The damn woman finally scramd!
Only the Judge has a way to do this. As expected of the most powerful man in the Netherworld, he can actually dissuade Sofia...
Can't he?
The pub's old custors returned to their usual spots, ordered strong drinks, and began to boast and talk.
However, the boss Cook, who should have been the happiest, couldn't manage a smile.
Did he really dissuade her? He's sowhat doubtful.
Recalling Sofia's marvelous skills, Cook still shuddered involuntarily.
The clear water flas flickering in his palm was a scene he could never forget in his life.
Exceptionally beautiful, exceedingly terrifying.
Although the Judge is powerful, Cook could understand his thods, which are far too different from Sofia's.
But in any case, it's good that the issue is resolved...
Cook's eyes suddenly widened as the bottle he had just held slipped from his grasp, leaving him dumbfounded.
Even if a ghost stood before him, he wouldn't be this shocked.
After all, strictly speaking, every Netherworld resident has died at least once; they're all souls.
Yet standing at the door was Sofia.
Why is this nightmarishly frightening woman here again? Didn't the Judge announce that her issue was resolved? Is this considered resolved?
No ti to brood, Cook, wearing a mournful expression, hurriedly greeted her.
"Miss Sofia, are you here to patronize my little tavern?"
"Hmm." Sofia nodded calmly.
Cook lacked even the strength to cry; the only reason he didn't faint was the chill down his spine.
Just when he thought Sofia was here to extort him again, a bag of gold coins was tossed onto the bar.
"Give your finest wine; it must be aged red wine."
Cook took several seconds to co back to his senses, quickly replacing his expression with a fawning smile, "You're too kind. If it's just a few bottles of wine, they're on the house."
"What, do I look like a person who buys without paying?" Sofia lightly frowned.
This sentence instantly heated Cook's face; if it weren't for the fact he couldn't beat her, he would have wanted to fight her desperately.
Damn it, after extorting just days ago, now she pulls this stunt?
Although indescribable rage burned within his heart, he dared not retort.
Those with the bigger fists hold absolute power, and clearly, Sofia's fists were much bigger.
He dejectedly opened the cupboard behind him, using a slightly rusty key to unlock the hidden compartnt within, and reluctantly took out the treasured wines he had collected for years.
Seeing his conflicted and pained expression, Sofia knew the old fellow wasn't holding back, nodding in satisfaction, and had Cook find a box to pack them up for her before she took the box and left.
Aside from the questionable source of money, it looked like just an ordinary shopping trip.
Cook breathed a sigh of relief, carefully opening the bag of gold coins and discovered in astonishnt that this bag was from the Judge's subordinates, used to hold money.
The style of the money bag was unique, and there was a short sword emblem at the seal.
Cook's face changed slightly, quickly unpacked the money bag, crumpling it and tossing it into a wastebasket in the corner.
He finally understood what thod the Judge used to resolve Sofia's issue.
Throwing money at the problem.
In that mont, the Judge's high and mighty aura was shattered, leaving not a speck of majesty.
Cook wasn't wrong; the Judge indeed threw money at the problem.
That day, he arranged to et Sofia outside the city on the grounds of preventing destruction within the city, and instantly knelt, using the toughest tone to propose paying to avert disaster.
Faced with the perceptive and tactful Judge, Sofia didn't make things difficult for him, only giving three demands.
First, she was to have liberty of action in the Netherworld.
The Judge dared not defy, and promptly agreed.
Second, she was to have the freedom of shopping in the Netherworld.
The Judge was drenched in sweat, forced to agree.
The Judge was rely a respected and recognized power among the various forces of the Netherworld, without any actual jurisdiction, so he certainly had no authority to make others provide Sofia with free goods.
The so-called shopping freedom just ant paying money.
After Sofia announced a terrifying figure, the Judge's face turned ashen, countless tis contemplating taking action, yet each ti he clenched his fist, the horrific scene of the Sea of Annihilation flashed before him, leading to his ultimate withdrawal.
It's just shopping freedom, here you go!
Third, she wanted the right to access all Netherworld data.
This too was beyond the Judge's authority, but he promised to persuade the various forces of the Netherworld to accept her demands.
Sofia gave him three days, and today was the last day.
The fragrance of red wine was delightful; sitting alone on the high hill in the wilderness outside the city, Sofia drank, enjoying the unique flavor of the rich red wine, awaiting the result.
The wind arose, footsteps gradually approached.
The answer she awaited was coming.
The Judge did not co, but many others did.
A total of seventy or eighty people at least, though she couldn't be bothered to look closely, those daring to join the encirclent had at least Tier Three's astonishing strength, making Roland's solo attempt to kill them unlikely.
Of course, in Sofia's picky view, none of these people had the potential to surpass Roland.
Given ti, Roland slaying this bunch of morons solo wasn't impossible.
All he needed was ti.
Sofia constructed in her mind the full-grown template of Roland, then simulated the images of the Netherworld's mighty figures, helping Roland complete a solo run in her mind, suddenly finding herself sowhat disinterested.
The Netherworld, in a way, was sowhat undeserving of its na.
Or rather, people's perceptions of these exiles were sowhat skewed.
They were indeed strong in their original planes, but not the strongest. Otherwise, their enemies would have been the ones exiled.
Disappointed contestants from struggles on the Material Plane, banished to the second layer of the Land of Death, forever unable to escape, ultimately just a group of sturdier prisoners.
Once the terrifying stereotype of the Netherworld is set aside, what remarkable aspects do they possess?
Sofia's lips slightly curled as she continued to savor her wine, completely dismissing the surrounding crowd.
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