Chapter 1333


    Chris would have to procure the aid of tomb raiders and get them to secure the entrance before he


    could make his way into the imperial mausoleum.


    Perhaps the immortals the chief told Zeke and Mr. Collins about were the tomb raiders Chris had gotten


    in touch with.


    In the end, Zeke asked, “Chief, do the immortals have the capability to raid a tomb?”


    As soon as the chief heard Zeke’s words, his expression changed as the veins on his forehead bulged


    because he got worked up abruptly.


    “Yes! Those four ba****ds are extremely skillful tomb raiders! They have always euphemized their


    actions and told us they were there on behalf of the vigers who had passed on. Since they’re


    immortals, we dared not offend them either.”


    Finally, Zeke could be certain the so-called immortals were the tomb raiders who had secured the


    entrance to the imperial mausoleum on Chris’ behalf.


    “Chief, can you please bring us to their ce immediately?” Zeke’s words sounded as though it was


    more of an order instead of a request.


    “Why don’t we drop by their ce once we finish the meals? After all, I have prepared all sorts of


    delicacies to treat both of you!” The chief counter offered.


    “We need to get going immediately,” Mr. Collins urged because he was aware the so-called immortals


    the chief had been talking about might be involved in the murder of the Seal Mercenary.


    In the end, the chief gave in to their request and brought them over to the so-called immortals’ ce.


    They ended up in front of a poorly maintained straw-bale house. Even though the ce wasn’t


    equipped with any windows or doors, the party of three could detect the stenching from inside of


    the ce.


    Once they entered the straw-bale house, they were greeted by an extremely messy scene.


    There were four men lying on top of a tattered wooden bed. They were sleeping soundly by the time


    the party of three made their way into their ce.


    The chief exined, “They are always asleep during the day because they spend most of their time


    working in the night. I’ll wake them up immediately.”


    Once the chief finished his sentence, he rushed over to wake them up from their sleep. “Tourneau,


    Duneau, wake up.”


    Zeke surveyed the surrounding of the so-called immortals’ ce and had his gaze fixated on the


    dustbin because he detected some antiques hidden underneath the pile of rubbish.


    As a matter of fact, the antiques ranged from collectables to cultural artefacts from different nations.


    It was evident the few tomb raiders had been busy over the past few years. They must have had


    generated a fortune through trading the stolen relics.


    Tourneau and hisrades were roused from sleep due to the chiefs summon.


    He was enraged and yelled at the chief, “What the hell do you want? I’m having a drink with the


    reapers! You shouldn’t have woken me up because we were talking about how long you would live!”


    “D-Did the reapers tell you how long I would live?” The chief asked in a quivering voice as though he


    was afraid of Tourneau.


    In return, Tourneau said, “They were about to tell me, but before they could spill the beans, you had


    dragged us back to the mortal realm.”


    Finally, Tourneau noticed the presence of Zeke and Mr. Collins. He asked, “Huh? Who the hell are


    they?”


    “They are the census enumerators and are dropping by the vige to verify the members of the vige.”


    The chief replied and exined the purpose of Zeke and Mr. Collins’ visit.


    Tourneau’s eyes gleamed all of a sudden as he eximed, “Oh! The reapers told us two annoying


    figures would drop by and pay us a visit soon. They must be the annoying ones the reapers were


    talking about previously.”


    He coughed vigorously and warned Zeke and Mr. Collins as he reached for a cigarette, “Both of you


    are about to die soon. Do you want to prolong your lifespan?”


    Mr. Collins asked with a superficial smile, “Oh? What should we do to prolong our lives?”


    In return, Tourneau replied in a contemptuous manner, “Give me a hundred thousand, and I’ll bribe the


    reapers on your behalf. I’ll get them to turn a blind eye on both of you and leave your souls alone for


    the time being.”


    “Oh? Does that mean we’re able to purchase our lives using money? If that’s the case, how much does


    it cost to take the lives of every one of you here? I can’t wait to do that!” Mr. Collins’ eyes glinted


    wrathfully as he replied in a sarcastic manner.


    Strong murderous intent could be detected from the infuriated man because he could no longer


    suppress his anger.


    He was certain the so-called immortals were rted to the death of the Seal Mercenary.


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    In short, Mr. Collins was ready to take them out and get them to bear the consequences of their actions


    with their lives.


    “Hmph! You insolent fool! How dare you insult us? I’llin about you in front of the reapers! We’ll


    get them to drag you to hell!” In return, Tourneau yelled hysterically as he was enraged.


    “You know what? I’ll send you to hell immediately! Why don’t you catch up with Hades in hell instead?”


    Mr. Collins gritted his teeth and warned the impudent fools.


    “Hold it right there!” Zeke broke the silence and stopped Mr. Collins immediately because thetter was


    about to go berserk.


    In return, he reminded Mr. Collins, “Have you forgotten the objective of our visit? We have to stay put


    and lie low for the time being. I’m afraid we will never get our hands on the mastermind if we take out


    his subordinates now.”


    In the end, Mr. Collins clenched his fists and tried his best to suppress his anger.