88: Slip of the Tongue
"Revisiting old places has a unique flavor." Standing at the familiar street corner, Leticia looked at her fingertips covered by white gauze and murmured.
Hearing her soliloquy, Bai Ling, who was checking the surroundings for surveillance equipment, indicated she should stop being so elegant.
They had only come to this place once, and that was to beat people up. What was there to reminisce about?
Reminiscing about how those three cuties felt when beaten up?
"No surveillance equipment." After finishing the inspection, Bai Ling nodded to Leticia.
She would have liked others to also know why Qila wanted that book so much, but Leticia strongly requested that this matter be known by just the two of them first, then they would discuss whether to tell others.
As Leticia put it: "Some things are better not known than known."
Bai Ling also agreed with this statement. If some unrelated people really learned about certain things, that would be quite troublesome.
"The time is almost here. I hope Qila won't stand me up." Leticia took out her phone, glanced at the time, and said flatly.
"Are you really not panicking?"
"Do I look like I'm panicking?" Leticia asked back.
Bai Ling thought for a moment and still nodded. "You should be very panicked."
Judging from fragments of daily life, Leticia was very afraid of having her identity discovered by Qila. Now she was about to have such close contact with Qila—Bai Ling thought Leticia definitely shouldn't be performing as calmly as she currently was.
"Hah, since you know, then don't bother me, okay?" Leticia took a deep breath. She was indeed a bit panicked, but not enough to affect the plan.
Buzz buzz... Along with the phone's vibration, a message from Xue'er was sent to Leticia's phone.
Glancing at the information, Leticia took another deep breath. "Get ready. Qila is coming."
"Mm." Bai Ling picked up the black briefcase beside her. The book Qila desperately wanted to obtain was placed in this location.
Whoosh... A cold wind blew, and the bright moon in the sky was obscured by clouds that appeared from nowhere.
The dim street lamps began flickering constantly, as if heralding someone's arrival.
In the intermittent light, a petite girl slowly walked over from the other end of the road.
The girl wore a black princess dress with a small seven-colored crown on her head. Below the hem of her skirt were calves wrapped in black stockings and a pair of exquisite black boots.
The girl was beautiful—so beautiful it seemed the bright moon in the sky had dimmed its light because of her.
"Sister Bai, we're already so familiar with each other. Must we still meet in such a distant way?" Looking at the black-clad person, Qila asked with a smile.
This person was her dear Sister Bai—she could be one hundred percent certain.
As for the white-clad person beside Sister Bai, she didn't know who that was.
Perhaps it was the Sister Qianqian that Little Ya mentioned, perhaps it was Bai Ling's good friend, or perhaps it was someone with an unclear relationship with Bai Ling—an older sister.
"Cough cough." Bai Ling coughed twice without answering Qila's question.
She was just a decoration, she was just a decoration—Bai Ling kept telling herself in her heart.
As long as she didn't admit it, even if Qila already knew who she was, she could still deny it.
"Doesn't Sister Bai Ling plan to speak?" Qila tilted her head. "Then the person who wants to trade with me is actually you, unknown young lady?"
"Correct." A gender-neutral voice came from Leticia's mouth. She didn't dare speak directly in her original voice.
"Then where is what I want?" Qila nodded and asked about the book. "I need to know I haven't made a wasted trip."
Leticia nudged Bai Ling with her elbow—this was their agreed signal.
Bai Ling understood. She opened the briefcase and took out the book.
With Qila's abilities, she could naturally distinguish the authenticity of this book.
"Mm, it's indeed what I want." Qila blinked and became serious. "So what question do you want to ask me?"
"Very simple: why do you want this book?" Leticia asked the question she was most concerned about.
Why was Qila so interested in this book that she would even be willing to come to the human world personally to trade?
This was really very strange.
"This, I perhaps cannot answer." Qila's expression was very conflicted. It could be seen that she really wanted this book but didn't want others to know the reason.
"Then what is this book related to?" Leticia posed another question.
"I cannot say." But Qila's attitude was very firm. She would not tell others the reason.
Leticia turned to look at Bai Ling. From the other's eyes, she saw the same confusion as herself.
What secret was hidden in this book?
"Are you the only person who wants this book?" Leticia changed the question.
This time, Qila did answer: "No."
"Who else?"
"The elven race, beast people—almost all other races have people who know the importance of this book, no, this set of books." Qila's answer made Leticia fall into thought.
So this wasn't just a matter between demons and humans, but the entire world?
And also, "A set?"
"The secret chamber of the Demon Race Grand Library contains one book from this set, and what you have is another book." Qila said.
"Impossible." Leticia reflexively refuted. "How could I..."
"Mm?" Qila suddenly looked up, a hint of unmistakable light flashing in her eyes. "Why is it impossible?"
Because I've gone through all the books in the secret chamber, and there's no such book there at all!
The demon race's secret chamber could only be entered by those with Demon King bloodline, so Leticia couldn't doubt Qila's words.
If she doubted them, she would expose that she knew about things in that secret chamber. And to know about things in that secret chamber, she could only have one identity.
Among the currently living Demon King bloodlines, aside from Qila in front of her, there was only Leticia, the current Demon King.
"Could it be that you know what's in the secret chamber?" Qila approached step by step. She suddenly felt this white-clad person was very familiar. "Right, sister?"
Height—about right. Scent—very familiar.
On good terms with Bai Ling, and deliberately avoiding her at noon.
Thinking carefully, this person's identity was already ready to emerge.
"What nonsense are you talking?" Leticia was really panicking now. She really hadn't controlled her mouth—that sentence had just slipped out.
Halfway through speaking, she regretted it and swallowed the latter half of the sentence.
But how could a girl as clever as Qila ignore this point?
Now it was over.