Black Sail
Chapter 579: CCI. Gambling Weirdo (6.5K)_2

Chapter 579: CCI. Gambling Weirdo (6.5K)_2

The coachman’s words made sense. Galen was essentially mixing with the underworld, causing unnecessary chaos with the Royal City Army would be a losing proposition.

"Alright, you win."

Galen conceded, handing the money to the coachman.

He had no idea where the ticket office was, squeezing into the vast square’s depths, amidst the bustling crowd, clueless about the exact location.

"Hello, excuse me, where’s the ticket platform?"

Galen asked a passerby with utmost politeness.

The passerby glanced at Galen’s attire, thinking what an oddity he was, hadn’t heard the term "platform" in years.

"Wow, which countryside brother are you from? There aren’t any platforms now. Tickets are booked in advance, you’ll have to buy them from someone else, see, over there."

The passerby pointed out Continental Martial Arts Competition scalping was a beheading offense.

But if it’s just a single ticket, and it’s yours, you can transfer it once, offering some flexibility for the nobles.

Buying tickets requires identity cards, which can’t be faked.

There are people who book tickets early to earn a price difference. Although the rule allows buying and selling just one ticket, it’s already profitable enough for the lower-tier adventurers.

"How many silver coins roughly?"

Although Galen was a native Aran, he always mixed in the countryside, having little knowledge of the Imperial City and major cities.

"No... bro, are you crazy? Though it’s not the finals, it’s not something ordinary individuals can afford. Even the meaningless draw segment can sell for several Golden Dragons."

The passerby was speechless, truly a country bumpkin among bumpkins, a triple Liszt.

The East Sea has always been a lawless area, with people majoring in fetal education, previously the parable was ’Triple Doringger’, now the victim turned into Liszt.

"Ah this..."

Galen was left speechless, so damn expensive, might as well wait outside the square and watch the crystal image.

While sighing over the extravagant lives of Aran Upper Three Flags Lords.

A girl about 1.7 meters tall, seeming only seventeen or eighteen, was like she was fleeing from some pursuit and, in panic, collided with Galen.

Yet Galen was tall and strong, even if from a garbage adventure group, as the leader and a Silver Adventurer, he was still far stronger than most in reality.

Gren, with a frail physique, crashed to the ground, disoriented.

Galen was speechless, where did this girl come from, sporting a Jinxs-like hairstyle—except black, slender body more or less similar, but the attire leaned towards the 3D District Jerusalem style—with hand guard sleeves, tactical boots, lantern pants, crop top, and tattoos that could scare the government.

"Get lost!"

Gren stood up, cursing Galen, saw a phone booth nearby, and immediately hid inside.

In all Aran’s tier-one cities, the phone booth communication network had been established—this was something the Emperor mentioned in passing, a testament to the gold of the Royal Court’s star, Lagrange.

Galen was unimpressed by the people of the Imperial City, their manners weren’t great, worse than country folk.

Not even a few seconds later.

"Hey, have you seen a girl with a Dragon Whale tattoo on her arm, with two very thin and long ponytails?"

A group of people with faces covered despite the hot weather surrounded Galen, questioning him.

This matter was too big.

East Sea change of ownership, Doringger’s great momentum had vanished, even with some former allies supporting, and interest communities, they’d been blocked overseas.

It was just Doringger liked pushing things to the extreme, most old friends lost contact, leaving only a close friend doing business in Aran, with exceptional relations, the only one Doringger trusted unconditionally, left his lone daughter fostered in Aran, her background completely clean, and established a dedicated fund.

The bad news couldn’t be kept secret eternally, when the Continental Martial Arts Competition came, Gren finally snapped after months of depression.

Took out the two thousand Golden Dragons from the fund, yet extracting it all required troublesome procedures, some needing her guardian to handle, the fund totaled about twenty thousand Golden Dragons.

But using this money to overthrow Liszt was impossible.

Gren thought of pulling off a dazzling operation, earning ten thousand Golden Dragons, gathering troops to build a royal army, a comeback for victory! Putting all hope in gambling at the Continental Martial Arts Competition.

However, Gren was still two months shy of adulthood, a child’s thought, just too far-fetched.

Her guardian immediately ordered her capture, ensuring Gren never again entertain thoughts of going to the East Sea, she never went before and never should in this life.

Liszt dared to divide shares even in Mulong during Aran’s war, ruthless beyond measure, not just an ordinary child, even adults should avoid provoking.

Doringger knew he had countless enemies, made enemies everywhere, barely past middle age, only Gren’s guardian knew, he just wanted to cleanse his reputation fully before old age, a last fight, even sacrificing eight hundred to come ashore, to reunite with family.

Sadly, he died at Liszt’s hands.

"No..."

Galen shook his head, not fond of rebellious girls, but still covered for her.

"Damn it, split up and search!"

The lead masked man commanded, tens of people scattered, they must find the Lord’s only orphan, else couldn’t answer to that person, raised as his own daughter for over a decade.

Galen pretended to make a phone call in the booth, but knowing clearly inside, maybe the little girl had something very important on her.

"Wait for me here."

Galen said to the vice leader.

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