Galen was Liszt’s contact in Aran. Although Liszt was a lavish spender, to avoid drawing attention, the hotel he found in Duguli wasn’t the highest grade.
However, the price for a luxury room wasn’t cheap either—it was fifteen silver coins a day, roughly equivalent to two months’ salary of the Beima Navy.
Converted into Earth’s purchasing power, it was like an average professional guy from Southeast Asia had to stay in a hotel in Xinxiang.
But Liszt didn’t care. As the reigning East Sea King, he was an authentic dog warlord.
When those who were pursuing Kai Deng ca to et with Galen, Galen gained a deeper understanding of what it ant to be Boss of Heaven Port.
There was no need to ntion Swan and Ben. The rats of the Thief Guild were extrely low-profile. Aside from Diaz, there weren’t many Netherworld People in that organization.
Galen was the leader of the Wind Radiance Yarn Group, naturally filled with scamming bros addicted to gambling. With nothing urgent on their plates, they’d knock back cheap spirits while shooting the breeze in the guild.
When it ca to gossip about all the West Continent’s Netherworld People, Galen was in the know.
Besides the two Thieves, the rest were one heavy-hitter after another.
Rein, a walking treasure map of the Western Continent. In the adventurer circle, Rein was even more sensational than so Hall-level adventurers—eight thousand Golden Dragons, mate! Even a noble with real power and land might not be able to match half that sum if his house was raided.
And there were two others.
It was like basketball fans coming face-to-face with Jas and Curry. No, it was more than that level.
Hall-level adventurers, that’s the stuff of legends.
Like elbowing Satan to death with a single blow in jail, then landing in front of you in a helicopter.
"Over here... please,"
Galen was as restrained as humanly possible. Before this, the Moon Wheel Knight and the Thorny Knight had visited, and they were just the tip of the iceberg of Liszt’s power.
"Damn it, we slog through mountains and rivers, while Liszt enjoys life here, and the East Sea is damn nearly destroyed."
Rein looked at the hotel’s grandiose decor and couldn’t help letting out a sigh.
"Heh, this hotel is actually pretty average. I used to never stay at places that cost less than thirty silver coins a night. And these maidens aren’t so hot either—that receptionist’s face, if you call a cab to drive around it, you’d run up a fifty silver coin fare."
Ben critiqued the decor, noting the chaotic elental arrangent and lack of a unified style; he seed to get it all.
Chuan Che was speechless, thinking that the less capable people are, the more they liked to show off. He added, "This Pirate vs Thief goes to the Pirate for the clean sweep in the quality face-off!"
This Dark Elf Thief nad Ben had such damn low standards.
"No, this grey-skinned Dark Elf is an exception."
Swan countered, Ben’s outrageous comnts attracting so odd glances, since in Aran, they were all flagged as notorious outlaws and had to keep a low profile.
"Think you can match , horse to horse? Damn it, all the thieves in the Thief Guild put together aren’t as low-class as Mr. Archer."
Ben responded, fancying himself a cultured gentleman as he casually flicked dust off his shoulder.
Rein broke down in tears, "I can’t... argue with that! It’s the East Sea... that’s defeated."
The most speechless was Saleret.
He had been with Doringger for many years. It wasn’t the East Sea that was defeated, it was you idiots. Compared to the current ruler of the East Sea, Doringger’s old crew could be considered paragons of culture and literature.
anwhile, in the room Liszt had booked.
Goria and redith had already arrived early.
Isis felt very awkward because both won looked at her with ill intent, as if they had a bone to pick with her.
She didn’t know.
How could Liszt not know? These two girls were scissor addicts—well known in their contact list as extrely dirty.
"So that ans you’ve beco a monster-like existence now, with exaggerated regeneration abilities?"
redith asked.
Among the couple, redith was clearly the more dominant one, so when "husband" talked, Goria didn’t interrupt.
"Pretty much, thanks to..."
Liszt ant to say "Sharon," but upon consideration, he decided against it.
His body already contained three Junlin Swords.
The first, a spell power that was pitch black and foggy, could arrogantly retaliate against the enemy’s attacks.
The second one, with a bright red spell-powered body, compensated the deficiency of strength in the Western Continent, where one could enhance physical qualities through various magical thods, and could even effortlessly pick up the Fla Scholars Promotion.
Once these twin swords had lted, even though they lost their solidity, the intrinsically lethal spell power characteristic was diluted, yet their unique abilities were exaggerated to an extre extent.
And then there was the sword sent from the Imperial City by Sharon.
Liszt had originally planned not to rge it with his body, to use it directly for slashing people, but circumstances changed along the way, and it too beca one with his physique.
During these idle days, he had finally unearthed its terrifying features, but he couldn’t skillfully wield them.
This sword was far more powerful than the previous two, not to be understood as re spatial transference but rather a mysterious and elusive kind of mass rapid transfer, difficult to master.
He himself had long ceased to be a pure human but had beco a boundless container of spell power with nowhere to store.
Considering the friction between the Imperial City New Industrial Zone and the Sect, the abduction of scholarly personnel, the establishnt of the Ti Sword Eighteenth Formation, and heading toward Mulong.
Liszt grew increasingly uneasy—Sharon was likely to get involved.
She had been living in Aran Imperial City, within a civilized environnt, never witnessing the true undercurrents of this world, incomparable to those who kept company with death every day.
She must be terrified.
"And who is this lady?"
redith stared at Isis intently, as if trying to see through her, unable to hide the undeniable air of a young lady.
Both her and Goria’s hands, toughened by licking blood from their sword wounds, were sowhat rough, while this woman’s hands, which seed to have neither held a sword nor likely swept with a broom, were so smooth and tender that they seed as if water would drip from them.
"She is an earl from Ji Weng, my friend, and now my protector. How did you manage to enter Aran?"
Liszt asked curiously.
"Thanks to that Thief Dark Elf, the Thief Guild has many secret passages. We killed so thieves and ca in through the passages. Friend, is it really just a friend and nothing more?"
redith didn’t believe Liszt’s words, sharing a room, she thought, yeah right.
"It’s true, we’ve known each other for eight years."
Liszt spoke the truth—while Isis was indeed provocative, there had been indeed no overstepping behavior these past days.
"I get it, it must be the one Mika talked about, the noble young lady he t on the ship from Lostra, heading to the Southern Continent."
Rein kicked open the door and sat down with a grandiose air, relieved to see that Liszt was still lively and bouncing around.
"Why didn’t you go to Mulong?"
Liszt grimaced, glancing at the group that followed. Everyone ntioned in Swan’s letter had arrived, and Celeste really showed sincerity, willing to bring Chuan Che over to settle this ss.
Noting Liszt’s sowhat disdainful expression, Rein raised his chanical left arm and swung it around.
Liszt almost vomited blood.
"There’s still talk of going to Mulong? The Netherworld Envoy has already run off to the Emperor’s side."
Rein spoke resentfully.
Liszt reflected that, of course, it was best not to expose these things. The Emperor might not be too concerned with dragons and steles, but Alicia was indeed too explosive.
"Indeed, this is a difficult problem.
To give up on this woman, the other board mbers might not agree.
One day this issue will have to be brought to the table.
It’s simple.
I could just beco an elector."
Liszt said calmly.
Strictly speaking, he almost possessed one-tenth of the power that the Radiant Knights had when they dominated the Western Continent.
"Wattafa!"
Ben was stunned, Liszt’s courage seed almost foolish.
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