After the slave owners went bankrupt, they all wanted to keep me as a mistress.

Is this woman the strongest being in the abyss?

But if you don't even open your eyes and look at others with your nose in your nose, isn't that a bit impolite?

“Chichi—!”

A soft bird song broke the silence.

Mu Qiu then noticed that a small bird, completely black as ink, had appeared beside the throne at some point.

It tilted its head and looked curiously at Mu Qiu, this uninvited guest, with its ruby-like eyes.

Immediately afterwards, a whisper filled with endless arrogance echoed directly in the depths of Mu Qiu's soul.

It wasn't what he was saying, but more like the woman's murmurs in her sleep:

"The gods have already gone through the cycle of time before me. Should the slow bird fly first, or should they avoid me?"

"The Demon King has been silent for a thousand years before me. Will he avoid my sharp edge or will he refuse to meet me?"

The little black bird flapped its wings, seemingly agreeing with the murmur, and responded crisply, "Chirp-chirp!"

After she finished speaking, the woman on the throne remained motionless, and her arrogant gaze receded like the tide, as if everything that had just happened was merely Mu Qiu's illusion.

She remained asleep on her throne, her perfect profile regaining its initial indifference, as if nothing in the world, including this insignificant being who had stumbled into the abyss, was worthy of even a moment's attention from her.

But Mu Qiu couldn't stand it anymore.

Isn't this his dream?

You're so arrogant, looking down on people like that!

The little black bird tilted its head, its gaze filled with confusion.

Mu Qiu took a few steps forward, and in a flash, as if teleporting, he appeared next to the throne.

So this really is a dream.

Discovering that he could teleport to any place here if he wanted to, Mu Qiu immediately felt more confident.

He couldn't possibly have this ability if it weren't a dream.

Emboldened by the fact that it was his dream, Mu Qiu reached out and patted the woman's shoulder.

"Yes, can I take a look at your legs?"

The moment the words fell, the entire Abyss Palace seemed to freeze.

On the throne, the silver-haired woman, who was reclining languidly, suddenly trembled slightly.

The aloof and cold aura that kept people at a distance suddenly erupted at this moment.

If a demon lord were here at this moment, he would probably be completely suppressed by the pressure of this bloodline in an instant and unable to move!

But Mu Qiu just blinked and didn't feel anything.

Ok?

It's like nothing happened.

"grumble--?!"

The little black bird beside it let out a short, sharp cry, its feathers bristling as if it had witnessed something utterly unbelievable.

She covered her little head with her wings, seemingly afraid to watch what was about to happen.

At this moment, Mu Qiu not only did not withdraw his hand, but even subconsciously squeezed it.

The texture was surprisingly nice, soft and not as hard as her lips.

But at that moment, ripples suddenly spread across the mirror-smooth black earth centered on the throne.

"Om-!"

The slowly rotating shadows and vortex of shattered stars in the sky suddenly increased their speed several times over, and the entire space began to emit a low hum, as if a sleeping behemoth had been completely enraged.

Before Mu Qiu could react, he found that the scene in front of him began to distort and blur.

"call……"

Mu Qiu opened his eyes and suddenly sat up in bed.

He turned to look out the window; by then, it was already getting light.

So, a whole night really has passed?

Mu Qiu was somewhat dazed.

That dream I just had felt both real and somewhat like reality.

And all he did was pinch her shoulder and say, "Let me see your legs," so how did he get kicked out of his dream?

Is this right?

This was clearly his dream, so why was he kicked out of it?

"Master? Did you have a nightmare?"

Vera, who was sleeping next to him and had his arm held between his legs by a large thunderbolt, was startled awake. She rubbed her sleepy eyes and asked, while Fiona, who was leaning against him, also groggily raised her head.

Mu Qiu shook his head.

"No, it's just a little regrettable that I didn't have a good dream."

He thought he would dream of the strongest person on earth tonight.

It turned out that the person who dreamed of first was the strongest person in the underground.

Looks like we'll have to wait another night.

He opened his backpack and checked the rewards.

Sure enough, a Deep Abyss Palace Token appeared in my backpack. I don't know which palace I'll be teleported to after using it.

It's best not to use it rashly.

and……

"The Demon King has been silent for a thousand years before me. Will he avoid my sharp edge or will he refuse to meet me?"

Mu Qiu touched his chin.

Don't say it, don't say it!

Having been in this other world for so long, this was the first time he had ever seen such an arrogant and haughty guy!

Chapter 130 Following a Legendary Professional? But I refuse!

dong dong——!

Lost in thought, Mu Qiu suddenly heard a knock at the door.

"Who?"

"Sir, someone is looking for you outside."

A waiter's cautious voice came from outside the door.

"Someone is looking for me?"

Mu Qiu felt a little strange.

He didn't know anyone in the city of Earth, so who would come looking for him?

Fia?

She should still be in the temple praying to the Mother Goddess at this time, right?

Mu Qiu turned to look at Vera and Fiona beside him.

"Ha...Are you going out? Miss Vera, it's time to get up."

Fiona rubbed her sleepy eyes, shook her slightly messy red hair, sat up in bed, and casually tugged at Vera.

Vera, who was still huddled under the covers, closed her eyes even tighter after she had just opened them.

Upon hearing Fiona's voice, she let out a soft snort of dissatisfaction and subconsciously scooted to the side, wrapping her long, slender white legs around Mu Qiu's calves.

The delicate, cool touch of that skin startled Mu Qiu slightly, and then she tightened her legs a little, as if afraid he would run away.

After doing all this, Vera smacked her lips contentedly, buried her face deeper into the pillow, and mumbled indistinctly through her nose, "Ugh... just a little longer... just a little while..."

"Fiona, I'll go out and see who it is."

Mu Qiu sighed, reached out and pushed away Vera's smooth, white legs, got up from the bed and walked towards the door.

A young waitress was standing guard in the corridor. When she saw Mu Qiu come out, she bowed slightly and said respectfully, "Sir, I'm sorry to disturb your rest. Just now, an old gentleman outside was looking for you."

"Old gentleman? What's his name?"

Mu Qiu paused for a moment, searched his memory, but couldn't find any acquaintances who fit the description.

"The old gentleman didn't say, but he seemed to be an alchemy master. He said you should have some impression of him, sir. He also participated in the auction that night. Do you know him, sir?"

The waitress observed Mu Qiu's expression and spoke cautiously.

She wasn't sure if the old man and the guest were friends or enemies; she hoped they weren't enemies...

Neither this guest nor that old gentleman are people their hotel can afford to offend.

"An alchemist master? An auction?"

Mu Qiu suddenly remembered.

At the auction the night before last, it seems that a legendary alchemist reached a deal with the duke.

"Hmm, I vaguely remember him. Take me to see him."

Mu Qiu nodded, and Fiona also came out of the room. Hearing this, she asked curiously, "An alchemy master? Was there such a person at the auction that day?"

As Mu Qiu followed the waiter downstairs, he nodded to Fiona and said, "Of course there is, it's that unkempt old man holding a big chicken leg and a lamb chop."

Is that a master alchemist?

Fiona was somewhat surprised.

At the auction that night, not every legendary professional managed to buy the item they wanted. For example, the legendary alchemist only bid in the last round but ultimately gave up.

Unlike Mu Qiu, who had Lilith's help and was able to eavesdrop on the Duke and the alchemist's conversation, she only saw the Duke walk up to the old man, and then the old man patted him on the shoulder with his greasy hand, while the Duke seemed completely unconcerned...

He was unkempt and had no manners, yet he seemed to hold a very high position, even the Duke had to treat him with great respect.

This was Fiona's only impression of the old man.

At this moment, Mu Qiu and Fiona also arrived at the lobby on the first floor of the hotel.

A magnificent white-bearded old man dressed in a long robe was standing in the corner of the hall. As soon as Mu Qiu and his companion appeared, the old man greeted them with a smile.

"Haha, it's been quite a while since the auction. I wonder if you still remember this old man?"

The white-bearded old man was completely different from the disheveled appearance he had shown in the Duke's castle, which surprised Mu Qiu.

Before Mu Qiu could speak, the white-bearded old man continued, "I am Aldridge, a few years older than you. I have spent most of my life exploring the art of alchemy. I am grateful for the kindness of my fellow practitioners who call me a master. It is just a pity that... alchemy is easy to master, but alchemical materials are hard to find. I have no choice but to stay here and serve the Duke of this place."

"I was captivated by your brilliance at the auction that day... I wonder if your territory is lacking an alchemist like myself?"

Upon hearing this, Mu Qiu suddenly understood.

It turned out to be the case.

So they came here to seek refuge with him.

No wonder I wasn't sloppy at all today.

They're here to apply for a job.

Even the most disheveled job seeker should take care of their appearance before a job interview.

Mu Qiu smiled faintly, but shook his head: "Master Richie, a legendary alchemist like you shouldn't lack places to go, right?"

Aldridge understood the hidden meaning in Mu Qiu's words, which made his heart sink.

How could a legendary alchemist like myself be of no appeal to this young master?

He was unwilling and sighed slightly, "I certainly have no shortage of places to go, but compared to you, they are like fireflies compared to the bright moon, not worth mentioning at all!"