Rivers of the Night - Chapter 705

705: Rules 705: Rules If you were going to hide anything, it seemed that this sex wall was going to be the most obvious place.

Every other location was wide open and too easily exposed.

But this sex wall… Theron scanned everything row by row.

His eyes hadn’t picked up any formations on the first go, so it could only mean that whatever passage was hidden here was done the normal way.

But he also had to consider something else.

If he entered this room and then suddenly vanished, they would know that there was a hidden mechanism here somewhere.

If Theron could find the location of the hidden passageway, then it was only a matter of time before they were also able to, given enough time.

Theron threw this problem to the back of his mind for the time being and suddenly took a step forward, pressing down a piece of the wall of shelves before him.

Something depressed beneath his palm and then formations he hadn’t been able to see before suddenly snapped into place.

‘I see…’ It seemed that the reason he couldn’t see the formations before was because their sigils hadn’t been connected.

The moment he pressed down on the shelf, the two disconnected portions snapped together, completing the circuit and allowing the formation to breathe Mana.

The result…?

The small nook opened up.

‘Perfect.’ Theron realized that something else was to his advantage here.

The opening was very small, clearly designed for the small frame of a woman… or a small teenage boy like himself.

His shoulders were a touch too broad to enter, but he should be able to squeeze himself in without too much discomfort.

His flexibility had always been excellent.

The moment Theron had the thought, his gaze flickered as though he had connected something odd.

Was his flexibility related to his Mana?

But he wasn’t a Flux Mancer… Theron had no choice but to bury this thought as well as he slipped past the shelves, making sure not to knock over the sex toys.

The wall slid closed behind him and the room fell into silence as though no one had been there at all.

… On the other side of the wall, Theron began to move forward.

He couldn’t move as freely in the tunnel as the female assassin could because his shoulders were basically locked in place.

He also didn’t want to use [Shadow Step] because that might leak Mana and alert others to his location.

So, instead, he chose the slow and methodical approach without panic.

It took a while, a little over five minutes, before everything started widening around him.

He reverse engineered his current location within the pavilion based on the tunnel he had followed to now, and he concluded that he was nearing the ceiling of the main pavilion now.

If he was correct, the tunnel was actually on a very slight slope upward.

It dug through the wall, carving out a line between it and the ceiling of the same floor in the main pavilion.

This somehow also bypassed a ton of security measures.

But the question was if the main pavilion had had time to shore up this weakness or not.

Theron soon got his answer.

‘As expected.’ Right before Theron was a dead end.

However, his gaze flickered soon after as he realized that this dead end wasn’t here by the Soul Mancers of the pavilion.

No, it had a trace of the aura of the female assassin.

Clever.

This wall must have been prepared by her as a contingency in case she was ever exposed.

Even amongst the Soul Mancers responsible for upkeep of the formations of the pavilion, there are probably very few that know that the assassin’s guild is sharing space with them.

This is definitely a tightly held secret.

So, if they sent anyone to repair this problem and they ran into this wall, they might assume that there was no way forward as this was how the building was designed.

The female assassin likely escaped through another path.

Meaning… Theron brought the pendant forward and the wall opened up a slit for him to slide through.

Soon, Theron had entered a cavity of the ceiling tall enough for him to stand to his feet.

The wall he passed through just now closed up as though it had never opened.

Beneath his feet were metal brackets formed into a uniform square grid.

Pulsing formations protected one from falling through the ceiling and also from levying an attack from here as well.

It seemed that they were already prepared for this sort of vulnerability.

‘I guess this is going to be as good a place as any.’ Theron took a seat on the metal brackets and pulled out a familiar spatial ring, ready to find out what he could.

… Back in the assassin’s guild, a pair of figures moved like the wind, returning to the female assassin’s abode with haste.

BOOM.

The doors flew from the hinges, a combination of formation disruption and violent strength.

However, when they entered, they found that no one at all was there.

“Impossible.

I was monitoring this hallway the entire time.” The secondary figure didn’t say a word in response, scanning the entire region.

However, even after several pass-overs, they found nothing at all.

Neither one of them seemed to flinch at the sex wall either.

They were assassins who had killed more people than they cared to count at this point.

The number of sick, twisted things they had seen in their lives were innumerable.

This wasn’t even in the 50th percentile of the wildest things they had experienced.

“It’s either your monitoring abilities aren’t as good as you think they are, or there’s another exit hidden here somewhere.” “That’s against the rules.” The secondary figure looked toward the assassin Theron had met in the hallway.

He didn’t say anything, but the sharp gaze spoke out every word.

Since when did assassins who made it to this level ever give a damn about the rules?