The Creators: From Night City

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Not only her, but all the elites of the Blind Order possessed this ability, enabling them to see in the dark, leaving their targets nowhere to escape even when hiding in the shadows.

Of course, its most important ability is to see into people's hearts, although only a few people can master this profound ability.

Akara was one of them, and the most skilled in this art.

Jiang Bing, who had just arrived at the camp, naturally became her honored guest.

Akara and Kasha are both branches of the Amazons. They are extremely tall compared to normal women, and of course, they are also very well-endowed.

In fact, all members of the Blind Sisters are members who branched off from Amazonian tribes.

However, their personalities are completely opposite.

Akara is gentle and frail, tall in stature, but has a very mild personality and speaks with a scholarly air.

Kasha, on the other hand, was as tough as his fists. This warrior, who had undergone female genital mutilation (Amazon warriors would choose to cut off part or even all of their right breasts for easier bow-drawing), spoke in a harsh and straightforward manner, as if he were always chewing on a mouthful of nails.

However, the two of them formed a perfect red-coat and white-coat pairing.

“Where is Mr. Sabur from?” Akara gently removed his purple blouse, revealing his face beneath the hood.

To be honest, although Amazon is a purely feminist society, every female member is absolutely stunning in appearance, and there are basically no ugly women.

Whether it was Ellie and Litan, whom Jiang Bing had met before, or Akara and Kasha, who were sitting opposite him now, they were all beautiful.

Akara, in particular, has a pretty face that was originally very heroic, but the nun's habit adds a touch of intellectual charm to it.

In particular, the clothing style in Amazon, a feminist society, is extremely bold; even nun's habit is incredibly sexy.

Her already ample breasts were barely half-bound by the tight fabric, and the purple robe was also a shawl style, leaving her chest completely uncovered.

This resulted in Akara's snow-white chest being almost blindingly exposed when she bent down to pour tea for Jiang Bing, which, combined with the emerald green spherical gemstone pendant around her neck, made her breasts appear even more voluptuous.

Jiang Bing watched this scene intently.

Jiang Bing gave a vague but correct answer regarding "the land of the Far East".

"Did you also come here following in Aidan's footsteps?"

"Aidan?" Jiang Bing asked in disbelief.

Akara paused slightly as she poured the tea, as if unaware that this person was a perplexing figure. Nevertheless, she spoke up to answer a question that most people in this land should know.

"Aidan, the eldest son of Leoric, the former ruler of this land, and the flesh provider for the Dark Wanderers."

"Not long ago, we all thought he had successfully defeated the Lord of Terror, who was sealed in the Catacombs of Tristram."

"Diapolo," Jiang Bing replied.

Just a name seemed to possess a bewitching power, and an unusual atmosphere seemed to permeate the air between the three of them—the smell of fear.

Akara extended a hand, emitting a soft white light that dispelled the inexplicable chill in the air, and said with a hint of reproach, "Lord Sabur, please do not casually utter the true name of a great demon god, as this may attract their attention."

"For us mortals, even the mere act of staring can be fatal."

"I really don't know how you acquired the title of 'Master'. You don't even know such basic common knowledge, or did you do it on purpose?"

Kasha stared intently at Jiang Bing's face with her sharp eyes, watching his every expression.

Unfortunately, Jiang Bing's answer surprised both of them.

He shrugged: "I'm not a mage, just a 'craftsman' with some skills, so please forgive my rudeness."

Akara wanted to question how such a massive explosion could have been created by an ordinary craftsman, but she also understood the principle of not speaking too deeply with someone you don't know well.

Kasha was much less polite. Her gaze shifted from Jiang Bing's face to the spaces between his fingers, his nails, and his palms, trying to find the evidence she wanted.

Unfortunately, Jiang Bing's hands were even more delicate than Akara's, smooth and white as if cast from white jade, without any calluses or scars.

“This is not the kind of hand an ordinary craftsman could have,” Kasha concluded in his mind.

Just as she was about to question him, Akara reached under the table and lightly patted her strong, firm thigh.

So Kasha obediently took her words back.

Chapter 688 'Blindness'

The scene suddenly quieted down, and Jiang Bing finally pulled his eyes away from the surging 'waves' and turned them to the bottles and jars displayed on the wooden shelf behind Akara.

Even though Akara is the leader of the 'Blind Sisters', her tent in the Rogue Encampment is not very big. It is filled with a lot of books and bottles and jars, a pile of alchemical equipment, and several boxes of alchemical materials, so the three of them can only sit on the wooden table at the entrance of the tent to drink tea.

This table used to be the other party's desk, and the documents and ink bottles were removed in front of Jiang Bing.

There was no other way; resources were extremely scarce in the Rogue Encampment. All the timber, leather, steel, and other resources had to be prioritized for the blacksmiths to manufacture weapons to fight the demons. Even this tent was built because Akara alchemy needed a quiet environment.

The curvaceous nun followed Jiang Bing's gaze and turned to look at the wooden shelf behind her where the potions were placed. Seeing Jiang Bing's inquisitive look, she took down a bottle of reddish-brown ice-melting potion and pushed it in front of Jiang Bing, asking, "Mr. Sabur also knows alchemy."

"I know a little, I know a little," the craftsman replied modestly.

"But I'm more curious about that thing."

Jiang Bing pointed to a small stone slab next to the shelf, on which a complex rune was engraved.

Sister Rune El picked up the stone slab from the shelf with her long, slender fingers and placed it in front of Jiang Bing.

"These are ancient characters that have been passed down from ancient times. Each one records the essence of the world. They are the language of the gods and the magical power engraved on paper."

"It is said that humans used to be able to use them skillfully to express everything, but now this knowledge has been lost and few people can understand it anymore."

“I’ve found similar writing on several stone pillars in the rocky wilderness.” With the other party’s permission, Jiang Bing picked up the rune and examined it carefully.

"That's an ancient teleportation array, built hundreds of years ago by a mage tribe, leading to Tristram in the west."

“Unfortunately, I know very little about the Way of Runes.” Akara, who was arguably the most knowledgeable person in the entire camp, admitted his shortcomings.

"Mr. Sabur is interested in these runes?" Kasha offered a helpful suggestion.

Wisps of sparks flickered at Jiang Bing's fingertips. Compared to the stone pillar, the power contained in the runes on this stone slab was more direct.

The rune name Akara refers to as "El" is actually not quite accurate; its original meaning should be light, brightness, or illumination.

This thing could very well be some kind of explicit creation code, and Anu might actually have used it to write a 'narrative history'.

Jiang Bing was naturally extremely interested in this 'foundation tool' that might be used by industry leaders.

“I know someone who is certainly knowledgeable about this. In fact, as the most renowned scholar in all of southern Kanduras, he must know the Way of Runes.”

Kasha is already considered to be fishing with a straight hook.

Jiang Bing's fingers, which were fiddling with the runes, suddenly stopped. The other person's words stirred up ripples in his distant memories.

"You mean Deckard Kane?"

“That’s right,” Kasha stood up straight and crossed his arms. “Someone witnessed him being imprisoned by demons in Tristram. I think you might be interested in the knowledge in his mind, Mr. Sabur.”

Jiang Bing pushed the rune back to Akara; he no longer needed it, having already understood its meaning.

"The Blind Sisters want to save him from the devil?"

"At this moment, we need to unite all forces that can be united to jointly confront the demonic invasion. Mr. Sabur, Deckard Kane is a renowned demon and historian, and his research on demons may be of assistance in our fight against them."

It is clear that the once glorious Sisters of the Blind have suffered heavy losses and are nearly wiped out. Their leader, Akara, is desperately trying to unite any possible external support.

Jiang Bing believed that she must have said similar things to other visitors in the camp.

That's normal, after all, demons are indeed very difficult to deal with.

"I will consider it," Jiang Bing said, not giving an easy answer.

“Of course,” Akara was impeccable in her dealings with people. She exchanged pleasantries with Jiang Bing and arranged a place for him to stay in the camp.

A cowhide blanket.

Forget about individual tents; the hastily set up Rogue camp was very cramped. After all, if the space were any larger, the Rogue troops under Kasha's command simply wouldn't be able to keep an eye on things.

“Akara, do you think he might be a spy for the demons? After all, someone like him, blinded by lust, is easily seduced by demons.”

After Jiang Bing left, Kasha immediately asked, clearly disdainful of Jiang Bing's previous 'watching the game' performance.

How can someone who can't even control their own desires be a strong person?

Akara picked up the herbal tea on the table and took a small sip.

Kasha realized then that she had opened her eyes for the first time in a long time.

Those were beautiful eyes, with green pupils like the purest emeralds, shimmering with a starry light.

"Please restrain your prejudice, Kasha, he wasn't looking at me for a single moment."

As if struck by a thought, Kasha's blackened eyes suddenly widened.

"He's looking at 'blindness,' that's impossible! How did he discover that?"

“Nothing is impossible,” Akara said, lifting the 'blind eye' on his chest, his eyes lowered, his expression solemn.

As a sacred object of the Blind Sisters, it is of course most appropriate to carry and preserve this item with you.

"His strength is probably even greater than we initially thought."

"What did you see, Akara?"

Almost everyone who escaped to the Rogue Encampment was personally received by Akara. This was not just out of consideration for respecting talent, but because the 'Blind Eye' was not only able to predict the future, but was also a powerful observational tool.

It can see into souls; none of those with dark hearts can escape Akara's 'eyes'.

This is the real reason why the leader of the Blind Sisterhood is so busy that she has to personally greet everyone. She needs to use her 'blindness' to cast a 'faction detection spell' on everyone to prevent any 'traitors' from infiltrating the camp.

After all, the destruction of the Great Monastery was largely due to the betrayal of those corrupted by demons.

The same rule cannot be applied twice, especially under the current circumstances.

Akara didn't answer the question immediately; she took a few more sips of the herbal tea she usually used to calm her nerves.

Kasha's keen eyes noticed that the nun's fingers were trembling slightly.

"Flames, golden flames that cleanse everything."

"And then?" Kasha waited for a long time but didn't get any further information from Akara, which made him a little frustrated.

The nun gently stroked the 'blind eye,' her jewel-like eyes filled with an exploration of the unknown.

“That’s all, Kasha, that’s all I can see.” Akara admitted her limitations.

The scene immediately fell silent.

Chapter 689 Kyoko

The wind carries the scent of demons, and influenced by powerful dark forces, the sky above Rogue Encampment is forever shrouded in darkness.

The only two relatively bright places in the camp were the blacksmith's shop with its ever-burning fire and a rare wooden building—the tavern.

Yes, a tavern.

Alcohol is something that humans can never live without, because sometimes people need to be numbed.

The trauma of death left the survivors in the camp in a state of constant fear and anxiety. At this moment, whether they were nobles or peasants toiling in the fields, whether they were laborers or merchants, they all had one thing in common: they had experienced the deaths of their relatives and friends.

The devil not only takes away lives, but also the beauty of life, leaving the survivors with endless pain and despair for tomorrow.

The tavern has an essential reason to exist, a fact that Akara and Kasha, the two leaders of the Rogue Encampment, are well aware of.

Not everyone is a mentally resilient warrior. If the pressure is not relieved in time, these people trapped in remote camps by demons will eventually be driven insane.

Moreover, manipulating emotions, spreading panic, creating darkness, and corrupting people's hearts are the devils' specialties. If these pent-up negative emotions are not released in time, these ordinary people with weak minds will eventually be corrupted.

Varif wasn't aware of these things. As the leader of a caravan trapped in the Rogue Encampment, all he knew was that he should just exchange all the goods he was transporting for distillate.

That way he can make a fortune.

His destination was Rugoine, a trading port on the eastern side of the Alarok Desert, where the dryness created a huge demand for refreshing light beer.

Heavy liquor is certainly not a good commodity for caravans to transport over long distances, but in this world where magic flourishes, many things have other solutions.

The Journey Stone, also known as the Wine Stone by the people, is a byproduct of advanced alchemy, but it has unexpectedly become the best-selling commodity in the Kingdom of Alanoc.

This is an irregularly shaped, polyhedral crystal, similar in size and shape to an egg. Its color ranges from deep amber to caramel brown, with a smooth, hard surface and a faint, warm, sweet aroma reminiscent of toast or honey. It feels cool to the touch and is slightly lighter than a stone of similar size.

This alchemical stone, which concentrates the essence of beer, is not difficult to manufacture, and as a magical version of the 'grape brick,' it is also very easy to use.

All you need is an egg-sized amount of tartrate, pure fresh water, let it sit for about 15-30 minutes, and then stir it thoroughly to make a large kilogram of uniquely flavored Westma Pale Beer.

Although this "magic quick-brewed beer" lacks some of the freshness of freshly brewed ale, it has one very good advantage.

It can also get people drunk, making it especially suitable for heartbroken people who want to escape reality.