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34: Chapter 32: The Fish Market (A new month, asking for monthly votes!) 34: Chapter 32: The Fish Market (A new month, asking for monthly votes!) “Hmm…

A labyrinth, huh.”

After a moment of contemplation, Viscount Grant swirled the wine in his hand, thinking deeply.

He connected with the knowledge he had once studied and felt that Elder Prude made a lot of sense.

Labyrinths were peculiar regions that began to appear throughout the Terra Continent after the Calamity of Heavenly Fall.

Over six hundred years ago, accompanied by a violent earthquake, the first labyrinth discovered by humans emerged in the Moro Mountains within the Empire, swallowing up a village.

After the local exploration team and a team led by a retired officer of the Third Energy Level succumbed to total annihilation, the Imperial Capital dispatched a Fourth Energy Level Legion Commander with an elite squad to explore and finally acquired a large amount of the extremely rare Sublimated Metal ‘Morien Steel’ in the labyrinth’s core area—a living metal that can transform with Spirit Energy Power and has regenerative abilities.

Nowadays, labyrinths are considered ultra-high-density Spirit Energy Fields naturally generated by the world after the Calamity of Heavenly Fall.

At their core lies extremely rare treasures or powerful Magical Beasts guarding it, and some even obtained relics from a previous civilization.

It’s said that the Apocalypse Armament passed down by the Duke of Steep Ridge was modified from relics excavated from a labyrinth.

Every appearance of a labyrinth is accompanied by large-scale climate anomalies and even celestial or geological disasters in some regions—but similarly, the emergence of labyrinths also enriches the surrounding area with Magic Phemonenon, forming an ecosystem around the labyrinth’s core with a plethora of rare Sublimation Plants, Magical Medicine Ingredients, Magical Beast Alien Forms, and so on.

This aligns perfectly with the recent occurrences at Harrison Port.

As for why the Viscount would believe Elder Prude’s speculation?

It’s simple, others may not know the origin of this group of White Folks at Harrison Port, but he, as the head of the Grant Family, is very clear about it—they are professionals in this field.

If it were not for an unspeakable mistake that led to their serious wrongdoing and their subsequent exile here, stripped of their surnames, these White Folks would most certainly have had a place in the field of labyrinth research.

“A formation cycle of eight to ten years, you say?

That suggests it’s a medium to large-sized labyrinth.”

At this moment, Viscount Grant was fully alert.

He pondered this possibility, then smiled excitedly and nodded vigorously at Elder Prude, “The foreshadowing of a labyrinth’s appearance is an enrichment of local resources!

Valuable wild beasts and Sublimation Plants will increase in numbers, and adventurers and explorers from the surrounding areas will converge here.”

“With the Empire’s renewed aid and the opening of sea trade routes between Canaan Moore and Whale Song Cliff, this is a great opportunity for the rebuilding of Harrison Port!”

“If it’s done well, it will certainly be an achievement that even His Majesty will notice!”

He stood up, invigorated and began pacing beside the table, muttering about various early preparations.

He was no longer despondent and was full of drive.

Elder Prude, unsurprised, took a sip from his wineglass and then picked up his knife and fork to start enjoying the luncheon.

Viscount Grant had taken over the position of Governor of Harrison Port from his father only a few years before the Former Emperor passed away.

The Dark Moon turmoil ensued, and the entire Southern Immigrant District was forgotten in the great political upheavals.

After wasting three or four decades, he was finally seeing the Dawn Light of a rise, and he was certainly not going to miss this opportunity.

And it was also an opportunity for his group of White Folks to show themselves and reclaim their surnames.

They would not give up.

Some time later, the luncheon ended, and both parties had enjoyed a pleasant conversation.

Although Viscount Grant had long been self-indulgent and given to pleasures, he was not an uneducated noble.

In the near future, Harrison Port was set to embrace change.

Inside the Viscount’s Mansion.

After Elder Prude took his leave, the flush on Viscount Grant’s slightly tipsy face gradually faded.

Gazing in the direction where the Elder of the White Folks had departed, he sat back down in his seat.

The maid had quietly replenished his wine without a sound.

“A shaman, together with three hunters, and not a single one escaped?”

The ostensibly young noble slightly nodded in thought and casually spun the wine glass between his fingers, but the crimson liquid within seemed to defy gravity, twirling steadily in the glass embraced by a faint bluish glow without spilling a drop.

Osenna’s House’s inherited bloodline ‘Abyssal Whale,’ at the Second Energy Level, granted Sublimators the power to manipulate any liquid within sight.

Among the higher bloodline powers inclined towards the water element, it was one of the more formidable inheritances.

Controlling the wine in the glass and the alcohol within his body was instinctual for Viscount Grant; he muttered to himself, “A single White Folk with a leg malformation managed to do this…

Heh.”

With a gentle shake of his head, Viscount Grant couldn’t help but smile with a hint of irony, “Pude still wants to play dumb with me, I’ll indulge him.

It can only be said that those natives have bad luck, too unfortunate.”

“My lord, the natives have already sent seagulls with letters of protest…”

The deep brown-haired noble’s eyes flickered.

The previously affectionate and languid redhead had silently approached his side.

The beauty, who had been quite intimate earlier, now spoke with respectful restraint, “The tribe of Shaman Achitou is threatening to cut off trade unless the murderer is handed over.

Otherwise, they will surely retaliate with full force.”

“To talk so tough without a shaman, I do admire these dwarfs’ arrogance; after all, that’s what makes them bite.”

Taking a sip of wine, Viscount Grant calmly said, “But it would be unfortunate for them to bite me…

If they cease trading, we’ll just change who we trade with.

As for handing over the murderer, it’s simply absurd.

I haven’t even pursued the matter of them breaking the agreement and entering the inner city without permission, and yet they dare challenge me?”

“Retaliation?

Let them retaliate.

I want to see how much blood they can still shed.”

Setting down the glass, the Viscount pulled the redhead into his arms and embraced her, “Send someone to keep an eye on Osenna’s House…

No, it’s impossible for the deformed to awaken spiritual energy.

Hmm, keep surveillance on that child of Osenna’s House, on Ian.”

“Such a young White Folk Spirit Energy User in my own territory, I never expected that.”

Amidst the beauty’s coquettish breaths, he calmly instructed, “Even though Pude is my friend…

Harrison Port is my territory.”

“The White Folks would do well to stay in line.”

Meanwhile.

Sent off respectfully by a maid, Elder Pude walked out of the Viscount’s Mansion carrying herbs, only to be met by a quick afternoon downpour, transforming the raindrops into long thin silken threads midair.

A few attendants approached with umbrellas.

“Go buy some fish and chicken meat, some wheat as well, and also deliver this box of medicine to Osenna’s family.

Tell that mischievous boy that I’ve settled his issue, that he should quit the black mushrooms, stop associating with the natives, and once Elan is healed with the medicine, he will still be a fine young man in our clan despite his malformation.”

“And you, go call Deputy Captain Redd.

Have him come to the council hall tonight; I have some questions for him regarding the guard squad and the recent activities of the natives.”

The white-haired elder instructed his attendants to run errands, but after pondering, he gestured with his hand, saying, “Never mind, I will personally check on Osenna and the Elan brothers…

After Ernesto’s death, the port has been in chaos.

These past two years, I indeed haven’t had the time to properly take care of the children; our clan owes their family.”

“And also…” he murmured, his expression thoughtful, “It’s indeed not quite normal.”

Seemingly wanting to say more, the old man shook his head, sighed, and urged his attendants, “Go on, quickly.”

The attendants complied, and Elder Pude walked towards the fish market in the rain.

The fish market was still bustling, as prosperous as ever, with nobody letting the common and brisk shower disrupt their activities.

Yet here, Elder Pude saw a white-haired boy who, theoretically, should not have been there.

Ian, who ought to have been resting at home, was now walking through the fish market with a face full of interest.

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