Everyone Tames Beasts, So Why Are You Taming Goddesses? - Chapter 33

Alia tactfully pressed her lips together, indicating she would keep quiet.

This kind of brainwork was far too challenging for a vampire!

Su Yu patted her head in satisfaction. This matter required someone else’s help.

“Little An,” Su Yu called softly.

An Zhishui, who had been chatting with her friends, walked over upon hearing his voice. “What is it, Captain?”

Su Yu gestured for her to come closer and spoke in a low voice. “I need a favor.”

An Zhishui’s A-rank talent, Spirit Eyes, could observe fluctuations in emotions, magic, and various other traits. When it came to probing others, no one was better suited for the task.

An Zhishui replied, “Sure, Captain, just tell me what you need.”

She was deeply grateful to Su Yu for avenging her earlier, so she didn’t hesitate to agree to his request.

In fact, during her private conversations with Liu Xuan and the other girls, she had even expressed some fondness for Su Yu.

Su Yu asked softly, “Little An, if I wanted to know whether someone is telling the truth or lying, could your Spirit Eyes help me figure it out?”

“I don’t fully understand your talent, so if it involves anything private, you don’t need to explain.”

An Zhishui smiled lightly. “It’s nothing much. My talent isn’t like yours, Captain—it’s the kind that can be openly discussed.”

“Captain, determining truth from lies is something I can do, but it’s not absolute. After all, people who are skilled at deception can even manage to fool themselves.”

Su Yu nodded slowly. That made sense.

An Zhishui added, “But, Captain, before determining whether someone’s lying, my Spirit Eyes can first analyze their ‘composition.’”

“Oh? What do you mean by that?”

An Zhishui straightened up and explained seriously, “Talents.”

“Captain, talents are a reflection of a person’s soul. The talent someone awakens reveals what kind of person they are.”

“People with strength-based talents are simple and straightforward. Those with talents like yours, involving mental manipulation, tend to be more calculating—oh, I don’t mean that in a bad way!”

Su Yu froze for a moment before saying, “It’s fine. Keep going.”

Blushing slightly, An Zhishui continued, “In short, you can figure out a person’s personality from their talent. If they show strong emotional or magical fluctuations, I can even glimpse into their soul.”

Su Yu nodded thoughtfully.

This was quite a powerful observation-based talent.

He hadn’t considered this before. Human talents as reflections of their souls?

If that were true…

Mu Changwei’s pure strength-based talent would imply he was straightforward and simple—a brutish type. Yeah, that thick-skinned guy fit the description perfectly. He was direct, unfiltered, and didn’t hide his thoughts. His initiative to share the medallion’s information with Su Yu further supported this.

He probably wasn’t the traitor.

“Got it. Thanks, Little An.”

“Alia, help Little An confirm their individual talents. I’ll handle the probing.”

“Little An, I’m counting on you.”

“Understood.”

Su Yu got up and walked over to the second-year Blood Spirit Squad.

The six members of the squad, apart from Mu Changwei, froze at his approach.

Oh, great.

We didn’t go looking for trouble with you, and now you’re coming to us?

Su Yu showed no fear as he sat across from the seven of them.

“Let’s get acquainted. My name is Su Yu.”

Seated in the center was a towering man nearly two meters tall. He extended his hand and introduced himself. “I’m Dugu Ming, the current captain of the Blood Spirit Squad.”

Dugu Ming’s wide face bore two scars, giving him a fierce appearance.

Su Yu reached out to shake hands.

Immediately, he felt a crushing grip, the sheer pressure strong enough to pulverize the hand of a regular person.

However, the silver sheen of the Secret Silver stage emerged on Su Yu’s skin, effortlessly countering the force.

Dugu Ming glanced at Su Yu in surprise.

“Secret Silver.”

“What? Secret Silver?”

The other members were equally shocked. This first-year newbie, whom they expected their captain to teach a lesson…

Dugu Ming released his grip. “No wonder the captain…”

He sighed. “You’ve met Old Seven, Mu Changwei.”

“This is Old Two, Nie Liang; Old Three, Xu Ping; Old Four, Hou Sheng; Old Five, Wu Xinghao; and Old Six, Liu Jing.”

Su Yu nodded to each of them in turn.

Dugu Ming said, “Let’s not mince words. Just because Old Seven approves of you doesn’t mean we do.”

“You might have some skills, but whether you can survive in the lairs is another matter.”

The world of Beastmasters is a world of war, one where weakness is not welcome.

Especially not weakness from someone who “stole” the goddess they revered.

Unfazed, Su Yu replied, “I don’t need your approval. Alia’s approval is all I need.”

Those words struck a nerve. Dugu Ming and the others clearly looked displeased.

The truth stung. Witnessing the mutual affection between Alia and Su Yu was infuriating enough—who knew how far they had gone?

—

As their emotions visibly fluctuated, on the other side, Alia asked, “How’s it going?”

An Zhishui activated her Spirit Eyes.

A hazy mist enveloped her pupils, radiating colorful hues.

“Three strength-based talents, two control-based, one mental-based, and one special talent.”

Alia nodded slightly. That roughly aligned with her memory.

“Wait!”

“That person shows two distinct colors. Does he have two talents?”

Following An Zhishui’s gaze, Alia focused on Old Five, Wu Xinghao.

Her brows furrowed. “This queen recalls he was a Beastmaster specializing in magical plants and undead pet beasts. His talent was something called Cliff Lock.”

An Zhishui shook her head. “Hmm. In addition to the colors unique to control-based talents, there’s also a hint of mental attributes.”

According to An Zhishui, talents reflect the soul.

Control-based talents often indicate greed and strong ambition, while mental-based talents signify deep scheming.

Clearly, this second talent was something even Alia hadn’t known about.

What did that mean?

Something was off.

—

Su Yu chatted casually with the group.

When the topic shifted to the medallion, Dugu Ming and the others became visibly serious.

Regardless of their opinion of Su Yu, the attack on Alia was undeniably suspicious.

“In this matter, I suppose we share a common enemy?”

Dugu Ming nodded. “We don’t want to see the captain ambushed either.”

“What’s your plan?”

Su Yu’s eyes gleamed with a hint of mischief. “I suspect there’s a traitor.”

As he said this, Su Yu swiftly scanned the seven members’ expressions.

Some looked confused, others perplexed, a few visibly shocked, and some appeared deep in thought.

His words served to send a warning shot without directly accusing the Blood Spirit Squad, leaving room to maneuver later if needed.

Dugu Ming furrowed his brows. “What do you mean?”

Su Yu withheld his suspicion that the traitor might be within the Blood Spirit Squad and instead shared the rest of his information.

Dugu Ming took a deep breath. “What you’re saying isn’t without reason. The Dragonhawk Guard is indeed a mixed bag. While its purpose is to unite all forces capable of fighting the lairs, it’s true that various factions have infiltrated it.”

“We’ll find a way to investigate.”

“Also…”

Dugu Ming changed the subject. “If you lose in the exchange tournament, I suggest you leave the captain quietly.”

“It’s not for anything else. I just don’t want to see the captain dragging around dead weight and heading to her death in the lairs!”

Su Yu stood up. “You don’t need to concern yourselves with that.”

Watching Su Yu’s retreating figure, Dugu Ming seemed lost in thought.

Returning to his seat, Su Yu asked, “Well, Little An, what did you find out?”