Chapter 517: Chapter 511: Not Fond of High-profile
The overbearing terror inflicted by the sanctioned forces caused David Jones’s boat to lose its wind and automatically slow down. The shrimp soldiers, moving at the side to clear the way, shrank back in fear, no brave enough to stir.
“I’m Jewel, the rmaid, hoping to see the honorable guest,” Jewel said delicately.
When Jewel didn’t see any movent inside the vehicle, she blinked her long eyelashes softly.
Then she moved along the water, causing the waves on the lake to surge. She made way for the vehicle to pass.
“I apologize for my intrusion. Since you don’t wish to see , I wish you a smooth journey,” Jewel said, her voice hinting at resignation.
Jewel hesitated for a mont but eventually abandoned the idea of using her psychic power to probe.
Though the indifferent attitude of David Jones infuriated her, she tempered her anger by reminding herself that he belonged to the Ghosts — a group who judged solely by the Aries on the forehead. This made her more convinced of his strength.
The rmaid species had an innate charm that could captivate the minds of others, even crossing species boundaries. But this charm had limitations.
For example, Jewel, a rmaid with a Class VI Ghost King power, was able to captivate dozens of Class IV or lower Ghost Lords on sight, without explicitly exerting her charm.
If she deliberately employed her charming ability, she could even seize the mind of a Ghost Prince of Class V with her every move.
During her prior negotiation, Jewel added a hint of allure to her voice. If David Jones did not have a psychic level of at least a Class VI Ghost King, he would not be able to resist her charm.
“I almost thought I’d die here today!” said a relieved Greenox as he wiped the cold sweat off his forehead with his rough palm. He glanced at the rear compartnt, his eyes filled with puzzlent.
“If I were a person of noble status and power, I would have been talking and laughing with the leader of the rmaid tribe by now,” he mused to himself.
“It’s no wonder that she refused Beryl’s service. The person who even disregards the ravishing beauty of Silver-Abyssal City,” Greenox thought to himself.
Inside the carriage, David Jones silently watched Jewel’s seductive figure disappearing into the water whilst he caressed Lolo’s smooth head.
The Queen of the rmaid Tribe was undoubtedly trouble in disguise.
David Jones did wish for the rmaid Tears, but didn’t want to acquire them by defying risks and dealing with the rmaid tribe.
He simply needed to offer a high enough price on the market and acquiring any amount of rmaid Tears would not be an issue.
After all, no healer within the Umbral Kingdom has discovered that these valuable rmaid Tears could be used as a dicine to prolong life when paired with specific elixir formulas. Therefore, most people regarded them as a sort of rare gem to be used for decoration and enjoynt.
In contrast, in the Flowery Kingdom, the Class VI King of the rmaid would be exclusively kept and protected by the Trainer Guild. There would be no chance for the rmaid to freely roam and rule over her territory.
After successfully passing the rmaid Lake, Greenox said with a smile, “Suffering County is neither too big nor too small. Due to its unique geographical advantage, it has attracted many adventurers seeking hunting opportunities and encounters in the river system of Star Abyss Lake, gradually forming a small and dium-sized trading place nad ‘Lakeview Pavilion’.”
“There are no King or upper-level resources in the Lakeview Pavilion, but there are so special products from Star Abyss Lake that are quite rare. Sir, you may consider taking a detour if you are interested.”
The corners of David Jones’s eyes narrowed slightly.
“Are there any rmaid Tears for sale at the Lakeview Pavilion?” he asked.
“rmaid Tears?” asked Greenox, slightly taken aback.
The ghost forces inside the rmaid Tears were straightforward and they couldn’t be absorbed to enhance one’s strength. Aside from their pretty appearance, they essentially didn’t garner much attention from the strong. On the other hand, they were loved by the ladies and were not seemingly useful to him.
Greenox scratched his head, speaking uncertainly, “There probably aren’t any. rmaid Tears are usually sold in jewelry stores, and the price is shockingly high.”
David Jones glanced at Greenox, “There’s no need to go to Lakeview Pavilion. You just need to help investigate any news of rmaid Tears.”
David Jones, having attended the national resource gathering known as the top-grade Star Moon Auction Event, had no particular interest in the Lakeview Pavilion trading market filled with a jumble of good and bad rchandise.
Instead of participating in such trade fairs, he had better push Lolo to open the box faster. Who knows? He might even be able to get a Bodhi tree sapling and a Kylin from Collins Clark’s top-grade Star Ring.
Upon seeing David Jones’s expression, Greenox softly replied, “Understood, Sir. I will inquire about it the mont we enter the city.”
David Jones nodded, and began to restore his energy with closed eyes.
Since he was in a hurry to get on the road, there was no way to train his pets. So, entering the Calm Mind state beca the best way to cultivate.
At this mont, except for Rainbow who was still vexed and trying to break the Star Ring limit, all other pets had entered a quiet state of cultivation.
The ox-driven carriage moved northward towards Suffering County, stopping when the moon was high.
David Jones pulled up the carriage curtain to look outside. In view was a city gate about fifteen ters tall and ten ters wide, and the weather-beaten city gates revealed an air of yesteryears.
At this ti, the city gate was closed, was brightly lit, and there were tents of groups of rchants not far from the city wall.
Apparently, because they arrived too late and missed the city gate opening ti, these long-distance traders had to camp on-site and wait for the city gate to open the following morning.
“Open the door hurry up, don’t delay the Lord’s ti!”
As the admiring eyes of the traders fell upon him, Greenox strode forward, exerting his Arcane Force and intercepted right before the gate. A strong force was applied and a loud noise ensued. The thick and hefty gate almost opened up.
“Stop right there. A re upper-level Class IV is daring enough to barge in, aren’t you afraid of the County Head’s bla?” A man dressed in a brocade robe looked at the ox-cart, a puzzled look in his eyes.
Just then, a loud shout ca from the city wall.
“Who dares to…”
As the light of the fire illuminated Greenox’s face, the guard who had just shouted stopped abruptly and his face broke into a sycophantic smile.
“Mr. Greenox, my apologies for the delay – I will open the gate for you imdiately!”
In the Umbral kingdom, the rules are a restriction for the weak, but for the strong, they are without constraint.
A lowly guard, he did not dare to offend a Class V Ghost Prince. Especially considering that his superior’s own superior, the Head of Suffering County, only had abilities in the Ghost Prince realm.
“Rumbling!”
Soon, the tightly closed city gate opened slowly. Greenox whipped the reins, driving the ox-cart into Suffering County.
“I prefer a low profile; forced break-ins like this aren’t allowed in the future, otherwise, our cooperation is off.”
At this mont, the calm voice of David Jones suddenly echoed in Greenox’s mind, causing him to go pale and sweat profusely across his back from the sudden shock.
“Understood,” said Greenox, showing his determination. He took the knife from his waist and made a cut on his palm as an apology.
“I hope you will forgive , Sir,” Greenox apologized..
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