Retired God King becomes Witch Idol Manager

Nolan smiled charmingly and beckoned with her finger. Lula's expression changed immediately as she felt a strange touch and stopped talking.

The Black Knight stomped his foot, stood between the Crimson Lotus King and the Rainbow Archbishop, and pushed aside the two balls of explosives, thus calming the farce.

Selene and Heloise both snorted coldly and looked away. It seemed that what Daenerys said was true. Even a noble empress and a solemn archbishop could be no different from shrewish women in the marketplace when they were fighting.

"We've arrived at the pigsty!"

Only then did the little dwarf honk his horn, angrily reminding the customers to pay, as they were in a hurry to take the next order.

This time, Heloise thought about it for a while, but in the end she had no choice but to take out a gold coin, explaining that she never carried any smaller denominations of currency.

The two dwarfs cheered, clearly delighted, and drove off in an unintelligible language, probably wishing their boss well.

The gold minecarts carried the group deeper into the cave, arriving at an underground market. This place was much more lively, with all sorts of alien races gathered here, making it even more crowded and noisy than the slums of Lieyang City.

The platform opposite the tracks is a garbage street, filthy and filled with the stench of excrement and food scraps, yet the people there seem oblivious.

Selene got goosebumps all over her body and had to endure it, covering her mouth and nose as she followed at the back, tiptoeing to avoid the filth on the ground.

"No wonder it's a pigsty, haha~"

Heloise glanced at Celimoni, thoroughly enjoying her sister's pained expression, completely unconcerned about the dirt and grime getting on her shoes.

The wild lands are dominated by the orc clans, who make up more than 60% of the population. Iron Town is no exception, but most of the orcs who roam the halfling territory are short, thin, and malnourished.

Weak clans like the fox clan often find it difficult to survive in beast territories if they are unwilling to become vassals of powerful beast herds, and are frequently oppressed by strong beastmen.

The pigsty was dimly lit and lacked magic crystal equipment, relying entirely on a luminous fluorescent stone for illumination. People who came here tended to trade, exchanging survival supplies at makeshift stalls on the garbage street.

If the pigsty is the trading district here, then where is Lord Napa?

Lockrean fell into deep thought, aimlessly approaching the center of the garbage street. There were many adventurers around who were discreetly disguised, and no one would notice the few Western outsiders.

Nolan's attention was entirely focused on His Highness the Holy Son, and she wasn't in a hurry to enter the country so early. She took a few steps back and walked side by side with the Red Lotus King.

"You don't like Celimoni?"

Heloise rolled her eyes; anyone who wasn't an idiot could see that the two sisters didn't get along.

"Nonsense, I'm not like Celimoni. I'll pursue what I like with all my might, and even if it's not mine, I'll do everything I can to get it. Like you, my little cutie."

The two royal princesses, who were like oil and water, made Nolan miss Alicia and Joanna a little. He smiled slightly, wondering where they were wandering now.

Could you please tell me why?

"Because she is kind, beautiful, generous, and fair... all the praise I can think of can be used to praise Celimoni. She is the most competent rainbow archbishop in history and the most selfless apostle of the Septian Church."

Nolan paused for a moment and said, "If I heard correctly, all of the above are positive terms."

Heloise's smile remained unchanged as her gaze swept over the items on the stall, which she considered to be nothing but rubbish.

"Yes, so what I'm trying to say is... there's no reason! I just hate her, and I believe she feels the same way. Some things don't need a reason, and the Crimson Royal Family only needs one queen."

Nolan chuckled and shook his head; mortals were just so interesting.

Heloise walked briskly, showing no concern for this wondrous journey. In another way, she was telling Nolan that, setting aside personal grudges, they could always trust Celimoni.

Trust and dislike are not mutually exclusive.

The pigsty was like a huge underground garbage dump, a paradise for countless scavengers. Locke Ryan, who was walking at the front, suddenly stopped and looked at the top of the garbage heap.

There was a huge pig sitting on a chair made of stacked boxes, which were full of gold and jewels, and next to it, a crooked plate was piled with all kinds of delicacies.

This maverick pig must be the owner of the garbage street; it's hard to ignore, which explains why Curtis didn't provide any specific details.

"I guess that's Nappa."

Locke Ryan walked to the hillside, knocked on the box, and looked up.

The fat pig's bloated body trembled, overturning many plates and treasure chests, but no one dared to look over there. Even the occasional adventurer passing by lowered his head and quickly left.

The orc grunted twice, wiped his drool, and stared blankly for a while before looking at the little creatures at his feet. His narrow eyes scrutinized the foreign visitors.

The pig-headed man, dressed in a top hat and black vest, was dressed like a Western aristocrat, which was quite comical. He could smell the unusual odor on the guest with just a sniff.

"Humans? Rare guests. How can I help you?"

Napa was eloquent, exceptionally polite, and fluent in the Commonwealth.

Lockrean lowered his cloak and said in a deep voice, "Curtis introduced us here. I heard you can help us get into the Obsidian Empire."

"Ah! The brave and fearless Holy War Maiden, she is my old friend!"

Fat Pig's eyes lit up, and he nodded repeatedly. He clapped his hands, and a black curtain descended, isolating the outside world and preserving a bit of privacy for the guests.

"Are you going to war with the giants again? That's great!"

War always allows speculators to make a fortune.

"........"

Selene was speechless, feeling like she couldn't breathe. The pig had become one with the garbage street, emanating a foul stench.

"Just kidding, don't be nervous."

Old Master Napa rubbed the pig's trotters and said, "There is definitely a way. It depends on whether you want to enter the country openly as humans or disguise yourself as someone else. The former can use the Imperial portal as long as you have a pass, but since you came to me, you must be doing something shady."

759. Dramatic Hypothesis

This orc was clever; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to run a pigsty in the halfling territory and quickly grasp the predicament of several humans.

Name your price.

Lockrean winked at Heloise. Of course, the spiritual leader had no money; the true pillars of the revolutionary army were still the Crimson Lotus King and the Blue Shield King.

Nappa grinned, revealing a mouthful of uneven, yellow teeth. "Her friends are so generous. Five hundred thousand per person."

His Highness frowned slightly, somewhat confused about the unit of measurement, and asked, "Copper teeth?"

The enormous pig's head swayed slightly, and Napa grinned wickedly.

"Of course not, my friends. You are human beings, and a merchant as humane as me will naturally accept the Holy Alliance's currency. Five hundred thousand gold coins, not a single one less."

"one person?"

Heloise's eyes widened.

"one person!"

Napa stuck out her tongue and licked her rotten teeth, then picked up a plate and stuffed it into her mouth without caring what was inside.

"hiss......."

Selene gritted her teeth and looked at Locke Ryan, ready to use violence to coerce the bastard if he didn't object.

This fat pig dares to ask for an exorbitant price. Including the six prisoners, that's three million, enough to arm an elite battle group to the teeth.

"This is already a discounted price. As a token of our friendship, I'll provide you with special services to ensure your safety!"

"......"

Locke Ryan hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded to Heloise. They had to enter the country as soon as possible and race against time.

Queen Red Lotus snorted coldly, took off her precious diamond ring and threw it over; she certainly didn't carry that much money around.

"Is this enough?"

"The Dragon Heart Diamond of the Valley of Splendor... Enough, enough! Please wait a moment!"

Nappa examined the ring for a while, nodded excitedly, climbed up from the garbage mountain, and retreated from the black curtain alone, her movements surprisingly nimble.

Seeing the Empress's unpleasant expression, Nolan joked, "That thing costs more than three million?"

"I bought it from the Trident Merchant Guild for five million!"

Heloise rolled her eyes.

"That's such a waste."

Locke Ryan sighed, sounding like he was kicking someone when they were down.

"Who do you think is responsible!?"

Someone had already lost their temper before Heloise could react. Selene grabbed Lockrean by the collar again and asked in a cold voice, "Just the few of us? Do you want to abandon Harlenal and the other revolutionary soldiers!"

“I will never let my believers down, which is why I reluctantly allowed you to come along. Otherwise, the price wouldn’t be so high. At most, I can allow you to question me once more. Remember that.”

Lockrean patiently soothed the irritable Archbishop of Rainbow, but this time he was no longer gentle and polite; his firm eyes silently emphasized his identity as the leader of the revolution.

Selene rarely smiled; her beautiful face was exceptionally alluring, yet also dangerous.

"Little boy, do you know who you're threatening?"

"It is a reminder that we should not forget the painful defeat of the Holy Alliance. Only by uniting as one can we overthrow the corrupt Round Table system."

Locke Ryan corrected himself in time, and this statement was barely accepted by Selene. Mutual suspicion was of no help to the weak revolutionary army.

"Look, her body is full of gunpowder, it'll explode at the slightest touch, isn't that adorable?"

Heloise whispered and giggled in Nolan's ear, though he couldn't see what was so cute about it.

Leaving their homes and arriving in this dangerous wilderness, abandoning their strongest security guarantees to infiltrate enemy territory, is incredibly risky no matter how you look at it.

The black curtain provided everyone with a space to rest briefly, isolating them from the noisy garbage street, and time passed by second by second.

Curtis has not returned to the team yet. Logically, she should have left long ago. No one here can stop a sage like her.

Archbishop Rainbow paced back and forth uneasily, feeling very uncomfortable entrusting his fate to a stranger, especially a lowly orc black marketeer.

"too slow!"

Selene clenched her fist, ready to lift the veil and find Curtis.

Lockrean frowned and said, "Calm down. Even if someone senses the spatial fluctuations, they won't know our identities."

"Easy for you to say. How do you know that pig didn't betray us to someone else? Maybe the dwarfs are already surrounding us!"

Selene kept sneering, but the silver-haired witch silently blocked her way. Her anger gradually subsided after she saw what Nolan was handing her.

"I think this is what you lost."

The girl held the golden mask that had been shattered by the moonlight. Selene's expression improved, and she slowly put on the mask to cover half of her cold face.

"Thank you."