Chapter 445: Where Is the Princess?
“Will this ‘Revelation’ state persist indefinitely?” Ashe glanced at everyone. “Also, none of your next steps seem to include work… So, are we disbanding our Funeral Firm on the spot?”
“It’s not about work right now; it’s about daily interactions to strengthen our bonds,” Annan responded. “Also, ‘Revelation’ isn’t on all the time. In the lower city, it only lasts for five minutes every hour.”
Just as Annan finished speaking, Harvey finally ‘puffed’ his catnip cigarette alight. It was like a signal of liberation. Igor instantly relaxed and returned to normal, Banjeet closed his notebook and exited his code-writing mode, and Annan released Ashe’s hand but remained seated beside him.
Only Lise kept her head buried in his arms, adopting an ostrich-like posture, too shy to face anyone.
“How are you feeling?” Ashe asked.
“Honestly, I feel pretty good.” The necromancer exhaled a smoke ring towards the underground city and said, “An irresistible craving is suppressed by a higher form of rationality, absolute will reigning over all hormones… It feels like the easygoing days before prison.”
“Indeed,” Banjeet couldn’t help nodding. “It’s like a clogged sewer suddenly cleared. Thoughts flow smoothly with perfect clarity. The name ‘Revelation’ is well deserved. Unlike Vamora’s ‘white mist,’ which forces physiological satisfaction through stimulants, ‘Revelation’ offers mental fulfillment. If there are five minutes of such bliss every hour, it’s no wonder so many people want to stay in the underground city.”
“Sounds pretty good,” Ashe looked at the Con Artist. “But why do you look so miserable, Igor? Just act according to your instincts.”
Igor glared fiercely at the Cult Leader. “Who do you think caused this?!”