You Still Owe Me 9,500 Pounds

In mysticism, the world can be structured into three parts: the physical Spirit World, and the Astral World.

The Real World is self-evident, and the Spirit World is also of great significance to extraordinary individuals, serving as the foundation for many Ritual Magic and Beyonder Ability. However, the [Astral World], a concept that frequently appears as an important part of mysticism, has never been described or explained in detail.

It turns out that the Astral World is a place where conceptualization and symbolism converge... The Divine Kingdom of the True God may be there...

Luther carefully read through the description the Queen gave in her letter. It was clear that this important figure in the mysterious world didn't seem to have a deep understanding of it either, as the letter was very cautious in its wording, repeatedly using words like "it is said" and "possibly".

According to "Red Light," the aura on his body was related to that place.

Could it be that the space containing that illusory, pitch-black sea is the Astral World?

Luther frowned in thought.

But then again, it doesn't seem quite right. That sea doesn't fit the descriptions of "conceptualization" or "abstraction." And according to the Queen, the Astral World is related to the so-called real Astral World, so it should at least be in the heavens...

He recalled the fog that spread across the sea, a Fog that not only obscured the True Creator across the sea, but also the view above.

Perhaps, as he advances further, he will be able to see the situation above the Sea and confirm whether that is the so-called "Astral World".

Meow~

Luna tugged at his sleeve, waking Luther from his reverie. He picked up the cat and sat down in a chair in the room.

"Medici, what is the Astral World?"

He stroked the cat's smooth fur and questioned the evil spirit within him.

This guy was once the King of Angel under the Creator, so he should know about this.

"Hehe..."

Unsurprisingly, Medici let out a scornful laugh, "I didn't expect you to dare inquire about the Astral World so soon after arriving at Sequence 4. Impressive, impressive."

He was mocking my overestimation of my abilities.

Luther was already used to the other party's harsh tone, automatically ignoring the malice and filtering out some useful information. Judging from Medici's words, it seemed that lower -Sequence Beyonders were not suited to accessing the knowledge of the Astral World.

Why?

Could it be because that knowledge is harmful...? That seems possible, since Medici is currently residing in my body and might not want anything to happen to me to affect him, which is why he Concealment dissuaded me?

He guessed.

To verify this, Luther then asked, "What about the real Astral World? Are the Star we see in the sky now fake?"

Do you really want to know?

Medici clicked his tongue, his tone seemingly carrying a hint of danger.

"Never mind."

As expected... Luther shook his head, wisely ending the topic.

After resting in the room for a while, Luther carried the black cat out of the Inn and found a lively bar called "Sweet Lemon".

As dusk fell, the bar grew noisy. Armed guards stood at the entrance and inside. The walls were covered with various wanted posters; a quick glance revealed not only his own but also Anderson's grinning, obviously irritating Portrait.

The bounty is 25,000 pounds, which is equivalent to that of Pirate Admiral.

Luther thought to himself.

According to Anderson, the owner of this bar is indeed the founder of the "Adventurer Mutual Aid Association," the loose organization that helps adventurers redeem bounties.

As is expected, Anderson disguised himself before going to the island. Luther, on the other hand, used the "Spectator" Pathway of "Psychological Invisibility" to reduce people's attention to him.

"Sir, would you like something to drink?"

It wasn't until he walked to the bar and sat down that the bartender seemed to wake from a dream and noticed him, asking in a dazed tone.

"Lemonade."

Luther said, "And another plate of fresh tuna."

To avoid Illusion after drinking, he has never had the habit of drinking alcohol.

"A total of 15 pence."

"That's what the bartender said."

What's been happening lately?

Luther tossed a handful of coins onto the counter and then asked.

"Some time ago, the Blood Bishop raided Toscarter Island and recruited Anderson, the Strongest Hunter in the Fog Sea, to form a pirate crew."

The bartender quickly prepared both items: a glass of lemonade for Luther and a plate of fresh fish for the black cat. Luna was delighted to see the fish, and sat upright at the bar, licking her lips as she ate.

He continued speaking:

"There's been some news lately. A powerful adventurer named Gehrman Sparrow has appeared in the Rorsted Archipelago. He killed the second mate of 'Admiral of Blood,' Iron Man Maveti..."

Gehrman. Oh right, it's Klein, he did a good job too.

Luther nodded slightly, raised his glass and took a small sip, but frowned because the lemonade was too sweet.

"By the way, where is your boss?"

He put down his cup and asked in a relaxed tone.

"It's on the second floor, in the room at the very end of the corridor."

The bartender's eyes gleamed with a golden light as he carelessly revealed information about his boss.

Thank you for your cooperation.

Luther spoke softly, picking up Luna after she finished eating the fish. The guards did not stop him at all, letting him walk up the stairs to the second floor. He quickly arrived at the room and pushed the door open.

The room was carpeted with soft fabric, and the air was filled with the aroma of cigars. A middle-aged man with slicked-back hair reclined in an armchair, smoking a cigar and reading a newspaper. He was surrounded by more than six bodyguards, all of whom were extraordinary individuals, the highest among them reaching Sequence 7.

"Who!"

After entering the room, Luther deactivated his "Psychological Invisibility." To the bodyguards, his sudden appearance naturally caused them great panic, and all sorts of weapons were immediately pointed at him.

"Do not move."

Luther said calmly.

The bodyguards stared blankly at the golden gleam in his eyes, then realized with horror that they couldn't muster the slightest will to resist!

With just a casual remark, they lost all their military power!

Good evening, Your Excellency.

The blond man in the armchair Soothing everyone with his eyes, then looked at Luther and said with a smile, "I'm the owner here, Bilt."

"Brando, is there anything I can do for you?"

There's something I need to tell you.

Luther said, "I heard that you founded the Adventurer Mutual Aid Association."

"That's right, I created this organization to help adventurers."

Bilt's eyes flickered slightly, then he smiled and admitted it.

"That's good."

Luther nodded and said, "I killed 'The Slaughterer' Kircheis and handed the money over to your organization to exchange, but it was attacked by your subordinates in conjunction with other organizations, and I still haven't received the money."

Bilt gradually revealed a look of astonishment.

"Your Excellency are not...?"

Alexander Gascoigne.

Luther said, "You still owe me £9,500 in cash."