Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 154 Travelogue

Mobert was already quite familiar with the layout of Tudor Castle, and asked what was different about this gathering compared to the previous ones.

"We have invited some elves from the island of Sonia. This is an extremely rare opportunity to meet the legendary elf race."

"The elves..." Mobert recalled records about the elves.

The Elven race is not small, and thanks to someone's statement, the Storm Church has not carried out large-scale hunting. The race's living environment is quite good, and there are even signs of integration with humans on a small scale.

These elves have mostly migrated to Sonia Island, while the rest are scattered on some small islands outside the two continents, making them quite rare in this northern continent.

"We've also organized a trade fair in private, so don't walk too fast," a young man from the Tudor family suddenly said.

Mobert understood and nodded almost imperceptibly.

In the Solomon Kingdom, many things cannot be made public, such as certain formulas and properties of the "Black Emperor" method, as well as rare items that some noble children smuggled out of their families.

There are needs among the people, and some things need to be sold, which leads to private gatherings among the young nobles, and the Tudor family often hosts such gatherings.

Mobert and his companion soon arrived at the banquet hall, where the social interactions were no different from usual, mostly involving cultivating friendships among nobles.

However, the elves from Sonia Island were being scrutinized by many nobles, and some of them were already unable to suppress their anger.

But now is the age of empires, and those present are all noble children, so these elves have no choice but to suppress their true selves.

"I don't like these elves," Mobert told his friend. "They're too violent. I feel like I'd get beaten up if I walked around with them."

"Indeed!" Many nobles shared the same sentiment.

"But I think the elf's dark blue hair is quite beautiful," Mobert commented.

The people around him looked at him strangely, but they didn't know what to say. In the Solomon Empire, there was never a mainstream aesthetic; as long as it was distorted enough, it was acceptable.

The somewhat dull banquet ended, and many of the guests did not leave immediately. Instead, under the arrangement of the Tudor family, they entered a more secluded underground palace to conduct some transactions between extraordinary individuals.

"Where are Abraham's men?" Mobert found a corner, stole a flame, lit a cigarette, and searched for Abraham's family.

He had wanted to get his ancestor's Star Travels from Abraham for a long time, but he had never been able to.

"However, I recently heard that Duke Bethel Abraham has not been seen for several years. Their family rules should have been relaxed a bit."

Mobert muttered to himself, crushed his cigarette, and walked toward the familiar members of the Abraham family.

"Erwin!" Mobert approached a member of the Abraham family, pulling him aside. "Did you steal... cough cough, borrow any travelogues?"

"No!" The member of the Abraham family shook his head directly. "Don't even think about it. These star travelogues were written by high-ranking family elders, and we have a hard time borrowing them."

"I see..." Mobert said somewhat reluctantly, "How about I steal a travelogue from home, and you take it back and exchange it for one of mine?"

"No, how can your travelogues compare to the Stargazing Travelogue? The elders won't agree," Elwin Abraham refused. He was very proud of his family and had a strong yearning for the stars.

This is a characteristic of the Abraham family, and many people hold them in even greater awe for this reason.

Only this company has the ability to explore that boundless starry sky.

"Hey! You're looking down on me? Everyone has an angel in their family, right?" Mobert glared. "What I want to steal is a travelogue written by my old man himself, about his observations during the founding of Byron, and even..."

"About that ancestor of the Amon family!"

The Amon family... has already appeared and created all sorts of terrifying legends, making even the Duke's family wary and somewhat fearful.

Elvin Abraham's eyes lit up at the suggestion, and he immediately nodded. "Alright! If you can steal it, I'll even go to my grandfather's house and lie down to borrow one for you!"

"Deal!" Mobert finally fulfilled a wish.

In high spirits, Mobert wandered around the gathering of extraordinary people and saw a parchment-bound book on the table in front of a nobleman's son whom he did not know very well.

The book cover is dark brown, and a small note is affixed to the cover with a line written in Old Hermetic: "The Travels of Grosser".

"Another travelogue..." Mobert sensed a coincidence, but didn't dwell on it. Instead, he became quite interested in this particular travelogue.

"How much for this travelogue?" Mobert asked the nobleman's son.

"Are you from the Zoroaster family?" The nobleman recognized Mobert and then stated his needs.

"I need a magical item that can steal extraordinary abilities."

Mobert frowned. Such a magical item wasn't particularly valuable, but it was a bit too much for the Zoroaster family.

In the capital of Solomon, the potion recipes and properties of the great nobles are strictly controlled, as they are the foundation of these noble families.

Items obtained through the "Thief" route are generally only available to the Zoroaster family.

Mobert wanted to haggle for a lower price, but for some reason, he had a strong desire to buy the book as soon as he saw it and couldn't wait to read it at home.

Finally, he nodded, took out a ruby ​​ring from his pocket, tossed it to the other person, and took the book.

"Now that I've got it, I'd better head back as soon as possible and steal the old man's travelogue..." Mobert had no intention of staying any longer and secretly left Tudor Castle.

Just seconds after Mobert stepped out of Tudor Castle, a priest arrived outside the castle.

The priest glanced in the direction where Mobert had disappeared with his clear eyes, then looked away and calmly walked into Tudor Castle. The demigods and extraordinary beings present could not even notice him!

"Adam!" Arista Tudor, who was resting at the highest point of the castle, looked at Adam walking slowly towards him and his face became serious.

This was the second time Adam had found Him.

"I have no interest in what you have to say, nor do I have any intention of betraying His Majesty!" Arista Tudor said coldly, making his stance clear.

"Haven't you seen Trensost in a long time?" Adam ignored Alistair's rude attitude and walked calmly into Alistair's room, sat down in a chair, and asked with a smile.

Alistair's face suddenly stiffened, and a hint of madness flickered in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)