Chapter 92: The Lovers’ Hunt

Miaomiaonia began explaining the mission objective to the group: “The targets are named Yixing and Quyi—a pair of lovers. Somehow, they’ve turned into beasts. The guild doesn’t care about the details; the higher-ups just want this problem dealt with quickly.”

“So it’s those two.”

Upon hearing Yixing’s name, the three others—except for Nanaya—each showed a distinct expression.

Miaomiaonia seemed a bit surprised. “Looks like you have some history with them?”

Recalling the incident from when she was selling medicine, Menglinna had no fondness for Yixing, who loved stirring up trouble. She said coldly, “She made things difficult for me during a transaction before.”

Shiya and Kaili, who had witnessed the scene, nodded in agreement. “Indeed, a detestable person.”

“Then it seems you won’t go easy on them,” Miaomiaonia said with a satisfied nod. “That man is her boyfriend.”

Menglinna opened another file. The photo on the first page caught her slightly off guard. “This guy… just a few days ago, he came to our church asking me to perform a purification ritual. I never expected it was because he found out he was turning into a beast?”

Nanaya chimed in from the side, “Exactly. At that time, he asked that scumbag… Menglinna to perform the ritual. But in the end, we only treated his wounds.”

Miaomiaonia picked up on one detail in their account with interest. “Wounds?”

Menglinna tried hard to recall what she had seen. “A string of bite marks. As if someone had bitten him.”

Shiya couldn’t help but summarize, “Sounds like some kind of disease that spreads through bites—like a mix of werewolf and zombie virus. It’s contagious and causes transformation at specific times.”

“If we handed them over to Yana Central Hospital, those guys could probably churn out a few papers. But unfortunately, our guild isn’t an academic institution,” Miaomiaonia said, turning to Menglinna. “Since he came to you for a purification ritual before, could you use that as an excuse to lure them to your church and eliminate them?”

Nanaya shook her head. “Probably not. The church is right next to the guild, and traffic is heavy. If they entered the church, they’d definitely be seen, and that could lead the trail back to us.”

She wasn’t eager to invite trouble by killing someone in their own church.

“Makes sense,” Miaomiaonia nodded. “Well, I’ll arrange some special commissions for them soon. Then you find a way to take them out. How about that?”

“No problem.”

After asking a few more details, the group returned to the small church they used as a temporary base.

The church was currently closed to the public, making it perfect for their discussion.

With such an important commission hanging over them, the four were a bit tense.

Menglinna hung the two targets’ files on the blackboard in her room, signaling the start of the meeting.

“First, let’s go over the current situation!”

Menglinna quickly wrote on the blackboard with chalk: “What we know so far is that these two are a couple. Recently, they kicked out their other teammates and now only have a two-person adventuring party. Every day, they accept commissions like normal adventurers. Miaomiaonia will soon assign them some special tasks, aiming to create a suitable assassination opportunity for us.”

“First, we need to determine the timing for the assassination,” Nanaya said, looking at the daily schedule of the pair for reference. “If we want to strike, the best times would be during their commission work, or after they finish and head home but before they transform into beasts.”

Although they could also slay them after they turned into monsters, there was a risk that the monster corpses would be requisitioned by research institutions, leading to exposure. So Miaomiaonia’s requirement was to assassinate them in human form if possible.

This question was almost unnecessary, since with Miaomiaonia acting as their eyes and ears, they could accurately track the pair’s commissions.

“Assassinating them in the city might bring unnecessary trouble, but out in the field during a commission, there are fewer restrictions.”

On this point, everyone agreed.

“Then let’s ask Miaomiaonia to help arrange it,” Menglinna said, adding a note to her memo pad. “The assassination location is settled. But how do we handle the bodies?”

The best approach, as Miaomiaonia instructed, was to destroy all identifying features of the bodies to the point where their race was completely unrecognizable.

The group looked at Nanaya, who raised her hand. “My flames can melt everything. The goblin before was burned down to just bones. I think burning away the flesh should be enough.”

That would work. Something along those lines.

After half a day of discussion, Menglinna went to find Miaomiaonia.

After briefly explaining the group’s conclusions and plan, Miaomiaonia nodded. “I roughly understand your plan. I’ll start arranging commissions for them, sending them to remote, uninhabited areas as much as possible.”

Miaomiaonia was the quest receptionist; it was easy for her to assign a commission to someone.

Menglinna nodded. “Then we’ll wait for your good news.”

“I’ll start assigning them tomorrow,” Miaomiaonia said, pulling out a commission from under the desk. “By the way, they’re working in the guild’s artificial dungeon today. Want to go check it out?”

The so-called artificial dungeon was a special dungeon controlled by the guild. Since the boss at its deepest level hadn’t been defeated, the dungeon continuously spawned monsters.

The guild “farmed” such dungeons, recording each spawn point and sending adventurers to block them.

Each adventurer had their own assigned spot, where they had to eliminate a specific type of monster repeatedly at set intervals, like assembly line workers tightening screws. Such commissions were commonly called “grinding.”

This dungeon was essentially a sweatshop, overcrowded with workers. Assassination was nearly impossible there.

“It wouldn’t hurt to take a look.”

Menglinna thought it over and decided to accept Miaomiaonia’s suggestion.

She sent a message to her teammates to explain the situation and then headed to the dungeon where the two were working.

For this kind of reconnaissance, one person was enough; more people would only increase the risk of exposure.

Thinking this, Menglinna entered the factory entrance.

Miaomiaonia had given her a fake identity as a cart pusher. Donning a hard hat, Menglinna pushed a cart and went inside the factory.

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