has dragon blood.”

“Dragon... blood?”

Wayne Baker struggled to swallow the compressed biscuit in his mouth, an image of a fire-breathing dragon flashing through his mind. He held his breath and asked, “Are there dragons in this world?”

What a dangerous world—yesterday it was wizards, today it’s dragons, what about tomorrow? Will there be angels blowing the trumpet of doomsday?

“No.”

“If there are no dragons, where does the dragon blood come from?”

“She inherited it from her mother.”

“Her mother is a dragon?” Wayne Baker was shocked. So his future father-in-law was a dragon knight.

“She’s human.”

“……”

Wayne Baker: (×￣皿￣)丿

Listening to you is like... listening to you. What are you even talking about!

Wayne Baker rolled his eyes dramatically and said irritably, “The last time I heard such a constructive statement was the last time. You know, scientific research shows that every minute people waste is equal to sixty seconds wasted.”

The group rested in place for an hour. The blue sedan set off again. According to the map, they were still thirty kilometers from Cafuno Town.

The woods on both sides of the highway grew denser. Since it was the end of winter and early spring hadn’t arrived yet, apart from the evergreens, the desolate forest showed little sign of green. Thick fallen leaves buried half the tree trunks, and the air was filled with a natural, decaying scent.

This time, Wayne Baker was driving.

Veronica Smith sat in the back seat, holding Monica Harris and arranging new identities. She and William Johnson were siblings, Monica Harris continued to play the role of a harmless pet cat, and Wayne Baker was the driver. They would stop in Cafuno Town for the night, refuel in the morning, and then leave.

In Veronica Smith’s plan, they would catch Bloody Mike tonight, break the curse at dawn, and drive away as soon as the sun rose.

Any plan is perfect before it’s put into action. Wayne Baker wasn’t optimistic about this, just like Veronica Smith’s previous lightning capture operation, which failed because she didn’t know the way.

As a newcomer, Wayne Baker had no say. Seeing that William Johnson and Monica Harris both agreed with the plan, he wisely kept quiet.

Rumble—

A flash of intense light, followed by a deafening thunderclap. At some point, dark thunderclouds had gathered overhead, shrouding the entire land in darkness.

“That scared me! Why is it suddenly thundering?”

Wayne Baker squinted his eyes. The moment the lightning struck, his vision blurred for a second. Luckily, he was a civilized driver who always kept both hands on the wheel, so he managed to keep the car from crashing into a tree.

Smack!

A grayish-white, semi-transparent hand slapped onto the hood, its deformed palm leaving a glaring black-red bloodstain...

Judging by the look of it, there was a ghost under the car, about to climb up and grab the steering wheel!

Wayne Baker’s pupils shrank, cursing the car dealer in his heart, his breathing growing rapid.

Damn it, you said that for the queen’s sake, this car didn’t have any soul rings attached!

Chapter 11: The Creator, Heavenly Father

Screech—

The ghastly white hand scraped across the hood, leaving behind dried blood and claw marks. The vengeful ghost slowly crawled up from under the car, its semi-transparent body broken in many places, its terrifying face enough to make children cry.

The evil spirit had no head, grayish-white blood oozing from its neck cavity. The reason the child didn’t cry was because he’d fainted from fright.

In an instant, Wayne Baker’s face turned even paler than the ghost’s. “Crap, crap, this car was in an accident, and the victim has come for revenge.”

“Gh-gh-ghost...”

Wayne Baker saw the ghost, and so did William Johnson in the passenger seat. He pointed ahead in panic, trying to drive the ghost away with a warm, glowing light.

But he didn’t manage to.

Veronica Smith reached out and pressed William Johnson’s shoulder, interrupting his spellcasting. “It’s not the victim. It’s a trap set by a Death Walker. Using magic will alert the Death Walker and hinder our capture operation.”

Veronica Smith didn’t want William Johnson to startle the target. She’d had enough of the curse and was determined to catch the Death Walker this time. As for the terrifying-looking ghost, it had no attack power and only served to scare people. Once the car left the spell’s range, it would disappear.

So, just be a little braver. Nothing will happen.

William Johnson looked uncomfortable. He knew Veronica Smith was right, but...

“Easy for you to say! Why don’t you open your eyes and look!”

“……”

Veronica Smith said nothing, turned to look out the window, and with a soft thud, another ghostly hand landed on the window, startling her so much her face went pale and she shivered.

After regaining her composure, Veronica Smith squinted and secretly peeked again.

Scared, but still wanted to look.