Don't confiscate my identity as a human race-Chapter 1233 - 806: Hyperion Will End His Life

It was a drizzly morning in Brilda, with a bustle of traffic outside the Kalchi Art Gallery at 84 Charing Cross Street.

The three-story building, built in the sixteenth century of the Solar Calendar, is quaint and elegant, with ivory-white walls adorned with intricate reliefs, and a brick-red roof wrapped in ivy looming through the mist.

The gallery's heavy doors were firmly shut, and the "Open for Business" sign swayed under the dim streetlights, casting a cold gleam that made the surrounding streets seem especially serene.

This private art gallery, founded by Professor Harrison Kalchi from the Cerryti Empire Royal Academy of Arts, has a history of nearly a century. It has changed hands several times but still maintains the gallery's business.

But today's Kalchi Art Gallery was not hosting any art salon but was waiting for a special visitor.

Eleven o'clock sharp.

"This is the place."

Accompanied by a young woman's chatter, the heavy oak door of the gallery, with its bronze handle, was pushed open.

"It's November fourth before you know it."

"At the end of this month is the anniversary of the Cerryti Empire's founding, and not only will there be a national celebration, but the Twelve War Gods will also return to Brilda to receive the blessings of the God of War and Sword. It feels like something significant is bound to happen that day."

Dressed in a dark navy double-breasted trench coat and carrying a Birkin bag, Hyperion gracefully walked into the gallery, removing her sunglasses to reveal her aristocratic amber eyes, followed by Antanas and others who were casually chatting as they entered the interior.

The first thing that caught their eye was a flowing water fountain statue in the style of the Elsayia Holy Domain.

Passing through the lobby, the high-ceilinged exhibition hall, about five hundred square meters, was clad with pale yellow wallpaper with rose patterns, surrounded by the dignified paintings of famed artists. Branching crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, brightening the entire space. A staircase with deep red carpet spiraled upwards, leading to the VIP room on the second floor and the office area on the third.

The air was filled with a subtle scent of vetiver and cedar, refreshing yet composed.

"Welcome to the Kalchi Art Gallery, may I help you?"

A young clerk dressed in a black uniform with a name tag pinned to his chest came forward and asked the five guests respectfully.

"I heard that you have two new pieces by Mr. Malit, I'm very interested."

Hyperion replied with a translating spell in standard Brildan accent, also casually touching her left earlobe with the thumb and index finger of her right hand.

"They are 'The Return at Sunset' and 'The Sky Melting'. I'm sure they will be among Master Malit's signature works. Their surrealistic style is truly eye-catching. Would you like to see them in detail?"

Clearing his throat, the clerk responded in the same soft and low tone.

"Of course."

A slight smile crossed Hyperion's lips as she replied to the clerk.

"Please follow me."

The clerk nodded understandingly.

He made a "please" gesture with his hand and led the group through the exhibition hall to the stairs leading to the second floor.

Antanas silently followed.

She didn't know the specific meaning behind the coded conversation between Hyperion and the clerk.

But the clerk must have used the paintings to imply whether they could meet today and whether the person they were looking for was upstairs.

If Hyperion declined, it meant they would come back the next day; if she agreed, she would be taken upstairs to meet the Allied Forces' intelligence officers stationed in Brilda.

Stepping onto the staircase with deep red wool carpet, the Bingxue Witch trailed behind, her slender fingers caressing the carved handrail, with a faint musty wooden scent lingering at her nostrils.

After thirteen steps, they walked along the second-floor corridor of the gallery.

Against the brown walls, several brass wall lamps emitted dim halos, the space becoming increasingly secluded.

The clerk led them through the winding corridor to an inconspicuous wooden door at the very end.

He took out a brass key with mechanical craftsmanship from his pocket, inserted it into the keyhole, and gave it a gentle twist.

With a click, the massive wooden door slowly opened, unveiling the office behind it.

"Miss Unity has been waiting for you for some time, please come in."

The clerk made an inviting gesture with his body turned aside.

They were within a Prohibited Zone, a place where conversations could be safe and private.

After leading Hyperion and her companions into the office, the clerk gently tapped the bookshelf on the wall three times, then quickly knocked twice more.

"Please come in."

A cold female voice came from behind the bookshelf.

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The bookshelf mechanism opened, revealing another office connected to the first one.

The clerk then took his leave.

Hyperion bid him farewell, passed through the bookshelf, and entered, followed closely by Pranay, Antanas, Sinola, and Almis.

They found themselves in a room roughly thirty square meters, with antique marble carvings decorating the ceiling. The curtains were tightly drawn with only the ticking of an antique standing clock being heard.

In the center of the room on the sofa coffee table, a woman dressed in a black long dress sat elegantly.

She was well-proportioned and carried an austere demeanor.

Hyperion recognized at a glance the battle-hardened prowess of the woman.

Even though they were both at the peak of Sixth-order, the woman's combat experience was far superior to her own, and in a real fight, she would likely be completely dominated by this female.

This woman must be Miss Unity—their liaison officer in the Cerryti Empire.

As a senior agent of the Allied Forces' intelligence organization, Miss Unity usually posed as a gallery manager to conceal her identity while she was actually responsible for coordinating and directing the undercover operations in Brilda.

"Welcome to Brilda, Hyperion."