"So the 'Town Lord of Atalan City' isn't actually from the 'Rodriguez Royal Family', but is a descendant of the royal servants?"
After reading the diary, Su Lun suddenly understood.
Having returned to his room in the inn and with no one coming to look for him, he spent his ti perusing the texts he had taken from the Town Lord's mansion.
Then, he discovered an ancient family diary.
After reading it, he found out that the current Town Lord was, in fact, a pretender, a destitute mber of the royal lineage.
Originally, the true Rodriguez Royal Family was defeated and fled overseas, the branch Su Lun knew about in Emperor Luying's empire. anwhile, a servant of the royal family had stolen so royal treasures along the way, leading to today's Atalan Town Lord.
That servant had also recorded this experience in a diary, which was left behind.
Only then did Su Lun understand why the box containing "dusa's Serpent Hair Scepter" had not been opened for a thousand years.
It turned out that those who were not descendants of the Rodriguez Royal Family bloodline couldn't open it at all.
Su Lun looked through these texts with great interest, reading a hundred lines with a single glance.
His multi-focused ability had reached its peak, allowing him to open dozens of books at the sa ti and quickly absorb their content.
At this mont, the room in the inn was filled with dense cobwebs, with dozens of books suspended in mid-air, and the rustling sound of pages being turned occasionally reached his ears.
Lolota had seen this scene before and was no longer surprised.
But Tatu, who was beside him, was completely astounded by Su Lun's ability, her pretty face full of disbelief.
This was her first ti seeing soone read books in such a manner.
But her surprise aside, she didn't interrupt.
Su Lun concentrated on perusing these texts while Mr. Hei in the little void realm also helped turn the pages, looking for so needed intelligence.
Gradually, they acquired a considerable understanding of the history of Dragon Country.
Unfortunately, they did not uncover any information about the formula for the petrification curse.
A night passed without incident.
Unknowingly, daylight had already brightened outside the window.
...
The castle atop the mountain had been robbed and set ablaze, and Atalan City was noisy throughout the night.
However, since Su Lun had perfectly erased all traces, he didn't stir up any trouble.
It was only at dawn that the city guards ca to search the inns for outsiders. Exhausted from searching all night, the city guard probably assud the thief had already left the town, so their search was largely a formality. With just a little use of psychic technique, Su Lun easily concealed the truth.
After all, by this ti, daylight was in full swing, the city gates had opened, and a large number of adventurers and rchants were pouring into the city again, making it impossible to conduct a search.
Playing a thief last night saved Su Lun a lot of trouble.
There was nothing left worth exploring in this city, waiting only for the dragon sacrifice in three days.
Since Su Lun needed to assimilate those texts, he did not leave the inn.
The sun was shining brightly today, and the streets had already beco lively.
anwhile, at the "Gold Dragon Gambling Den" on the city's tavern street, the largest gambling house in Atalan City and a favorite gathering spot for adventurers,
the noise continued unabated, just as rowdy as before.
Qiantiao had been gambling there all night.
At this mont, in front of the spacious gambling table, this gambling-addicted woman swaggered into the dealer's seat, urging the hundreds of gamblers in the room to place their bets.
"Co on now! Bet and leave your hands off!"
"A small gamble for pleasure, a big gamble to get rich!"
"..."
Qiantiao didn't know the common language of Dragon Country, but after gambling all night, she had learned these few gambling phrases quite fluently.
And her luck at gambling last night was extrely good, winning big and reducing the house to just another player.
Right now, in front of her, there was a pile of various gold, silver, and copper coins, as well as monster pelts, gemstones, armor, swords, daggers, materials... even two monster cubs.
In short, anything adventurers could produce as betting currency could be wagered with her.
Qiantiao won all night, almost draining the gambling house's dealers and various gamblers.
This kind of all-or-nothing with strangers was the real thrill of gambling.
Although the gambling house was itching with frustration, they were helpless!
The backstage boss even thought about playing dirty, sending so thugs with the excuse of summoning Qiantiao to a back alley.
Not intending to murder and rob, but at least to threaten her to stop gambling.
Yet not only did the sche not succeed, but several thugs capable of barehandedly hunting third or fourth-tier brown bear beasts were instead severely beaten.
Qiantiao didn't kill anyone, but she turned back to continue gambling instead.
Not because her temper had improved, but because she didn't want to spoil the fun of gambling that she had finally found.
If she had killed, she wouldn't have been able to continue gambling in the end anyway.
After daybreak, more adventurers entered the city from other places. Hearing about the high-rolling gambler presiding over the bets, they all flocked to the Golden Dragon gambling house, which beca even more lively.
Qiantiao's luck in gambling remained unstoppable, with betting capital piling up like a mountain beside her.
However, while gambling, a strong-looking old man with greying hair quietly erged from the crowd of gamblers.
He was dressed in blue linen clothes, with a straw hat hanging on his back, and a hand gripping a bamboo pole that had a patina from age.
Most of the people from Dragon Country had blond hair and blue eyes, and there were also so with flaxen or brown hair, but black hair was very rare.
Upon closer inspection, you could see a bit of his flesh at the cuff of his sleeves, and on his skin appeared to be tattooed with a pattern resembling cherry blossoms.
The old man seed very interested in gambling because he brought out Gold Coins, he was eligible to sit at the table.
Qiantiao glanced at the old man as if sensing sothing, and a fierce light flashed in her eyes.
But for the two of them, gambling seed all the more fun.
Like evenly matched players in a ga of skill, they exchanged moves, each having their wins and losses.
But the bystander gamblers, seeing the old man could "win," started to place their bets following him.
If no one was cheating, the luck of the casino wouldn't always favor one person.
Gradually, the wealth that Qiantiao had won began to dwindle behind her.
While she was losing money, she didn't feel unhappy about it.
Instead, the opportunities for her to find pleasure in gambling were becoming increasingly rare.
The old man before her was an exceptionally rare opponent.
It was not just the clash of their gambling skills,
but also the sharpness only top swordsn could understand.
...
The ga continued until evening.
Qiantiao lost more than she won, and gradually all the winnings by her side were taken by the old man.
The old man beca the Qiantiao of the night before, slaughtering his way through everyone. The casual gamblers, scared to lose their bets, could only watch as the casino's own people ca up, leading to a thorough cleanout.
Qiantiao's enthusiasm did not diminish, watching her money nearly gone, she prepared to call over Su Lun for so extra gambling funds.
However, just then soone ca and spoiled their fun.
The behind-the-scenes boss certainly couldn't watch these two hustle the casino out of business.
A group of knights riding dragon-scale horses rushed in, jabbering away in their language.
The gamblers, though clearly unhappy about being disturbed, didn't dare to speak out in anger.
The atmosphere turned cold in an instant.
However, Qiantiao couldn't understand the language of Dragon Country and disregarded these fellows, continuing to place her bets.
The old man opposite her also paid them no heed.
Each of them kept to their own, continuing the ga.
Seeing the two ignore them, the knights drew their swords with a "whoosh," each brandishing their weapons.
Seeing the seriousness of the situation, all the gamblers were scared off in an instant, clearing out the space.
In a flash, only Qiantiao and the old man were left at the big gambling table.
The knight leader shouted again, jabbering what seed like a warning.
But to everyone's surprise, though the sharp blades pointed at them, they didn't even lift an eyebrow.
Watching the two still ignore them, the knight leader angrily placed his knife on the old man's neck.
Finally, the old man's brow slightly lifted, and he translated a sentence to Qiantiao across the table, "They suspect you and I have sothing to do with the theft at the Town Lord's residence last night and want to take us in for questioning."
Qiantiao responded nonchalantly, "What does the Town Lord's residence being robbed have to do with ? I've been gambling here all night."
Although she knew it was Su Lun's doing, it really had nothing to do with her.
The old man shrugged his shoulders, with a touch of malicious amusent mocking himself, "I only entered the city this morning myself."
Hearing this, Qiantiao paid no attention to the knights, instead saying aningfully, "It's rare indeed to hear the common language of Luying here."
The old man laughed, "Indeed, I also think it's quite rare."
Clearly, the old man's background was very mysterious.
However, the two of them did not dwell on this subject.
Qiantiao, the thick-skinned one, was more concerned with sothing else. She narrowed her eyes slightly and said, "Old man, you're quite strong."
The old man's eyebrows, white with age, lifted slightly, as if he saw a young talent that impressed him, and he sincerely praised her, "Your Sword Dao is also not bad at all."
Originally, they could have had a good chat about the Sword Dao, but it clearly wasn't the ti.
"Ah... it seems we really can't gamble any longer, what a pity to find a good opponent like you, old man."
Qiantiao pursed her lips, grumbling.
Her playful mood about gambling was ruined, souring her mood completely.
And just then, as the group of knights saw the two resisting arrest, a heavy sword suddenly slashed towards Qiantiao.
Knights were not to be offended, and arrests could lead to on-the-spot execution.
The heavy sword, wrapped in fighting spirit, moved at lightning speed.
With a "swoosh," the sound of a blade cutting through the air, it seed a tragic incident was about to occur.
But what happened next shocked all the onlookers.
Hearing the sound of the blade, Qiantiao moved her ears slightly, still not dodging.
But in her eyes, the forrly idle gaze suddenly sharpened like lightning.
She didn't even bother to look at the heavy sword being swung at her, as her imposing aura erupted forth.
In an instant, an invisible force field rippled outward from her as the center, the aura easily deflecting the blade a foot away from her body, and the several hundred gamblers in the house were simultaneously overco by a terrifying killing intent, falling haphazardly to the ground.
Even the knight squadron of over twenty people outside on the street was thrown into chaos.
With her aura alone, Suri dominated the several hundred people present.
It was at the mont that aura burst forth that everyone seed to see a death god from hell, with the tangible sense of impending doom enveloping their hearts.
Everyone simultaneously took in a sharp breath, unwittingly drenched in cold sweat.
At this mont, the backstage boss of the second-floor gambling den had already turned deathly pale with fear.
He knew that this female gambler was an expert, having thought that summoning the town guard would solve the problem.
But what he didn't expect was that he had not provoked a re expert, but a terrifying killing god!
In the vast gambling house, only the old man in the blue shirt opposite her remained calm and unmoved.
In an instant, the vast gambling house fell silent as a graveyard.
All eyes were now fixed on the woman with the three knives at her waist, and each was fraught with shock.
...
"Oh..."
At almost the sa ti, Su Lun from the inn let out a light exclamation.
The mont Suri's aura exploded, he had felt the releasing aura.
Although there wasn't much in Atalan City that he considered a threat, he also didn't want to attract too much trouble.
Without hesitation, Su Lun also teleported directly over.
The scenery changed around him, and he had gone from the inn room to the gambling house.
He caught the scene of the knights in disarray.
The first thing Su Lun noticed was the old man in blue sitting opposite Suri, and he imdiately thought, "How strong!"
Professional individuals above the seventh tier are hard to gauge in terms of soul strength, but one glance at the real person can almost imdiately reveal their true strength.
This old man was definitely a top-tier powerhouse!
Su Lun first thought the enemy was this old man, yet sensed no malice, which seed very strange.
He also caught a glimpse of the patina-covered bamboo stick in the old man's hand.
As far as he knew, there were no bamboo plants in the waters of Dragon Country.
As Su Lun took another look at the old man, the old man also naturally noticed him imdiately.
Upon seeing Su Lun, he too let out a light exclamation and murmured, "Interesting. I thought I'd only encounter one, but here's another. With such strength, no wonder you've crossed the Eternal Night Black Sea."
Surprised, Su Lun listened and wondered: the old man actually spoke the common language of Luying?
Such a formidable person could not be a nobody.
His mind rapidly speculated about the old man's identity.
All along, Su Lun's gaze had never landed on any of the other people in the gambling den.
The atmosphere in the room grew even more eerie.
What was clearly an arrest operation seed to have been completely disregarded by the alleged "suspects."
However, at this mont, one of the knights seed to have recognized the identity of the old man, and, as if clutching at a lifeline, spoke with a panicked expression: "Elder Bartolo, I'm sorry for the disturbance!"
With that, the group of knights found their way out, exiting the gambling house in a disordered rush.
Su Lun keenly picked up on the na, and imdiately made the connection: "The 'Dragon Hunter' Bartolo Figaro? The legendary figure who's said to be able to slay a giant dragon alone?"
The fact that such a powerful old man could be him was the only explanation.
Su Lun had not anticipated that he would encounter this legendary top powerhouse from Dragon Country.
And it seed like the guy could speak the common language of Luying?
...
It was like a farce that had co on fiercely and departed just as quickly.
As the knights retreated, the people in the large gambling house looked at each other, baffled.
Gambling was clearly out of the question now. The old man also turned and left, not saying another word.
Su Lun had been curious about the old man's origins, but, seeing that he did not wish to speak with strangers, he dismissed the thought.
Suri also lost interest, got up, and called to Su Lun, "There's nothing left to bet on — let's go."
The two left the gambling house with no one daring to follow.
Walking into a deserted alley, Su Lun asked, "Suri, did you know that old man just now?"
Suri shook her head: "I don't know him. But he is a very formidable swordsman."
After a mont of reflection, she added, "Hmm... He may even surpass the realm of a Sword Saint."
"Swordsman?"
Su Lun mused upon hearing this.
A top swordsman, speaking the Luying language, around seventy or eighty years old...
Naturally, he first thought of the mbers of Black Sam's pirate crew who had co to these waters thirty years ago.
Su Lun thought of sothing, "Could it be 'Sword Demon' Saito? Is he still alive?"
It was a pity there had been no chance to ask a few more questions just now.
If it really was that renowned Sword Saint from the Black Sam's crew, that would definitely be a great help to seek out.
eting an old acquaintance in a foreign land, and with the relationship of Tanni, the son of the Pirate King, there should be sothing to talk about.
However, Su Lun didn't dwell on it too much.
That person ca here, most likely for that blue dragon, and there should be chances to et again later.
Su Lun asked again, "Did you just discover sothing?"
He knew that Qian Tiao wouldn't draw his sword for just a few knights, so there must be so other reason.
Qian Tiao: "It seems we were being watched by so unclean entity. But the mont I thought about making a move, it disappeared."
Suri thought of the altar in the castle's secret chamber and speculated, "It could be that unford Evil God worshipped by the Town Lord..."
After hearing this, Qian Tiao also felt it was possible.
After the Lingdun disaster, they had seen an Outer God that had taken form.
So now, encountering it was just that.
...
anwhile, a prison carriage was camping in a forest two or three hundred kiloters away from Atalan City.
The prison carriage was tightly wrapped in thick black cloth as if it contained so monstrous beast that dreaded the light.
The bonfire burned brightly, and the thick soup on it bubbled over, filling the forest with a rich aty aroma.
A group of fully-ard knights gathered around the fire.
Even during al and rest tis, there would always be a team of knights taking turns guarding the prison carriage.
Around the bonfire, the resting knights, also curious, whispered amongst themselves.
"What do you think, who is this Big Shot we are escorting this ti, that we were told never to open and look inside?"
"I don't know. It might be so female demon or humanoid monster from within, but since we're told not to open it, let's not open it."
"Hey, have you ever thought it could be that person on the recent wanted poster?"
"Ah, that 'Number One Beauty of the Pania Kingdom'? The witch rumored to have started a war between two countries?"
"Shh..."
"..."
Unknowingly, the night deepened.
A knight on guard duty finally couldn't resist his curiosity and secretly lifted a corner of the black cloth on the prison carriage.
He swore in his heart to only take one peek.
He just wanted to see what kind of beauty could have ensnared Your Majesty the King.
When the black cloth was lifted, his gaze penetrated inside.
It was this secret glimpse that allowed him to see a pair of beautiful azure pupils.
In an instant, the knight's eyes were filled with bewildernt; he saw a dreamlike world.
...
Perhaps because the altar of the Evil God did not want to be exposed, the incident of the burglary and fire at the Town Lord's mansion ultimately did not cause much of a stir.
Instead, Atalan City, due to the awakening of that blue dragon from dormancy, saw an influx of more and more outsiders.
Many of the locals had escaped beyond the city to seek refuge. That evil dragon had been in these seas for a hundred to two hundred years already, and the earlier generations had bloody lessons to show for it; if the sacrifices didn't satisfy the evil dragon, it would co to ravage the city.
On the third day at noon, adventurers crowded at the cliffs outside the city.
Eighteen frightened young girls with tear-streaked faces and a full ship of treasures were pushed into the sea. The sailboat, propelled by the wind, slowly headed toward the open waters.
The people ashore watched in solemn silence.
Suddenly, a high-pitched dragon's cry sounded from a great distance.
Among the crowd, Su Lun watched the black dot soaring in the far distance and narrowed his eyes slightly.
He swept a glance over the surrounding crowd but did not see the mysterious old man he had t the day before.
And it wasn't long before a communication from the Dawn's crew arrived: "Seven signal observation points have simultaneously confird the blue dragon's energy fluctuations within the 221~245 seventh-order unit range, and it is highly probable on the law level that it hasn't broken through to the eighth order!"
Dora brought the best energy observation instrunts from Mafa; these could precisely observe the range of biological energy fluctuations, and also determine the creature's tier, with minimal error.
This data ant that the current energy overflow of this seventh-order blue dragon was equivalent to more than two hundred normal seventh-order professionals!
A typical seventh-order magical beast was only three to five tis stronger than a human of the seventh order.
This two hundredfold energy, even if not an eighth-order giant dragon, was already absurdly exaggerated.
But as long as it was not eighth order, the problem wasn't too big.
Having heard this and reconfird the rumors, Su Lun was certain this blue dragon was of the seventh order.
He imdiately made a decision and instructed, "Proceed as planned. Prepare for dragon hunting!"
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