Mystery: The Undead Don't Die from Linking the Fire

Chapter 105 So it was you, you bastard!

Bayam, the city of generosity.

After the Azure Avenger landed at the port, Alger led Ember around the city a few times.

Having shaken off the imagined trackers and monitors, they finally arrived at a house with Ember and rang the doorbell.

This is the residence of the craftsman that Alger found for the Ember.

"Ding-a-ling!"

Shortly after the bell rang, the front door of the house was opened.

A lean, middle-aged man with flaxen hair and tanned skin emerged from behind the door and glanced at Alger with some surprise.

"Alger, what are you doing here?"

"Let's go inside and talk."

Alger nodded slightly to him.

"it is good."

The 'craftsman' shrugged, clearly trusting Alger implicitly, and stepped aside to let the two in without any suspicion.

Let me introduce myself.

Alger pointed to the two men and introduced them one by one, "This is Sharf, a highly skilled craftsman. I think he should be able to meet your needs. This is Ash, who hopes to commission you to help create two magical items."

"no problem."

Sharf said generously, "Just pay up. Also, remember to tell me your requirements for magical items before you do it, otherwise I won't be responsible after it's done."

"Please change the appearance for me."

Yu Jin thought for a moment, then pulled out a pair of iron-black metal gloves from somewhere.

"Can."

Sharl glanced at it, his expression shifting slightly, but he still nodded gently.

However, before he could finish speaking, Ember pulled out several other magical items—

An unremarkable tin pocket watch, a rather simple-looking four-leaf clover amulet, and a huge, crudely made pistol.

"..."

Sharf suddenly fell silent for a long time, then asked, "Is there anything else?"

"That's all, just these four items."

Ember shook his head and asked, "How long will it take to modify them?"

"This could take a very long time."

After hesitating for a long time, Sharf said with a slightly uneasy expression, "In addition, this will cost 1000 pounds."

Yu Jin was not surprised by this and counted out twenty ten-pound notes and handed them over.

After all, Alger had reminded him before he came that the craftsmen would charge a fee for their work.

Sharf silently accepted the money.

She didn't even bother to exchange pleasantries with Alger; she simply stared at him silently.

Alger found the look in his eyes a little strange, but he didn't think much of it.

He simply said hello and prepared to leave.

Just as the two were leaving the room, Sharl suddenly called them back.

"Alger".

Sharf took a deep look at Alger's retreating figure, then suddenly said, "That magical item you asked me to make for you last time is finished. Come with me."

"Wait a mininute."

Alger looked at Sharf with some confusion.

But he didn't say much, just apologized to Yu Jin, and then followed him into the inner room.

"Who exactly is he?!"

Sharf closed the bedroom door and asked in a deep voice.

Alger frowned slightly, but without the slightest hesitation replied, "He's my friend, absolutely trustworthy. Is there a problem?"

"This is a huge problem!"

Upon hearing Alger's assurance that it was reliable, Sharf gave a wry smile. "Do you know the origin of his magical items?"

Alger paused for two seconds, but didn't try to hide anything. He simply said, "He has some conflicts with the Ninth Military Intelligence Bureau of the Kingdom of Rune. These are spoils of war he obtained from the extraordinary individuals in the Ninth Military Intelligence Bureau."

With that, Alger raised an eyebrow and retorted, "Are you afraid?"

"right."

Sharf nodded without hesitation, which surprised Alger.

"You know that."

Sharf seemed very nervous. After finally managing to gather his thoughts, his words were still somewhat incoherent. "I am a craftsman, and my previous sequence was appraiser. I can quickly determine the abilities and grade of magical items."

"Two of his four magical items are at Sequence 5."

"One is that glove, and the other is that lucky clover."

"I know."

Alger nodded without surprise, but this only made him more puzzled. "Is there a problem?"

He already knew that the embers could kill a Sequence 5 Beyonder.

It's not surprising to find magical items at Sequence 5.

As a craftsman, Sharf lacks self-defense capabilities due to his 'Generalist' pathway.

But he was still a Sequence 6 'mechanical expert' and had created quite a few Sequence 5 level magical items.

Moreover, he wasn't fond of the Kingdom of Rune itself, otherwise he wouldn't have stayed in an overseas colony.

These two things alone shouldn't be enough to make him panic like this.

Sharf smiled wryly, "The problem is that the remaining two magical items are at Sequence 4 level!"

"Sequence 4, Demigod?!"

Alger's expression froze, and he finally realized what was happening.

That's why I asked you if he's reliable.

Sharf looked distressed and said helplessly, "If we can't be relied on, we'll both be dead."

"rest assured."

Alger quickly regained his composure and said in a deep voice, "I still maintain that he is absolutely reliable. But..."

Alger gave him a deep look. "On the condition that you don't try to do anything underhanded."

A magical item of Sequence 4 can only be wielded by a demigod of Sequence 4.

It's possible that Ember has a Sequence 4 artifact, but having two is only possible because he once killed a Sequence 4 Beyonder!

And if he's not mistaken, this should be something that happened recently—

That is, the period from when he appeared at sea until they met.

For any faction, those who are demigods or above are absolutely the top pillars.

The death of any demigod can cripple a faction.

If the news leaks out, Yu Jin will likely be hunted down and killed by this force.

Do you think I'm stupid?

Sharf asked in return with a wry smile.

Putting aside the fact that he was supposed to keep his customers' information confidential, the cost of leaking information was something he couldn't afford.

"Do your job well."

Alger patted Sharf on the shoulder and encouraged him.

"etc!"

Seeing that Alger was about to leave, Sharf suddenly grabbed him and handed him a coin. "This is the magical item you ordered last time, the Spirit Whip. I was originally going to sell it for 4000 pounds. I'll give you a 25% discount, so it's 3000 pounds. Thank you."

"Are you robbing me?!"

Alger's face immediately darkened.

"Do you want some?"

"I ask you back," Sharf countered.

"I'll give you the rest of the money next time."

Alger took a deep breath, pulled two thousand pounds from his pocket and shoved it into the other man's hand, gritting his teeth as he spoke.

"No."

Seeing that the other party couldn't produce any money, Sharlf's face darkened, and he said irritably, "The rest is on me, I'll treat you to drinks, but..."

Sharf cautioned, "You mustn't let your friend know about our conversation."

He didn't want to be targeted by a demigod.

"Don't you trust me to do things?"

Alger countered with a question that made Sharf somewhat embarrassed.

Seeing this, Alger didn't make things difficult for him, but just snorted and turned to leave.

This seems to be an expression of dissatisfaction with the doubts surrounding Sharf.

When the two left the room, Alger's expression had somehow returned to normal.

On the surface, there was nothing unusual.

"Got the stuff, let's go."

Alger raised the ring on his hand and smiled at Ember by the door.

You might not believe it, but it's true.

Not far from Sharf's house, Alger touched the ring on his hand, a smile playing on his lips. "This ring, while not as useful as yours, is worth at least 4000 pounds because it's made from a combination of extraordinary properties from two different sources!"

"And I only spent 2000 pounds, thanks to you."

"Oh?"

Ember was slightly surprised. "Isn't this the magical item you ordered from him? What does it have to do with me?"

He lied.

Alger shrugged and casually said, "Two of your four magical items are Sequence 5, and the other two are Sequence 4. So he used the excuse that I had a pre-ordered magical item to bring me into the room, but his real purpose was to find out information about you from me."

"And he sold me this amazing item at cost price."

A normal Sequence 7 magical item is priced at around 2000 pounds.

Of that, £1600 is the cost of the extraordinary features and £400 is the production cost.

If you were to purchase two magical items of Sequence 7, the value would be approximately £4000.

However, if a magical item is composed of two extraordinary properties, its value will skyrocket.

They can sell for at least five or even six thousand pounds!

Because magical items all have side effects.

While using magical items, one may also experience their side effects.

Using two magical items means you have to bear two side effects at the same time.

However, if a magical item is composed of two different extraordinary properties, it will have the same function as two magical items, but will only have one side effect.

This is precisely why such magical items, composed of a mixture of extraordinary properties from different sequences, are highly valuable.

This ring can be considered a practice piece by Sharf.

It combines the extraordinary features of a Sequence 7 piece and a Sequence 9 piece.

If broken down, the value is at least £2700.

When the two are combined, their value is at least £3500!

Due to their rarity, the premium can even reach 4000 pounds!

And now, Alger has acquired a magical item worth at least £4000 for only £2000!

It barely covers the cost of Sharl's production, and may not even cover the cost.

This situation can generally only be described in two words—

Blood earned!

Moreover, it wasn't that Alger deliberately took advantage of Sharf; it was that Sharf forced him to take advantage.

"I see."

Upon hearing Alger's explanation, Ember showed a look of realization, but made no further comment.

It was as if this matter was nothing out of the ordinary for him and not worth paying attention to.

And that is indeed the case.

"So you really don't care?"

Alger's expression was slightly smug, but his eyes were constantly observing Ember's expression.

Seeing that the other person still looked relaxed, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Although the fact that Ember killed a demigod had startled him, he could not hide it from him.

Firstly, Sharf held a high position in his heart, but not as high as Ember and Tarot.

It's not worth him hiding information from Ember for Sharf's sake.

Secondly, Alger didn't dare gamble that Ember hadn't heard their conversation!

After all, the number of magical items the other party possessed was far beyond his imagination, and since he was able to kill a demigod, he must also be of a corresponding rank.

It was just a wall, which could not possibly stop the other party from spying, even if Sharf had made arrangements.

Rather than hiding this conversation and causing a rift in their relationship, it's better to tell the whole story.

In retrospect, his choice was indeed the right one.

"What if he runs away?"

"Ember suddenly asked."

"Probably not."

Alger replied, then hesitated, "But not necessarily. Sharf has never been very brave. So it's unlikely he'd dare to run away with your magical item. But precisely because he's not very brave, he might also run away out of fear."

"Should I go back and keep an eye on him?"

Those were four extraordinary items, and those two Sequence 5 magical items alone were worth tens of thousands of gold pounds!

Not to mention the two magical items at Sequence 4, whose value cannot be measured in money.

If something really goes wrong, Alger will be held responsible and will die a thousand deaths.

After all, he was the one who introduced the person to Yu Jin.

Alger wouldn't dare gamble on Sharf's character at a time like this!

"Need not."

"He can't escape," Yu Jin said casually.

"Too."

Alger's expression showed understanding.

Putting aside the fact that we are at sea, even if the other party wanted to run away, where could they run to?

Alger believed that if it came to speed, his Azure Avenger was definitely one of the fastest ships at sea.

He can let Sharf run first.

and--

Although there are only two of them, don't forget that Ember still has the ability to summon souls.

Although the other party didn't say it, there were probably spirits guarding outside Sharlf's mansion.

"What should we say next?"

Alger abruptly changed the subject, asking with a smile, "Shall we go to the hotel, or explore the city for a while first?"

"What's fun about it?"

Yu Jin asked with great interest.

Alger shrugged and said frankly, "If you were to ask me, my answer would be no different from that of any ordinary pirate. To borrow the words of Emperor Roselle, there are three things in life that are inevitable: strong liquor, women, and gambling."

"Let's go to the casino then."

Yu Jin looked at his luck stat of 99+ and suddenly said, "I'm pretty lucky, I can give it a try."

"OK."

Alger chuckled and said, "But you'd better be careful. As Emperor Roselle once said, a little gambling is harmless, but excessive gambling is harmful. If we lose all our money, we'll be sleeping on the streets tonight."

"It's not a big problem."

Ember said firmly, "I'll only bet one pound."

"That's not impossible, but..."

Alger nodded slightly, but then hesitated and asked, "Could you take your ring off for now?"

Why?

"Ember asked in surprise."

"Mainly because it's too conspicuous."

Alger shrugged and said helplessly, "It's fine if I lose money, but if I win money, it might be a bit troublesome, and it won't be easy to get out of the casino."

"Alright."

After a moment's thought, Yu Jin nodded in agreement.

Anyway, he can put on and take off these rings at any time with a thought, so it doesn't really matter.

We didn't take it off in the past mainly because it wasn't necessary.

I thought about it.

Ember removed almost all the rings, leaving only a gold ring with a coiled snake design.

……

"The plan is going smoothly."

Somewhere in Backlund, a slender figure stood by the window, gazing at the blood moon outside.

The woman had excellent proportions and her clothing was somewhat eccentric, yet she seemed to be frowning at the moment.

Her pink lips parted slightly, as if she were whispering to herself.

"They had no doubts about me; fate made everything seem just right."

"I knew that the moment I entered '0-08,' it also knew me."

"It incorporated me into the story, and coincidences made it all make sense."

"The vessel for the true creation's descent has been destroyed, and I have successfully ascended to the rank of Sequence 2 Sage."

"The goddess of the night has not appeared; Ariana, the 'Hidden Servant,' is acting on her behalf."

"They seem to have reached some kind of cooperation agreement with the Aurora Club."

"Archbishop Anthony's rank was limited, and he didn't even know where the follower named Ash was."

"However, according to various clues, he seems to be at sea now."

"The Church of the Night seems to want him to stay away from Backlund for the time being, but it probably doesn't want him to leave the sphere of influence of the Kingdom of Rune."

"Therefore, his most likely location right now is the Sea of ​​Sunya."

"Of course, this is just my guess."

"Once he returns to Backlund, the Church of the Night may arrange for me to have further contact with him."

"so."

The woman looked up at the bright, clear blue full moon in the sky and said softly, "Are you satisfied?"

……

Bayam, in an ordinary house not far from the governor's residence.

In the spacious basement, candles burned quietly, casting a dim, yellowish light around them.

On the stone steps leading to the ground, a shadow gradually lengthened in the dim light.

Soon, a figure appeared in the basement.

He was wearing a tailcoat and a black trench coat, and his brown hair was neatly combed back.

His eyes weren't large, but they were bright and expressive, and he had a light mustache around his mouth, making him look like a gentleman.

His name is Odel, the "Silver Coin Viper" Odel.

But at the moment.

The gentleman appeared somewhat uneasy, his body trembling slightly as he looked at the middle-aged man whose body was still half-shrouded in shadow under the dim light.

"Help me find someone."

The middle-aged gentleman turned around and spoke in a low, hoarse voice.

"Of course, Lord Señor."

Odel lowered his head, concealing the surprise in his eyes, and asked respectfully, "Who are you looking for? What are their characteristics?"

"Blood Admiral" Señor wore an old tricorn hat, his eyes were sunken, and his face was frighteningly pale, making him look more like an evil spirit than a human.

He raised his hand and wiped the two black whiskers on his lips, then slowly said,

"His distinctive feature is that he always wears ten oddly shaped rings."

"Looking for someone who wears ten rings?"

Odel paused, his expression one of utter surprise, and hesitated before asking, "Is the person you're looking for a man or a woman?"

Señor gave Odel a cold look, his voice clearly carrying a hint of threat, "This is none of your business. You just need to find him and give me the information."

"Of course, of course!"

Odel nodded hastily in agreement, his heart filled with trepidation. He hurriedly and respectfully said, "Lord Señor, Vivian is still waiting for you at home. When will you have the honor of visiting my humble abode again?"

"Get out tonight."

Señor gave a cold laugh.

Odel bowed respectfully and backed up the stone steps.

After Odel left the basement, Señor turned to look at the altar covered with dried, mottled bloodstains and spoke with an even more respectful attitude than when Odel had faced him.

"Lord Jax, is there anything else you require?"

Is he trustworthy?

A cold voice came from the curtains hanging around the altar.

Then, as if it came to life, the curtain rolled up on both sides, smoothly tied itself into a knot, and fell to the center of the altar.

A slightly transparent figure appeared beside the altar at some point.

His skin was brownish, and the wrinkles on his face formed deep furrows. His white hair was sparse, like autumn leaves, and he seemed to have lived for many, many years.

"Of course not, Lord Jax."

Señor didn't dare to look up, but said respectfully, "Odell is a despicable businessman, and the word 'trustworthy' has never been associated with him. However, he is indeed extremely capable in gathering intelligence, and we have no other choice but to cooperate with him now."

Who is Vivian?

Jax stared at Señor, his voice cold and devoid of any emotion.

"She is Odell's mistress."

Señor quickly explained.

"Enjoying pleasures is fine, but don't let it interfere with fulfilling God's commands."

"Yes, Lord Jax."

Jacks didn't look at him again, but instead focused his gaze on the candlelight around the altar.

His gaze was humble, yet seemed to carry a hint of doubt.

God seemed a bit strange today; he felt something different from usual.

But he did receive a divine oracle.

"Lord Jax."

Señor hesitated for two seconds, then whispered, "May I ask what the full text of the oracle is?"

Jacks glanced at him and said casually, "Find the messenger who wears ten rings and have him search for and collect as many as possible the twenty-two blasphemous cards, especially the Moon card."

Jacks hesitated for a moment, then continued, "And, Mother's Brand."

……

"Damn! He won again!"

"What the hell?! How could they win like that?!"

"Just follow him down! As long as I follow him down, I can do it even if I have to go up!"

"Yeah, yeah, bro, lend me some money, I'm definitely going to win this round!"

Listening to the commotion of the crowd around him, Alger looked at Ember, who remained calm and composed, and his eyes twitched slightly.

Before coming, I was just thinking of playing a few rounds.

As a result, Ember has managed to win over 10,000 gold pounds by playing with just one gold pound!

This is truly a case of making a huge profit from a small investment!

Even sitting right next to him, he couldn't tell how Yu Jin cheated; it seemed like he just won by sheer luck.

Could it be that he possesses a magical item that grants him good luck?

but……

Alger glanced at the croupier's ashen face, his expression strange.

Casinos are illegal within the Kingdom of Rune.

But in the kingdom’s vast overseas colonies, it was not only legal, but also a pillar industry.

Bayam is one of the best among them.

But those who know about casinos know that it's always more about losing than winning.

The wealthy men who came all the way from Backlund and the coast of the Intersea often ended up losing everything except their pants.

Losing money is no big deal.

But if you win money, the problem becomes much more complicated.

While they wouldn't actually stop you from leaving, that would ruin the casino's reputation.

But once you leave the casino, whatever happens there is no longer the casino's concern.

After all, this is a maritime colony, and the last thing it has in abundance is pirates.

Even in Bayam, it's perfectly reasonable to be robbed while walking down the street.

The owner of this gold coin casino is a powerful gang leader with an inexplicable yet subtle connection to the bigwig in the governor's mansion.

What happens after you leave the casino? Those who know, know.

However, unless there is evidence proving that the person who robbed you is connected to the casino, then it is unrelated to the casino.

So they could only accept their bad luck.

of course.

No matter how strong the casino's henchmen are, they can't possibly be stronger than a demigod.

It's at most Sequence 6, which wouldn't even intimidate Alger too much, let alone Ember, who can kill a demigod in one go.

The only problem is...

This will get them into a lot of trouble and may waste a lot of time.

"However..."

Alger stroked his chin.

Since Yu Jin didn't care, he naturally wouldn't try to persuade him.

Making money by taking advantage of others' success is the right way.

After all, he didn't have the same good luck as Yu Jin. If he were to come to the casino...

That would only leave you penniless.

"Let's go."

Yu Jin suddenly stood up and said casually.

Alger raised an eyebrow, put away his chips, and followed Ember away, exchanging them for gold pounds at the window.

On the second floor of the casino, in front of a large floor-to-ceiling window, a bald man in a suit is watching two people exchanging chips at the window.

Behind him, a subordinate, also dressed in a suit and tie, made a throat-slitting gesture and asked for instructions.

"Boss, should we...?"

"idiot."

The bald man glanced at his subordinates and said irritably, "Tell the men below to let them go. I can afford to pay ten thousand gold pounds."

Cheating is useless in his casino.

Only the truly lucky ones can win money from him.

But luck alone is far from enough.

Because he possesses a magical item crafted from the extraordinary properties of a Monster Path Sequence 5 winner, which can bring misfortune upon his enemies.

He wouldn't care if he won a few hundred or a thousand pounds.

But if the other party wins too much through "luck," then don't blame him for using magical items in return.

The fact that someone can resist the curse of this magical item means that they are at least a winner of the Monster Path Sequence 5!

To rashly make an enemy of such a person for a mere ten thousand pounds is undoubtedly the most foolish thing to do.

not to mention.

The other party only won a little over ten thousand gold pounds, which was already a great honor for him.

He can't be ungrateful.

"Yes, boss."

The subordinate hurriedly bowed his head in agreement, but then added tremblingly, "There's one more thing. 'Silver Coin Viper' Odel has commissioned someone to find a person wearing ten strange rings."

"Oh?"

The bald man's expression shifted slightly, a look of surprise appearing on his face. He asked, "You found this person? Do you know what he looks like?"

"Not found yet..."

"Then tell me your reasons. We're doing legitimate business, so don't engage in such underhanded and backstabbing things. Also, try to avoid associating with these kinds of people in the future."

"……clear."

"But you have to keep looking for him, but don't tell Odell, understand?"

"Also, find out who sent Odell to find these people."

"clear."

His subordinate kept his head down, his expression somewhat strange.

Let him find someone, but don't tell Odel. Isn't that just waiting for a better price?

and also.

Although Odel often provides information that is half true and half false, he is, after all, an information broker.

Stabbing someone in the back, isn't that something you often do, boss?

……

"Nobody's causing trouble?"

Alger, who had left the casino, looked back at the empty street with a surprised expression.

"It's not that bad."

Ember glanced at Alger and said, "It's only ten thousand gold pounds. People who can afford to run such a big casino wouldn't make a big fuss over such a small amount of money."

"Just... nothing... a small amount of money?"

Alger's expression twitched, but considering Ember's strength, it might really be just a small amount of money to him.

Alger shook his head, even though Ember had already shown enough strength.

However, his mindset has not been completely reversed, and he is not yet fully adapted.

After all, he was only a Sequence 6.

Although he had obtained the extraordinary materials he needed, his progress in digesting the potion was not that fast.

Fortunately, it's alright.

Although he wasn't very lucky, he still made a small profit by betting with Ember this time.

so.

This was a good deal.

……

The following morning, at Sharf's mansion.

A knock on the door startled Sharf so much that he trembled all over, but he gritted his teeth and went to open it.

"It's you guys."

Sweating profusely, Sharf opened the door and managed a forced smile when he saw the two of them.

Why are you sweating so much?

Alger suddenly frowned and asked.

"..."

Sharlf's expression stiffened, and he said with a wry smile, "Do you think magical items are so easy to modify? Don't even mention me, even if you were to work on it all night long with your mind on edge, you would end up like me."

"Where are the things?"

Alger shook his head and asked again.

"It's on the table."

Having not slept all night, Sharf wiped his sweat, looking somewhat tired, and pointed to the table in the living room.

Yu Jin glanced at it.

The "Concerto of Light and Shadow," originally a tin pocket watch, was transformed into a gold wristwatch.

The lucky clover has been made into a necklace, and the four-leaf clover inside has been concealed so that its original shape cannot be recognized.

The iron-black gloves had their palms removed, turning them into wrist guards.

The biggest change is to "Riverd's Desperate Cry," which has been transformed from a rugged-looking gun with six thick barrels into a seemingly ordinary revolver.

"What happened?"

Alger frowned and asked, "Hasn't it been changed very little?"

"There's not enough time!"

Sharf immediately complained bitterly, "You only came to me yesterday. Even if I worked overtime all night, I couldn't possibly fix it so quickly, especially since these magical items are of such high quality! It's only because of me that I can fix one item for you. Anyone else would be lucky to fix one."

Although Ember's requirements were not high, he only wanted a slight change in appearance.

But these are magical items after all, and even changing their appearance can lead to damage if you're not careful.

Given the limited time, Sharf could only make minor alterations to the appearance.

For example, turning a pocket watch into a wristwatch, or an amulet into a necklace.

Even so, he had to be careful not to damage its core extraordinary properties.

If he wanted to completely change its shape, such as turning the watch into a necklace or ring, that wasn't out of the question.

But this involves a huge amount of work and requires a lot of time; one night is definitely not enough!

The other three items are fine; they only require minor modifications to the existing ones.

So he spent most of last night modifying "Riverd's Desperate Scream".

This is what caused this magical item to change its appearance drastically.

"Fine, let's leave it at that."

Compared to Alger's dissatisfaction, Ember didn't care at all, waving his hand and saying, "As long as people can't recognize my original appearance, it's fine."

Upon hearing this, Sharf breathed a sigh of relief.

Alger wasn't too worried; after all, they'd known each other for so long, he wouldn't go too far.

He was afraid that Yu Jin would take his anger out on him.

The wrath of a demigod was something he could not bear.

"Let's go."

Yu Jin walked to the table, made a grasping motion in the air with his hand, and stored all four magical items into his soul space.

Sharf watched silently the whole time until the two turned and left, disappearing at the end of the street.

And then the two figures completely disappeared.

Sharf's highly tense nerves finally relaxed a little.

When he finally came to his senses, he realized that his back was completely soaked with sweat!

His forehead was covered in beads of sweat.

It looks like I'm tired, but actually I'm scared!

Because there was one more thing he hadn't told the two of them.

He didn't sleep all night, he was busy helping the other party modify magical items.

But in fact, someone came to see him along the way.

The other party was an old acquaintance; he had been asked to make many magical items.

The other party's question was very simple: whether he had seen a person wearing ten rings.

According to the other party's guess, those ten rings should all be magical items.

Some of them might even have been made by Sharf.

Of course Sharf has seen him!

It was right in his house.

But would he dare to say it?

dare not!

That's a demigod!

He dared not reveal any information to those who came to inquire, for fear of retaliation later.

But he didn't dare tell Yu Jin and the other person about this experience, because he was afraid they would kill him to silence him.

"He has a problem."

At the corner of the street, Alger looked at Sharf's mansion and said in a deep voice, "He didn't react this strongly when he saw us yesterday, but now he suddenly seems afraid to see us."

"Either he accidentally broke your things, or someone is asking him for information about us."

The former is impossible; the magical items are all in the hands of Ember.

He had already noticed any problems.

That most likely means the second possibility.

Alger hesitated for a moment, then whispered, "He probably wouldn't dare to tell on us, but just in case, should we...?"

"No."

Ember glanced at Alger, pondered for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Whether he tells on us or not is irrelevant; he's not the only one who saw us arrive. But this is indeed a problem. Let's leave as soon as possible."

"it is good."

Alger nodded, a sense of relief washing over him.

Sharf had known him for a long time, so it was good that he was spared.

However, Alger knew that Ember was afraid of trouble.

Coincidentally, he also dislikes trouble—

After all, it was obvious that those people were looking for Ember, and they were likely from the faction to which the demigod who was killed belonged, most likely the Royal Family of Rune.

Ember could pack up and go back to Backlund, but he still had to make a living at sea.

Therefore, he tends to proactively avoid trouble rather than waiting for it to come to him.

However, plans often fail to keep up with changes.

Although Alger knew Bayam very well, although they had tried to avoid crowded places, and although they had tried to reach the port in the shortest possible time.

But when they arrived at the port, they found that the once bustling port was deserted.

Only one figure stood on the dock next to the Blue Avenger: a bald man in a suit.

Seemingly tired of standing, he was squatting on the ground in a very casual posture.

He stood with his legs spread wide, hands resting on his thighs, looking up at the two of them with his eyes squinted.

"They've come with ill intentions!"

Alger subtly became more vigilant and touched the ring on his hand without making it obvious.

That was the magical item he had just obtained from Sharf yesterday, the Spirit Whip.

"careful."

Alger whispered, "Remember the Gold Coin Casino from yesterday? He's the owner of that casino."

He recognized the person in front of him, or rather, he had seen him once from afar.

Therefore, they recognized the other party immediately and determined that the other party had ill intentions.

But what puzzled him was...

Why is he the only one here?

The other party, being the owner of a gold coin casino, had a large number of thugs under his command.

"Do you know?"

As the two approached, the bald man suddenly said leisurely, "This world is very interesting. For example, there is something called the Law of Extraordinary Property Convergence."

"Simply put, high-sequence items of the same or similar pathways will intermittently and unconsciously attract mid- to low-sequence extraordinary individuals to their vicinity, and there is a tendency for them to aggregate together."

"Low sequences are unaware of this attraction, while high sequences can detect it."

"Now it seems that this law applies equally to us outsiders."

"Of course, that's not surprising, considering you're popular."

"but."

The bald man paused, then suddenly broke into a bright smile. "Looks like I was one of the first to discover you."

Alger's expression was strange.

At first glance, he thought this person must be a very serious person.

But why does his voice sound so lewd?

Ember stared expressionlessly at the familiar man before him, while the bald man waved his hand and said:

"Don't look at me like that. I'm not kneeling on the ground this time."

"Hmm...we've long since put those petty grudges behind us, haven't we?"

Ember remained noncommittal to the bald man's words, merely nodding slightly before silently drawing his Irithyll Straight Sword. But after a moment's thought, he swapped it for the Astra Greatsword.

"Wait, wait a minute!"

The bald man's expression changed slightly, and he hurriedly said, "I'm not here to fight you, at least not now. I have to wait until you and Ge..."

"What are you waiting for?"

Yu Jin frowned slightly. Although he still did not put away his weapon, he stopped moving.

"Tsk."

The bald man clicked his tongue. "Looks like you were really badly burned. Your memory loss is quite severe."

"I have indeed forgotten a lot of things."

Ember raised his greatsword and pointed it at the bald man, saying slowly, "But at least, I should never forget you, Patch."

"Then I am truly honored."

The bald man, or rather Patch, had a rather strange expression and said helplessly, "But no matter what, I don't think I'll have another chance to betray you in the future, so you don't need to be so hostile towards me, do you?"

Ember remained expressionless, simply walking step by step toward Patch.

"Hey! Did you really have to make it like this?"

"No way? No way? We just met and you're trying to kill me again? Once again?"

"Don't you want to know what happened?"

Patch realized something was wrong, and his voice became increasingly rapid and urgent.

When Yu Jin heard his last words, he stopped and nodded slightly to him.

"continue."

(End of this chapter)