As the two of them stepped up the stairs, White, who had returned here early, went to "Mother's" room upon the maid's notification.

In the past, White would feel very happy after completing a task and meeting Mother.

Today, White still felt happy;

But for some unknown reason, within her heavily cloaked joy, there was a hint of unease.

The twelfth floor of the Blackstone Tower is where the matron resides, and in the past, she would meet White here, which was no exception this time.

The armored spearmen guards, upon seeing the top assassin "Silver Blade" approach the door, did not think much of it;

With a loud shout, the guards immediately informed those inside to slowly open the massive metal door, over ten meters high.

As the door opened, White gradually saw the scene inside and, as before, she saw the grand hall and the throne of the superior figures.

In the center of the hall, in front of the throne, stood a woman dressed in a snowy silk skirt at the bottom, a smoke-patterned snow-colored long coat on top, and a plain white robe draped over, standing upright as expected.

With a middle-parted hairstyle, and deliberately cutting the dark hair at the temples shorter;

Various pearls and jade ornaments adorned her hair, tied with a white satin ribbon at the back of her head, lightly applied rouge and lip balm, making her look exceptionally luxurious.

However, compared to her exterior, the woman's sunken cheeks, pale skin, and frighteningly thin face made her appear somewhat dangerous.

To normal eyes, this woman might appear alarming, but White felt a warm and affectionate familiarity that could be attributed to a preconceived impression.

The woman was the chairwoman of the Calamity Eradication Society, and she also held the position of the lord of the Blackstone City;

Upon seeing her most trusted subordinate return, she opened her arms and walked slowly toward White.

"My dear child, come here, let Mother have a good look at you!"

After that, whether White rushed into "Mother's" embrace or the chairwoman embraced White, the two figures definitely embraced each other.

After a brief silence that lasted for about ten seconds, White raised her head. Without acting cute towards "Mother" or mentioning the new task she received, she silently requested,

"Can I continue what I didn't finish before after completing this task?"

Over the past decade, the chairwoman had come to understand White's unspoken words very well, but she couldn't hide the surprise that appeared on her face.

Continue what wasn't finished before?

Was there a need for that? Wasn't that task canceled?

Such a suggestion was indeed a first for White;

In the chairwoman's mind, this matter seemed strange, so out of a need for understanding, she turned to ask White,

"My dear child, why are you so concerned about the previous task?"

Initially, White didn't want to answer, but since she was asked, she couldn't pretend she didn't hear or lie;

In the end, amidst a silence, White roughly recounted everything that had transpired between her and the "big brother."

As a side note:

Details such as kissing were omitted from White's account.

During the listening process, the pupils of the chairwoman's eyes grew darker, like a moonless night, almost capable of swallowing everything that entered into them...

Just as White narrated her own experiences in a storytelling manner, Wang Xiaole and the veiled black-clad girl had already arrived at the fifth floor of the spire.

The first three floors are where guests make their requests, with the task hall located on the fourth floor;

As for the fifth floor, it serves as the resting and living quarters for a group of assassins, with bedrooms deep inside each.

"Guests are not allowed to enter the assassins' rooms! If there is a need for hiring or delivering a message, let us handle it;

Afterwards, guests should proceed to the task hall, where they can negotiate with the chosen assassin."

Well-trained soldiers stand guard at the entrance to the assassins' quarters;

While this arrangement ensures that assassins like Bai can rest undisturbed, it also serves as a way for the Disaster Elimination Society to restrict their personal freedom.

In this world, even ordinary people without power have the right to live freely;

But for strong individuals like Bai, who may earn a lot of money for the organization and make significant contributions, they are still like caged birds, unable to even control their daily lives.

In the assassins' minds, the organization may be their only home.

However, from the organization's perspective, they are merely tools to make money.

Realizing this, Wang Xiaole understood that this place was far worse than he had imagined, and having Bai stay here was definitely not a good idea.

Actually, Wang Xiaole didn't have much affection for this place to begin with;

In his Lolita-loving heart, he firmly believed in one truth:

No matter how cruel the era is, girls like Bai should not be allowed to do overly harmful things to others;

Lolitas should be carefully protected, spoiled, and cherished, not used as tools to be manipulated at will.

Since Wang Xiaole had just confirmed in his heart that this so-called "home" was not good for Bai's growth and future, he became even more determined in his purpose for coming here.

It was not just about meeting her once anymore!

He decided that if things went smoothly, he would take Bai away from this place;

If things didn't go well, he would snatch her away from here!

With his plan clear in his mind, a glimpse of fierceness flashed in Wang Xiaole's eyes.

He and the girl exchanged a glance, relying on each other's cleverness to understand their specific tasks.

Leaving aside the ordinary soldiers who were only at the level of the "Batterfield Harvester," there was currently one target to pay attention to on this floor.

It was a giant eye floating in the air, surrounded by dozens of thin, fluffy hairs that drooped down like special tails.

This creature was called the "One-eye," with little combat power but extremely strong vitality; even if someone stabbed a hole in its middle, it wouldn't die.

To kill this creature, it had to be chopped to pieces or blasted into bits, otherwise it would run away at lightning speed before losing its life.

Due to its speed and resilience, this creature has been domesticated by many humans for decades, serving the purpose of surveillance and reporting.

The appearance of the One-eye on this floor clearly indicated that the President of the Disaster Elimination Society had harbored suspicions about the guests who came to this floor for assignments.

If the visitors were honest civilians, then it was fine, but if they had malicious intentions, any misdeeds in front of the One-eye would prompt it to immediately escape and report to a designated location.

Taking this into consideration, Wang Xiaole and the young girl reached a consensus:

the floating creature must not be allowed to escape under any circumstances!

Otherwise, if it managed to leave, soldiers from the upper and lower levels would converge here to encircle the area.

Causing such a huge commotion would undoubtedly not be a good idea at this moment;

Wang Xiaole made up his mind, determined not to draw too much attention to himself at least until he met Bai.

For this reason, he and the young girl had to divide their roles clearly;

they both had to act independently yet simultaneously, taking out the soldiers and the one-eyed creature separately.

"If there's nothing else, please leave immediately!"

The soldiers started ushering people out, and under their fierce gazes, Wang Xiaole, the seemingly friendly-faced individual, chuckled a few times.

"Alright, we're leaving now."

As these words were spoken, in an instant, his right hand, which had already moved to his back, suddenly flung the scabbard forward, knocking several soldiers unconscious with just one strike.

At the same time, a beam of light pierced through the one-eyed creature, shattering it from the inside the moment it hit, without a sound.

Shortly after both the soldiers and the one-eyed creature were dealt with, a group of odd creatures that had sensed the abnormality began pouring out of a dozen or so sealed rooms on this level.

Resembling humans in shape, walking unsteadily and occasionally letting out monster-like roars...

These creatures, known as zombies in the eastern continent, could be colloquially understood as dead bodies that had undergone mutations and regained life.

To be honest, Wang Xiaole did not consider these zombies to be very dangerous; he merely wanted to prevent them from causing more trouble and attracting guards from other levels.

To achieve this, sound had to be isolated, but how could they do it?

Later, Wang Xiaole came up with an idea and immediately turned to ask the young girl, "Can you create a soundproof barrier?"

"Yes, I can."

"Then please do it!"

Even if a considerable commotion was accidentally caused on this level, Wang Xiaole's mind remained clear.

After instructing the young girl to shield the sound on this level, ensuring that neither the upper nor the lower levels could hear the sounds of battle, he firmly grasped the scabbard and wielded it like a sword.

A sweeping sword energy cut through the air, marking the beginning of the battle.

The zombies were incredibly fast, but Wang Xiaole was even faster.

Transforming into a flash of light, he plunged into the sea of zombies, instantly carving out a path.

Dealing with extraterrestrial beings, his attacks were particularly ruthless and focused, as if he was born for battle.

Despite only having a scabbard left on him now, Wang Xiaole had more than enough to deal with the horde of attacking creatures, and in a way, he even found joy in it.

After casting her magic, the young girl was not to be outdone and charged in as well;

the element of wind swirled around her, forming a spreading whirlwind of death;

every zombie swept away by the whirlwind ended up with no intact bodies.

In comparison, Wang Xiaole's moves were not as flashy, but his mastery of skills far surpassed that of the young girl.

When using a sword or a scabbard, he adhered to a single principle: "to cleave"!