The information Mortlock Vansample knew was indeed crucial, but he did not know all the key details. After all, if he had, he would not have been collectively bullied and framed by his brothers before being thrown to the Three Gods Cult.
"My mother gave these cultists a sum of money," Mortlock said decisively. "Together with the Three Gods Cult's own assets, it's all stored in that treasure vault. I'll take you there!"
With benefits delivered right to their doorstep, Aoko and the other two raised their vigilance to the utmost. More than a dozen pairs of eyes stared fixedly at the jukebox's thirty-two-inch display.
"Jon..." Nie Wanluo called in a muffled voice. Looking up into Jon's deep, sea-like eyes, she suddenly felt that the cherishing and unease hidden within them were even stronger than before.
Though it was clearly filled with an illusory feeling, everyone somehow thought it was a composite, pure, flawless color.
"Bandit, don't harm my elder brother!" Just as Zhang Shuo had run only a few steps, a burly man eight chi tall, imposing in build and fierce in appearance, wielding a green-sunken spear, leaped out from the main hall. After several bounds, he landed in front of the somewhat dazed Li Zhong.
"Sleep, my beloved. I will stay with you forever." Amral's gentle voice echoed beside Gao Shuai's ears.
To him, though all things were many, only she was worth cherishing. From the very beginning, she had been his ultimate longing.
As the words fell, a massive portal opened at the other end of New Sea Eagle Island, and an equally elite undead legion poured out from within.
"Heh, it's neither a holiday nor a special occasion. Why would I treat you to a meal for no reason? Do I have so much money I