“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.

corner of Williams’s mouth twitched as he spread out his hands and said, “Go on, why are you

East Borough’s informants and was

nice girl, and come home every day to hot water, food, and warm greetings. You can share all the things you’ve seen in the day with her,

a quick foothold in Backlund’s East Borough, all thanks to Williams’s

“It’s built on the money I 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

ruckus, so if that’s the case, I might as well use the soli and the pence on me to trade for drinks. No one cares how much I earn here; everyone drinks and chats, and the mood is really good. If I want women, there are cute street girls outside. They wouldn’t quarrel with

believer of the Lord of Storms. One day, you’ll die from alcoholism or

least I’ve enjoyed life,” Williams replied without minding what she said. “I haven’t worked in almost three days, so I’m not going

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

an eye out for this man. Find him as

are different

many people in East Borough. There are people who die at any moment. Some leave, some come, and others become vagrants. It’ll be difficult to find

like him.” Xio took out a five-soli bill and handed it to him. “Here’s some beer money. If you can find the person in the portrait, I’ll… uh, give

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

Ten pounds for providing clues.” Xio pretended to look around the pub and answered, “Don’t forget about this matter, I’ll come back in a

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

it all back. All those profits! Xio silently

turned chaotic due to some conflict between a few

exasperation, then raised

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

advance to Sheriff… Xio sighed, feeling a mix of

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

from Roselle’s manuscript, Leppard was progressing

in line with

Klein offered a few suggestions for improvements, saying he would disburse the second investment payment next week, and expressed his hope of

was the inventor and had the

with the term “bicycle” and intend to adopt

Klein didn’t care.

noon, he returned to 15 Minsk Street, but before he could take off his hat, he heard a

Still in thought, Klein prepared to enter the living room and head to

that moment he heard the doorbell and when he opened the

Moriarty, Mrs. Sammer would like to invite you to a Sunday luncheon. There will

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