Rein’s face was full of smiles, now he didn’t have to go to the low-end dance hall; at night, he would have to find two virtuous and talented musicians to accompany him.
"It won’t take much time, the master is right in the Star Sea No.1 Music Hall."
The big man said calmly.
For the sake of money, Rein certainly put on a good face. The name Star Sea No.1 Music Hall sounded nice, like some grand establishment, but it was actually the largest brothel in the Inner City, just opened by East Sea Brother One. The actors were all beauty pageant level, the interior decoration and music equipment had to be the kind used by Royal relatives, and Brother One used it to entertain big shots from the foreign underworld. It supported Heaven Port’s tourism industry, and the consumption was extremely high.
What money people have.
When Rein arrived at the independent VIP box on the sixteenth floor of the hall, he clicked his tongue in wonder. It was indeed up to Lord Dor’s standards, truly tasteful and high-class.
The luxury stone background wall of cold emerald intertwined with champagne gold, the metallic alien partitions pouring in streamlined arcs from the starry ceiling, the circular crystal chandeliers twinkling like shattered diamonds, the sofa was hand-stitched in Aran calf leather, and when Rein sat down, he felt the softness of an unknown sofa filling material. The geometrically cut cloud-patterned marble table was icy to the touch.
The two hulking men shut the door, and Rein’s throat rolled, unsure of who he was going to meet. Newest update provided by novel⁂fire.net
The piano on the stage, although Rein didn’t know the brand, judging by its understated, luxurious, and pristine demeanor, it had to be top-class.
Damned Doringger, you’ve sucked up all of East Shore’s blood, and this is how your entertainment venues look. The castle where idlers are not allowed must be a place for Royal relatives then, damn.
A woman in a gorgeous dress slowly walked to the piano and scrutinized Rein.
After waking up from sleep, it was of no use; those fragments still lingered, resonating for a long time, but much calmer, with a clear reasoning ability.
To seek refuge, she had just crossed the continent from west of the Narrow Sea, traveling across the ocean to Heaven Port not long ago.
The age of great navigation prompted unprecedentedly fast exchanges between the Far East and the Western Continent, and she was a homebody, only reading books and listening to music, having appreciated the works of all famous composers.
One must not fall for others’ tricks.
This man named Liszt was a liar; she would find the truth. It was merely his despicable performance to survive.
Those musical pieces were highly completed, and without professional training and outstanding talent, they couldn’t be created at all. Illiterate... musical scores... so many lies; composing them when bored at sea? Do you really think you’re some kind of heaven-sent genius?
Liszt was nothing more than an ordinary man; telling some small lies to survive was understandable—nothing special.
Rein was dumbfounded.
Even though Rein was a Furry Control, he had never seen such a stunning woman, surely not an actress from the hall; judging by her aura, she should be the master of those two hulking men, so he better speak cautiously to avoid any blunders.
Dreya sought out the island’s intelligence peddlers to investigate the background of this criminal gang, especially Liszt.
But Liszt seemed to have appeared out of nowhere only three years ago; it was only known that he once counterfeited money in Lostra, mingled for a while in the northern part of the Southern Continent and Beima East Coast, and finally drifted to Heaven Port.
There was no other information.
Dreya had to ask people around Liszt, and after some inquiries, decided on a target—the most talkative and loose-tongued, a werewolf from the Chenfeng Plateau.
"I want to ask you something; it’s best to answer truthfully. Once I find you’re lying..."
A tide of energy, red as hell, condensed in Dreya’s hand, painting the entire room crimson.
Rein’s expression turned cold.
During the adventure group’s time, he’d traveled all over the place, and once encountered a vampire with the same aura, but not on the same level!
Everything became clear!
It was for those eight thousand Golden Dragons; Liszt, in order to survive, damn it, sold himself to the vampire in the castle!
"Don’t think I’m like those guys; wanting those eight thousand Golden Dragons also depends on whether you have luck to get them."
Through countless pursuits, Rein had already understood it’s futile to explain to those consumed by greed—they must be killed.
Having retired from the adventure group not long ago, Rein’s body was still honed with strong muscles, unmatched in speed, his sharp claws could split gold and slice iron, and he flew forward.
Dreya was speechless, what’s this all about.
A few strands of energy twined up like thorns, tightly binding Rein’s limbs, as if welded by iron pliers, unable to move at all.
"I’m here to ask you about things concerning Liszt."
"Come on, you should have said so earlier, lady; I’d spill everything, even the briefs I bought."