The Moonlight Swordsman

Chapter 249 Preparations

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Aizel found himself back in his room, his eyes focused on the glow of the computer screen as he delved into the depths of the internet, searching for any information he could find about the elusive darkness element.

His nimble fingers danced across the keyboard as he perused online game communities and skill databases, soaking up every conceivable tactic for this element.

But his research didn't stop there. Aizel's mind shifted towards novels, anime, and manga, each holding a treasure trove of characters and their unique abilities.

He studied their stories, analyzing their battles and contemplating the potential applications of darkness in a fight.

[Mostly light elements can work well against darkness]

"Yes, but we can't give those techniques a try in front of everyone.

"Either we have to handle this guy alone while going all out or with everyone.

"And while fighting with everyone, he might try to do a sneak attack with the help of his element. Daisy's life could be in danger.

"We can't even leave her, as it will ruin all the purpose of training. Damn, this is annoying."

As Aizel indulged in his Gootube browsing session, his attention was suddenly captivated by a video that appeared in his recommended list.

"Batperson, hero of darkness,

"hihi..hehe...hahahahaha,"

[What happened, Master?]

"Why didn't I think that before? Well, now we have a lot to prepare for."

[And what about the water mage guy?]

"That would be easy to deal with him. And it's not like I am fighting alone, right?"

[Ohh, I get it now]

"We should prepare everything against the trickiest one,"

Aizel continued to plunge into his quest for knowledge, watching several videos that detailed methods for overcoming the darkness element. The night wore on, but he was still as focused as ever on gathering as much information as he could.

As dawn broke, Aizel emerged from his room and returned to Xelgar.

But then he saw something unexpected in the hallway, and his focus shifted quickly. There, naked and stretched across the couch, were Jeffrey and his two maids, both fast asleep.

"Oye, wake up," he kicked right at his nuts.

"Ughh…"

"Why are you up so early *Yawn*?

"Come with me, we need to buy some things. You have your headquarters here, so you might get some discounts, right?"

"Of course, every shop will give me a discount," Jeffrey replied.

"Great, dress up and come fast."

Jeffrey swiftly gathered his clothing and hastily dressed, ensuring his appearance was presentable.

While this was going on, Aizel quietly sat down on the couch, his mind racing with thoughts.

[Matser, even after seeing both of them naked in front of you, you don't feel anything?]

"Na, I feel disgusted by them," Aizel replied.

[hehe master, I know what you like]

"Shut up, Sekki."

[You can't deny it, master; you still dream that night every day, fufu]

"Next time when I fight someone, I will morph you into an iron pole and shove it into someone's ass."

[Sorry Master, I was just joking]

"Yeah, but I was dead serious."

"I am ready; let's go where you want to go," Jeffrey said.

"Alright,"

Together, they left the house and visited the Zontor City marketplace.

As Jeffrey strolled through the streets, the townsfolk lowered their heads in a gesture of respect, acknowledging his presence.

Aizel followed closely behind him, playing the role of a subordinate as he noted the surroundings and the people.

"They are all just normal citizens of different races, so many of the followers are still away with the three goons," Aizel thought.

"Where would you like to go first?" Jeffrey asked.

"Let's head towards the herb and plant shop," Aizel replied.

"Okay,"

Upon stepping into the herb shop, Aizel's senses were immediately overwhelmed by the vibrant atmosphere.

The shop was teeming with life, featuring lush gardens that sprawled throughout the premises.

An abundance of herbs, each with its own distinct appearance, aroma, and vibe, were laid out on counters and shelves. When Aizel took a deep whiff of the energizing aromas, a surge of renewed vitality coursed through his body.

Aizel took his time wandering the enormous herb store, his curious eyes roving the many shelves and counters.

He had come here with a carefully crafted list in hand, having sought Vespara's advice on the essentials for his preparations.

Aizel carefully gathered an assortment of diverse grasses, each possessing its own distinct qualities. One particular variety emitted a mesmerizing glow, casting an ethereal radiance over the surroundings.

His keen vision was also drawn to herbs whose very look hinted at their dangerous or powerful qualities.

In addition to these plant-based curiosities, he also amassed a collection of elaborately crafted containers and flask-like containers, and it didn't look like it was for the concoctions.

"Oye, do your job."

With a nod, Jeffrey made his way to the counter to finalize the purchases and double-check that everything was in order.

At the same time, Aizel came out of the store, his face lit up by a broad grin.

"I need to ask Vespara about this Mind Enthrallment Potion."

[Imagine making the princess your slave for the next seven days, fufu]

"You really hate her, don't you?"

[She is my eternal enemy. I won't rest until I drink her blood, and it's your job to make it happen, Master]

"hehe,"

"Now where would you like to go?" Jeffrey asked as he came out of the shop.

"Let's head to the weapon shop. Maybe we can find something useful or something good."

"Okay, I know one shop here that is only available to VIP customers," Jeffrey replied.

"Let's head there then,"

Aizel followed behind Jeffrey as they made their way through the busy streets. Gradually, they veered toward the more affluent district, where elegant architecture and upscale establishments dominated the scene.

Their travels brought them to a cozy dive bar off the beaten road. They went straight in and kept going, away from the main crowd and into the depths of the building.

As they ventured farther into the building, the sounds of hushed talks and clinking glasses gradually decreased as they neared the kitchen area.

Aizel's mind began to race, and he began to picture underground tunnels and covert activities, much like the suspense films he had seen.