“Dear Mr. Fool, please tell Mr. World that I’ll try to gather the Mist Treant’s true root and juice as soon as possible.”

After receiving The Sun’s reply, Klein nodded indiscernibly and muttered to himself, “From the looks of it, he’s rather satisfied with the weapon.

“Even without the additional effects from the environment, the Axe of Hurricane is still quite a formidable weapon.”

He had passed the information regarding the Beyonder weapon’s characteristics and limitations to The Sun. He didn’t describe it directly in order to avoid sounding naggy. He needed to maintain his image.

After doing all of this, Klein didn’t stay any longer and immediately returned to the real world, changed his clothes, and left Black Palm Street.

East Borough, Dharavi Street, in a cramped but lively pub.

Xio Derecha covered her nose and mouth as she squeezed in. To her, what was bad about this place wasn’t just because it smelled of alcohol and sweat, but that she would easily encounter people much taller than she was. She had to face their armpits and the strong odor was nauseating.

Using a great deal of effort and even using the powers of an Arbiter, Xio finally squeezed her way to the bar counter and saw the man she was looking for.

It was a young man in his twenties. He had a face as long and thin as a horse. His eyebrows were messy and ferocious, but his facial features were relatively soft.

He was gulping down alcohol and laughing loudly with the patrons around him.

“Williams, I have something to talk to you about.” Xio banged on the wooden counter.

This boorish action immediately attracted many angry gazes. However, they quickly retreated under the stern gaze of an Arbiter.

“Oh, Xio, I haven’t seen you in days. Let me see, it’s been a week, no—at least three weeks. Care for a drink? Half and Half?” Williams said, half drunk and half surprised.

Half and Half was one of the most popular alcoholic beverages in East Borough, made from malt beer and fortified grape wine, and because it has precisely made up of two constituents of equal proportion, it was known as Half and Half.

“Are you really going to let me drink?” Xio pricked up her brows.

“No, he doesn’t!” the boss, who was wiping the glasses, hurriedly answered on Williams’s behalf.

He clearly remembered how deadly the girl would become when she got drunk. She would use her fists to persuade the guests to quit drinking and throw them out one by one.

spread out his hands and said, “Go on,

informants

in the day with her, and she can tell you about the trivial things that happened in your house, and there

foothold in Backlund’s East Borough, all thanks to Williams’s help, so she had always wanted him

bring back, and I’ve seen through the farce. If I could bring home twenty soli a week, I’m sure my family would be warm and just as you described it to be, but if not,

soli and the pence on me to

and said, “You really are an incorrigible believer of the Lord of Storms. One day, you’ll

without minding what she said. “I haven’t worked in almost three days, so I’m not going to

her short, disheveled blond hair and handed him the portrait of Lanevus that Audrey had

an eye out for this man.

are different

stupor and glanced at it before tsking. “He looks too ordinary, and there are so many people in East Borough. There are people who die at any moment. Some leave, some come, and others become vagrants. It’ll

if you find anyone who looks like him.” Xio took out a five-soli bill and handed it to him. “Here’s

become so generous? Or is this

is worth. Ten pounds for providing clues.” Xio pretended to look around the pub and answered, “Don’t forget

issued the mission to the gang leaders and informants she knew, and

one of them succeeds, I’ll earn it all back. All those profits! Xio silently cheered

that moment, the scene gradually turned chaotic due to some

over in exasperation, then raised her

pub, and it was as though the drunkards had met their nemesis

advance to Sheriff… Xio sighed, feeling a mix of

the long trip to St. George Borough which was like another city altogether

and the revelation from Roselle’s manuscript, Leppard was progressing very quickly on the bicycle project

very much in line with

for improvements, saying he would disburse the second investment payment next week, and expressed his hope of bringing in new investors as soon as possible, so that

he was the inventor and had the

term “bicycle” and intend to

Klein didn’t care.

returned to 15 Minsk Street, but before he could

in thought,

the doorbell and when he opened the door,

would like to invite you to a Sunday luncheon. There will be a lot

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