The light in the office dimd slightly, the space around the sword blade warping like the heat haze of a sumr day. The hilt was ivory-white and ornately carved, a ceremonial sword that declared the Monarch’s grace and authority.
The adventurer delivering the ssage was ignorant of its value, only feeling a mont of dizziness, as if so Magic Power was attracting his gaze. Mika had consciously stepped back.
The power of this artifact went without saying, and to avoid any accidents happening to the two won by his side, Liszt had already closed the lid of the wooden case.
"A business partner, sending sothing so valuable?"
Dreya knew her stuff. She was doubtful, her instincts sharp. To her, girls of Mo Yutong’s age were rely pretty faces, seemingly just helping Liszt provide a cover.
She had already "interrogated" Mo Yutong and learned that they were not from this world, having found herself a "Cosmic Person" husband.
With her experience, she could tell this was phonetic script, not ideographic, hard to decipher. She had seen over seventy percent of the world’s scripts, but this was an exception. Without even thinking, she knew the sender was also from there, not just any partner but an old acquaintance of Liszt.
The lies concocted in desperation by Mo Yutong had already been seen through by Dreya.
"Ah, this... is a very important business."
Liszt, naturally worried about Sharon’s safety, found himself in a sensitive position, wondering how to return to the Aran Imperial City to bring her back to Heaven Port?
She had ntioned she was feeling tired, under great pressure. It was conceivable that she was struggling to cope; otherwise, she would never ntion it in her letter.
He saw no other option but to engage in the railway business with Celeste and Ban, Lostra, and the Seventh Andnt.
If Sharon was truly stuck in the mire, completely restricted in her movents...
Liszt had no better plan but to go to the so-called New City Industrial District to et Sharon—or just participate in the Continent Martial Arts Competition.
How could he call himself a cook if he couldn’t even protect the woman he loved?
No, a pirate.
Liszt figured he might as well be deed a top-class pirate by now, and he must bring Sharon back to the castle to enjoy good fortune.
"Well, I need a reply from you, so this delivery mission can be considered complete."
The adventurer considered Liszt’s status and used a respectful tone.
Liszt felt he couldn’t delay and imdiately took out paper from his desk drawer and grabbed a quill pen dipped in ink, swiftly beginning to write.
Essentially.
He would be going to Mulong Duchy’s territory to handle so matters soon. If Sharon could make it to the northwestern border of Aran under safe conditions, nothing could be better. If not, she should stay put and not leave any traces.
Liszt would disregard the risks to fetch her from the Aran Imperial City.
After several months of deep communication, Liszt had co to view Mo Yutong as a confidant, and with the identity of the Heavenly Mother of the Atomic Heart revealed, he had to fully trust her, blending like water and milk.
With mories of the previous train heist, Mo Yutong now looking at this letter, even if Liszt belonged to soone else, felt sowhat destabilized.
It was strange, why should she entertain such thoughts about a public service machine, she forced herself to stop thinking about it imdiately.
Unbeknownst to Liszt himself was the progress bar of the therapy card access moving forward.
Sealed the letter, stamped it with wax, and handed it to the adventurer.
"Did you co here on a passenger ship with the Gold Seekers?"
Liszt casually inquired while discussing business news. He hadn’t made a fortune in Iron Soul Island, New Continent, but those privately contracted passenger ships sure did, each trip packed to capacity.
Yet there was no helping it, anyone could dock free of charge; that was an unchangeable principle of establishing a port.
The adventurer nodded.
Even for a letter, the adventurer took great care, storing it in an envelope-sized wooden box, ensuring it neither wrinkled nor deford during the journey.
Liszt, watching the adventurer’s every professional move, felt reassured.
Now the paradox was, many Gold Seekers preparing to go to Iron Soul Island saw Heaven Port undergoing major construction. The compensation was quite generous, providing als, and after a full year, even housing was offered.
Leaving aside whether there were houses, or if there was any necessity to live in such a broken place, just the provided als and 1.5 tis monthly salary were tempting enough.
God damn Gold Seeking, it turned out he was the one being mined.
However, it couldn’t be helped, confining these people was conducive to long-term developnt, aiming to reach a million permanent residents by the end of the year regardless of the billion-level population.
After the adventurer left.
"Another Junlin Sword, what exactly is going on? When you first ca out from Duguli or on the Sea God, you suddenly disappeared, as if pulled sowhere else, and everyone thought you were dead."
Mika was incredibly curious.
Mo Yutong was no different; she understood from the letter that the person Sharon referred to as Marcus, due to divine power infused in him, was immune to all calamities, but what about Liszt?
Yet the atmosphere in the office turned colder.
Dreya’s face looked particularly unsightly.
"He’s gone."
Mika was quite tactful, knowing the consequences of setting off a mad woman were never too favorable.
"I’ll go back to my office and handle so accounts."
Mo Yutong was about to leave.
"Let’s get busy a bit later, since both of you are here, I have sothing to ask."
Dreya planned to unearth everything Liszt was hiding today.
"What is there to ask? You know everything already, I’m from another planet, where the technology is slightly more advanced..."
"That’s not it."
"Then what is it?"
"After you ca out of Northern Prison, I want to know what happened those years."
Dreya tried to solve Liszt’s troubles, unlike other n who could manage without their wives, her man might, having lived together for so many years, she knew Liszt had a certain degree of somnambulism.
"This is not sothing for you to worry about, it makes look stupid."
Liszt pretended to be cold, displaying the authority of Boss, telling the girls to cool off elsewhere.
"I already know, it all involves a Mysterious Wizard, and it’s because of him that you ca here."
Dreya sought in her mind for a wizard with such capabilities; there wasn’t just one, but most had vanished through the annals of history.
"Eh, why did you tell her everything?"
Liszt was speechless, if Dreya got it in her head to solve all his problems, wouldn’t he, the vampire everyone was after, be delivering himself to the most powerful forces, perhaps unmatched in the world?
"I ... couldn’t help it."
Mo Yutong tucked a strand of black hair behind her ear, could only bla Dreya for stirring a storm, anything and everything would be thrown out.
"I need to know, who wrote the letter, and also... who turned you into what you are."
Dreya touched the scar nearly spanning ear to ear on Liszt’s face, lying in the sa bed with different dreams and old pen pals, enough to give her a sense of crisis, and this wasn’t the first letter, there had been another one before.
"Don’t worry about my affairs, if it can be handled, we handle it; if not, then leave, what’s the big deal?"
Liszt figured that his upcoming trip inland was more likely to bring misfortune than peace, better to part ways early to spare her the pain of widowhood.
"Are you still considering that investigator and that KB Faction’s proposal? It’s not that you can’t go, but only if I co with you."
Dreya had already made up her mind.
Liszt was sowhat at a loss; there weren’t many people he could trust completely, Dreya was one, but if he left, who would take charge here? What if his subordinates rebelled?
Fen had already inspected the forestry developnt situation and brought Swan along.
"Is this the wrong ti? But if there’s urgent business to discuss, Fuma Keqing is fully repaired and sailed back from Iron Soul Island. Black Sail’s key mbers need a eting as pirates."
Fen said this, taking advantage of Wolman’s and Ox’s presence, to establish a grand strategy.
He never intended to rest or recuperate; Fen wanted rapid expansion, flourishing everywhere, even if it ant draining the potential of the East Sea, thinking only of his lifeti, to sweep through the interior within thirty years, return to Pedan, ideally even dismantle the Eleven People Pavilion, all Tower Masters, with the power of the whole world, to master the greatest Necromancy.
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