Cursed Immortality

Frugal and Aven have been staying in a small villa in a prestigious area of Alliance Alive City No.492.

At this moment, both brother and sister were discussing something with enthusiastic expressions.

"Do you think Viper is Anonymous1?" Frugal asked with a hint of excitement.

Viper was the name Jacob had used to introduce himself.

Aven replied with uncertainty, "There is a possibility. But if he is Anonymous1, why do you think he delays so much? There's no reason to hide it from us right, unless he didn't trust us completely. I think he's Anonymous84322 or Anonymous4. Or he's none of them together since that sort of money is not something just a low-ranking member of our organization could have."

"Heh, you're the one to talk about trust. Didn't you hide the 'key' as well?" Frugal chuckled slyly.

Aven's lips curled up with disdain, "You're right about that. We all have our secrets, I guess. But this Viper is indeed capable if he is really able to acquire the Atomic Grenade. This would mean he's one of the upper echelons of our organization." Her expression turned stern all of a sudden, "This also means he's extremely dangerous, and he might've approached us because of the Vile Witch Layer."

Frugal squinted his eyes, "I know, right? He might be someone sent by Dad to be our hidden guardian and team up with us under the pretext of gaining part of the inheritance. Don't you find it strange that he didn't push you to give the map? It's like he knows we are telling the truth or simply doesn't care that we might be playing him. Moreover, he refused to give away his Star ID and won't stay with us."

"There is indeed such possible. But we can't be sure of anything until he gives away his Star ID. But whoever he is, as long as he's a member of our organization, once he knows our identities, he won't dare to scheme against us, much less covet our things!" Aven coldly stated.

Frugal eyes widened as realization dawned on him, "Sis, don't tell me…"

Aven smiled deviously, "Just let your big sis handle it."

"Sigh… you really reminded me of Mother!" Frugal was a spectacle.

"Beep…"

A bell suddenly rang, and both of them looked at each other knowingly.

"He's here." Aven solemnly stated.

"I'll get him," Frugal stated before a mask and cloak appeared on his persona, and Aven also did the same before nodding. They both didn't show their faces to Jacob, nor he ever showed any interest in seeing them.

At the villa door, Jacob stood as he waited for someone to open the door. Since only he knew about this place, he knew Frugal and Aven would know it was him. Furthermore, they had learned from their mistake and rented a villa with a security system, so not just anyone could enter without alarming them.

Thereupon, the door opened, and Frugal, in a hooded cloak, appeared and greeted him, "Sir Viper, we were just talking about you."

"Is that so?" Jacob coolly replied as he walked inside, "How's the preparation going?"

Frugal closed the door and walked with Jacob as he led him toward Aven and answered, "We have done our part and recruited 18 mercenaries."

"Will they be enough?" Jacob asked impassively.

"More than enough." Frugal confidently replied before asking back in anticipation, "What about you? Did sir succeed?"

Jacob clearly knew what Frugal was hinting at and nodded, "Of course."

Frugal's eyes lit up as he questioned with ecstasy like a gossiper, "Then I must congratulate you, sir Viper! This time that prick Faceless Ancient really showed his fangs, and the competition was far more intense than last time. Do you think the White Sun Missile is as destructive as he claimed it to be? And do you mind telling me who you are? Anonymous84322, Anonymous4, or Anonymous1?"

Jacob's expression remained unreadable as he replied, "I can't comment on the White Sun Missile since no one has seen it in action. I'm as clueless as you. As for what my anonymous ID is, let it be a secret. It's better this way."

Frugal looked somewhat dejected but didn't push the matter since it was Jacob's secret, and it would be rude to continue asking, or he might offend him.

'I'm glad the Society Killer didn't win everything this time, or it would be hard to explain…' Jacob thought.

Frugal seemed to be a great gossiper as he asked all sorts of questions, and Jacob replied with few words without showing any excessive emotions. They finally appeared where Aven was waiting.

She noticed Frugal's hidden hand signal, and her eyes widened ever so slightly. She greeted respectfully, "Sir Viper, welcome."

"Thank you." Jacob nodded in acknowledgment as he sat down, and Frugal sat beside Aven.

Jacob didn't beat around the bush as he stated, "The grenade will have arrived in 3 days. You guys should call the mercenary group as well. We'll leave at dawn on the 4th day. Of course, if there is still something unsettled, we can increase the time."

Aven shook her head, "No, we are prepared, and the mercenaries will have arrived as long as I message them."

"If that's the case, then it's settled. In the meantime, do you mind lending me a room, or I can find another place to stay if you prefer it that way." Said Jacob coolly.

"Please don't jest, Sir Viper. This place is too big for two of us, and you can take any room you fancy. On the contrary, we would be at ease if you were staying here." Aven quickly agreed.

"Then you have my gratitude. If there isn't anything, then I would be retiring in seclusion for three days to prepare myself for our venture." Jacob declared impassively.

"There is, actually." Aven said with a hint of uncertainty, "Since you won the action did you talk with Faceless Ancient?"

Jacob didn't answer; instead, he asked, "And why is that important?"

"I'm just curious about him like everyone, aren't you?"

Jacob looked deeply at the hooded giant and replied, "Indeed I am, and I'd tried to have a chat with him, but sadly he didn't reply at all except for the grace period. He's probably very cautious of people like us!"