The compendium gained one more entry.
Mika’s criteria for adding to his compendium were extrely strict, so much so that even if he completed the act himself, it wouldn’t count as an addition to the compendium. It was all about interaction; while voices could be feigned, the distinctive spasm and contraction couldn’t be faked.
After it was over.
Mika lit up a cigarette and began to smoke. For him, this had beco quite dull. It was simply sothing to do when he couldn’t find anything else, a form of casual entertainnt without much aning—nothing more than a platinum trophy maniac.
"My heavens... how do you manage it?"
The prostitute’s scholarly robe was half-draped, still emanating charm. The garnt was simply a pale color, its waist cinched and without pleating in the hoop skirt, complete with a curved collar on both sides of the neckline.
The reason Mika could perform with such intensity was not only his talent but also the boost from secret dicines.
During his days as an official in Chenxi Port, with the dical foundation taught by a family tutor and as a forr Aran official, the research results from the Northern Prison were also shared with him.
At that ti, Mika was in the lilight, not just as a city hall official and forensic doctor. Autopsies and examinations of trauma traces were all within his grasp, and as a doctor, he was versed in all types of organic diseases and infections. He even offered free consultations—though of course, the cost of dicine was still the patient’s responsibility. Charity work was not his style.
At so restaurants, owners wouldn’t even charge him, and when passing by furniture or porcelain stores, they would offer small gifts.
Once you were part of the bureaucratic system, the country of Aran existed for you, with an abundance of resources to share. Every month, a portion of the prison’s findings would be sent to the Aran Forensic Association, and Mika was listed among them.
Based on those reports, he also developed so groundbreaking dicines, such as a potent neurotoxin mixed with Flying Electric Snake venom and Magic Beast glands, and naturally, so subtly effective secret dicines.
Their power was domineering—after taking them, one would beco tall and firm.
He was fond of a saying by the famous writer Dostoevsky: A reputation is a mixed blessing; what was past is past, and what is now is now.
"This is the confidence that modern dicine brings . If you have any little sisters who haven’t experienced this, feel free to call them over."
As Mika savored a puff of smoke, he didn’t seek out the temporary offerings from tents along the docks. He sought the darlings under the patronage of the Queen of the streets of Heaven Port, those who counted their earnings in silver coins.
"Really? They’ve all been wanting to co in and see this castle that used to be off-limits, but apparently, they have to make an appointnt and everything—it’s just too much hassle."
After using a tissue, the prostitute changed out of her uniform into her usual sequined high-slit dress and high heels.
Mika pondered for a mont. The regulations were indeed quite inconvenient, but he couldn’t justify breaking the law just for the sake of hiring prostitutes.
Mika found the prospect of capturing the hearts of the nurous Yisu maids in the castle tempting, but alas, those maids were all too shrewd, having already despaired at the world that only valued appearances.
Especially that ti he passed by the internal affairs departnt, where many maids were applying to be either Shadi’s or Fen’s maidservants, leaving Mika feeling homicidal.
To be honest, the castle was too big, and each room was so spacious that it felt empty.
Nights were particularly desolate.
Mika even considered moving in to live at the brothel, renting sothing like a VIP room for convenience.
Suddenly...
Mika rembered sothing. Lord Dor, I’m sorry!
Doringger’s widow—though perhaps not quite a widow since she wasn’t really his wife, just a female companion—was a stunningly beautiful woman.
After his death, this young widow wasn’t kicked out of the castle. Liszt worried that as a woman alone, who also happened to be very attractive, she would undoubtedly run into trouble if she were to set sail by herself.
One couldn’t expect a vase to make an honest living in Heaven Port, so she was given a room and als.
Liszt finally did sothing decent for once.
Mika figured he didn’t have to hurry out. To be Lord Dor’s wife, that would be quite a stroke of luck.
The prostitute saw that Mika was still interested, "How about another round, half price just for you."
This was...
The highest praise.
"Is that so?"
Mika extinguished his cigarette butt. Today was another day filled to the brim with seventy thousand.
Just as he was preparing for a second round.
An ill-tid knock on the door ca, and Mika’s mood exploded, no less than if he had spent tens of thousands of dollars amping up his weapon, only to find that contradictions could be infinitely replicated.
Mika opened the door, and it wasn’t just anyone, but the Wolf Ghost Team, also known as Rein Archer, followed by a fresh face carrying a wooden case.
"What’s up?"
Mika glanced at the two, his gaze finally resting on Rein’s chanical arm; Celeste’s proposal had to be a backup, Lost and this place were poles apart, and Rein had temporarily installed a mass-produced chanical arm from the Seventh Andnt.
Rein poked his head in and took a few peeks, unsurprisingly finding a seductive and cheap creature. Could people not keep a decent shape anymore?
"You should be busy, right? Weren’t you talking about free healthcare, about training doctors?"
Rein said so.
Mika sighed. The structure of the Black Sail Hospital was indeed built, and there was a standalone building in the Inner City, the problem was that by himself, he couldn’t keep up with everything, so he simply let it go to hell.
So, those decisions made on a whim were not to be taken lightly.
How many Bosses have been switched out one term after another in Heaven Port? Did it change anything? Changing the broth but not the dicine.
What kind of team did I use to lead? College graduates from Aran High School, serving as underlings in the city hall.
And who are these people you want to lead?
What’s the level of dical care in Heaven Port now? With just a few people, you have the likes of Weber playing doctor—can he even treat anyone? He can’t, doesn’t he know that?
"Once the new district is built and talent flows in, then we can talk about healthcare security. Right now, I don’t have the ti—if they can’t be healed, they die."
Mika spoke calmly.
Rein laughed at him for not understanding dical training; Mika laughed back at him for not getting Heaven Port.
The prostitute was shocked to find out that a person like Mika was actually a ship’s doctor. Truly, one can say there’s humanitarianism in dicine.
"You, get going quickly, sir has serious matters to discuss."
Rein yelled at the prostitute.
"Oh."
The prostitute rolled her eyes in annoyance, picked up her purse, and left.
"What’s the serious matter?"
Mika didn’t even need to think about it; if Rein ntioned serious matters, it must surely be so ridiculous business.
"The Emperor... might offer an amnesty."
Rein said so.
In all honesty, besides Wolman, the core mbers of Black Sail only paid lip service to their animosity against Aran—no deep hatred or vengeance there.
And in the Alan Royal Court, Rein still had soone he must et, from the now-defunct Starving Wolf Adventure Group, the other deputy leader, who was an Attendant of the Black Sword Nether Fla and also a mber of the Imperial Guard.
To be honest, Rein couldn’t think of any other way to get into the Royal Court. Was he really counting on Liszt to dominate the continent? A gang leader was a gang leader, a King was a King, not the sa dinsion of being.
To hand over the East Sea to the Emperor, others would consider the managent and maintenance costs, they might not even want it.
"Damn amnesty."
The adventurer escorting the letter case had only co here and was already infected by these people’s mannerisms.
The sa old way, the adventurer had to deliver the letter directly to Liszt, and after receiving a reply, he could get the other half of his paynt.
He had thought this trip was delving into the dragon’s den, after all, the recipient was the Boss of Heaven Port.
But on the way here, he found that these people were all pretty ridiculous.
"When this letter was sent, Doringger was still alive."
The adventurer said so.
"Uh..."
Rein was speechless. It wasn’t an amnesty, so what was it? He really wanted to see what was inside the wooden case, too bad this adventurer was stubborn; unless he saw Liszt, the only option would be to kill him.
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