“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.

mouth twitched as he spread out his hands

one of East Borough’s informants and was connected to

you’ve seen in the day with her, and she can tell you about the trivial things that

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

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

soli and the pence on me

really are an incorrigible believer of the Lord

what she said. “I haven’t worked in almost three days,

him. She stroked her short, disheveled blond hair and handed him the

this man. Find him

different portraits

of paper in his 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

a five-soli bill

Williams whistled. “Xio, when did you become so generous? Or is this

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

to the gang leaders and informants she

silently cheered herself on and walked out of the pub with

gradually turned chaotic due to some

over in exasperation, then raised her voice

of dominance reverberated within the pub, and it was as though the drunkards had met their nemesis as they hurriedly sat down. Some of them even hugged their

when I’ll advance to Sheriff… Xio sighed, feeling a mix of satisfaction and

the long trip to St. George Borough which

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

much in line with Klein’s

he would disburse the second investment payment next week, and expressed his hope of bringing in new investors

he was the inventor and had the

and intend to adopt

Klein didn’t care.

returned to 15 Minsk Street, but before he could take off his

collected the information on the abject nobles so quickly? Still in thought, Klein prepared to enter the living room and head to

that moment he heard the doorbell and when he opened the door, he saw Julianne, the maid from the Sammers next

would like to invite you to a Sunday luncheon. There will be a lot of neighbors attending,”

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