Joyan, aware that her mistress was visiting the underworld, did not question why she was going there, understanding that her role was to fulfill her master’s wishes and wait trustingly.
Thanks to Joyan, Biare was able to easily board the prearranged carriage.
Today, no matter what, she had to buy information from the guild master of ‘Bernard Street 34’.
As time continued to pass since her return to the past, she didn’t want any more delays in her plans.
‘I hope everything goes well.’
Biare, who habitually bit her nails, finally arrived at the underworld after taking a rugged and deserted path.
Pulling her robe over her head, she cautiously looked around before heading to ‘Bernard Street 34’.
From the outside, it looked like an ordinary pub, but that was a naive thought for those unaware of its true nature.
“Are you here alone?”
Responding to the clerk’s indifferent voice, Biare nodded and replied softly.
“I’ve come to seek the Absence of God.”
In the underworld, ‘the Absence of God’ was the alias used by the guild master of ‘Bernard Street 34’.
He held a power comparable to the Ekartho God of the Marta Empire, at least within the underworld.
His existence was revered second only to the deity by those who frequented this place.
The clerk, noting her intention to meet the guild master, politely guided her upstairs.
After passing a long corridor and reaching a wall, he pressed a button hidden behind a painting, revealing a secret door.
Following a dark path, they found another imposing door under a flame-lit lantern.
The clerk stopped in front of it, knocked several times, and announced.
“There is one seeking the Absence of God.”
Waiting beside him, Biare felt her lips dry with tension.
Soon, a man with his face hidden behind a black mask appeared through the slightly opened door.
‘Is that the guild master?’
Swallowing dryly, Biare walked towards him, and he greeted her with an affable laugh.
“Such an honor for the lady to grace us with her presence.”
Biare felt relieved that her face was concealed by her robe.
If he recognized her status, it could escalate into an issue for her family.
“Are you the guild master here?”
“Hmm, I wonder. What brings you here today?”
Not answering her question, he seated Biare and soon directed another clerk to bring some tea. When Biare placed a pouch filled with Bennet coins on the table, the man, who seemed to be the guild’s deputy master, smiled with satisfaction.
“Unfortunately, I am not ‘the Absence of God.’ I’m the deputy guild master here.”
He introduced himself as the deputy and added that all information must go through ‘the Absence of God’.
Disappointed with his unsatisfactory response, Biare furrowed her brows.
“Then where is ‘the Absence of God’?”
“He has another main occupation, so meeting him today will be difficult.”
Biare clenched her fists on her lap, frustrated at the unexpected setback.
Unperturbed by his guest’s feelings, he yawned and stretched.
“My master recently inherited the guild.”
“When will your master come?”
He shrugged and made a ‘V’ gesture with his fingers before handing her a card.
“Take this.”
Examining the card given by him, Biare squinted and asked.
“Isn’t this a magically imbued item?”
“Exactly. It’s a magical tool.”
His casual mention of magic left Biare speechless. In the Marta Empire, magic was forbidden, but here, it seemed rumors of illegal trade in magical tools were true.
“Ah, I understand your concerns, Lady. But don’t worry. It has protective magic to conceal its own traces.”
The magical tool, which left no trace and fulfilled communication purposes, appeared to be just an ordinary card.
“I will initiate contact once you return to your place.”
Biare remained silent, and he reassured her.
“You will be pleased. The Absence of God has an excellent nose for the scent of money.”
The deputy guild master gave an unspoken assurance that she would obtain the information she sought.
Though she wasn’t entirely convinced by his words, she had no choice but to trust him for now.
The Bernard Street 34 was known to be the most famous information broker in the empire.
“I will trust your words this time.”
“You will have no regrets, Lady.”
He promised that she would hear from ‘the Absence of God’ on the eve of the Sabbath under the waning moon, then disappeared abruptly.
Male lead is a Divorced Husband
She said to him: “Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change it!”
Liu Changning transmigrated into a female cannon fodder character in a female-dominant novel.
After reading the first half of the novel’s plot, the first thing she did upon transmigration was to divorce the Pan Jinlian-style male protagonist she had just married.
She indulged herself, pretending to be ugly and poor.
But as time passed, the way that man looked at her became more and more unusual…
Liu Changning was dumbfounded: Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change!
――
This lifetime, Pei Yuanshao was rejected by the same woman twice!
The first time, she drove him away. Forced by the situation, he endured the waves of anger in his heart, yielding and humbling himself.
That person lay slanted on a rocking chair, her sallow face emotionless: “If you don’t want a divorce, go cook!”
Pei Yuanshao’s face was dark and gloomy: “You!”
The second time, after the crisis in Jinling City was resolved, the new emperor sent someone to pick him up. He turned around, stammering: “I… I have to go. If you keep me…”
That person lay on the kang bed, her back to him, as if she had long anticipated this day, crisp and clear: “Goodbye!”
Pei Yuanshao was so angry his fingers trembled: “You… you!”
The mission of family and country made him restrain himself, averting his eyes and turning to leave this broken household.
Two years later, they met again. Seeing her ethereal face, his body shook like a sieve.
“She was originally a ‘she’!”
At the Qionglin Banquet, the top scholar of the imperial examination, a talented person with exceptional speech and conduct, all the unmarried young gentlemen from aristocratic families looked at her with shy and timid eyes.
The peerless imperial official Pei Yuanshao felt the anger in his heart erupt. He pointed at the woman surrounded by the crowd at the Qionglin Banquet, his thin lips slightly curled: “Little sister, I wants that person to be the wife-master of my Mingde Prince Manor.”
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