Super Righteous Player
Chapter 630 - 171: Bartender: Forget it, Can’t Afford to Offend_1

Chapter 630: Chapter 171: Bartender: Forget it, Can’t Afford to Offend_1

In the tavern filled with the convicts’ laughter, brimming with either goodwill or malice, Jiu’er silently took back the banknote.

Watching her actions, the dwarf bartender shot a fierce glance at the other patrons and patted the table with measured strength as a form of intimidation.

Upon hearing this, the bartender revealed a sly smile, "Young lady, I can understand your pursuit of idols, your chase after legends. If I were young enough, maybe I would do the same, but where Captain Selicia goes is her own private affair..."

"How about Gold Coins, how many would that be?"

Lin Yiyi interrupted.

What’s with young people these days... Why so impolite?

The bartender glanced at Lin Yiyi—or more precisely, at the staff she carried on her back, as well as the bracelets on her wrists.

On each of Lin Yiyi’s wrists was a leather bracelet, each set with gemstones of varying sizes and shapes.

I see.

A young Azure Holy Guard...

The bartender quickly recognized her background.

Being a silver-ranked warrior in her twenties, indeed, was something to be proud of.

This was a not uncommon transcendent profession within the United Kingdom. However, the number of Azure Holy Guards who could operate normally on Gemstone Island, or even outside the United Kingdom, was quite scarce.

Unless they had a considerable income, it was difficult for them to continue purchasing new gemstone abilities and "spellcasting materials"—those high-quality gemstones from Gemstone Island.

The ability of the Azure Holy Guards depended largely on how many "spells" they had at their disposal. In some sense, they had a resemblance to the Silver Baron’s priests.

"You name the price then,"

Lin Yiyi said impatiently, "I can’t afford it if it’s too expensive."

"Don’t worry, I always charge according to the customer,"

said the bartender unabashedly, "You lot can surely offer something of value. Just by looking at you, I can tell."

"As for the rest of them..."

He glanced over the other patrons.

His gaze briefly swept over the Destroyer Wizard, not daring to look too closely.

... Damn it, looks like a Destroyer Wizard.

The young man’s pupils were dark red, like semi-dried lava. As he sat at the bar for so long, the bartender couldn’t help but feel a slight itch in his throat from the sulfur-scented breath seeping out.

Although the bartender was a bit face-blind towards humans, he could still discern that this young man bore some resemblance to the young girl from the Azure Holy Guards.

According to the bartender’s many years of experience, they were likely siblings.

Siblings from different Wizard’s Towers—this indicated that their family must have some connection with the Wizard’s Towers of the United Kingdom.

... Forget it, don’t want to offend a Destroyer Wizard.

They really feared that a casual jeer might cause an explosion on the spot.

Even if, judging by the scent on him and the "audio-visual effects," he seemed to be a type that is either not too powerful or has strong self-control. But the common knowledge here was that Destroyer Wizards are the first people you shouldn’t provoke, and it had nothing to do with their strength.

Is there a difference for the people around them, between someone who can blow up everything within ten meters and someone who can blow up everything within ten miles? Obviously not.

And someone who can follow around a Destroyer Wizard who has achieved official recognition, along with a young Azure Holy Guard who has advanced to silver rank at such a young age... those two young ladies certainly must be out of the ordinary.

It’s not targeting the Azure Holy Guard...

Mainly it was because her manner appeared a bit too "manly."

Especially when beside two ladies of distinctly different temperaments, it became even more noticeable.

One of them was unquestionably a priestess of the Pale Princess, a deity of half-death.

The bartender had figured this out early on.

She truly made the bartender by exceedingly wary, courteous in his speech towards her.

The Pale Princess was a deity of specters and spirits. Almost all of her followers were specters, and 100% of her priestesses were those who had died.

These priestesses of half-death, though they all seemed gentle in disposition and were skilled in singing... they truly siphoned the vitality of others.

Living with them for too long, even normal people would be ridden with illness. Those already suffering from chronic diseases might just drop dead at any moment. If it was a powerful priestess of half-death, even her singing alone could take the lives of mortals, snatching away their souls.

Different from the surface world.

In the Underworld, there was no small number of devotees to the Pale Sect.

Although the Pale Princess was but a pure white specter of a girl, she possessed a beauty that mortals could not look directly upon, and the topmost singing voice in the world.

After all, she is the deity called the "Throat of Death."

And in the underworld, where there’s no sunlight or moonlight, and the "sky" is too low, the visibility of the "Pale Tide" markedly increased.

When the Pale Princess paraded, someone with slightly better vision could even see her face clearly.

Once influenced by that bewitching beauty and singing, one would become zealots. However, the Pale Princess is a deity who lives freely... She doesn’t care much for her followers, only her "lover."

She was their Pope.

The Pale Princess would only accept sacrifices from those she was satisfied with, and among all types of sacrifices, the highest demanded was "self-sacrifice." When she had no Pope, she would choose "the most interesting soul" from her fervent followers to become her lover and Pope... obsessively singing for him day and night, whispering sweet nothings to him.

Until she grew tired of that soul.

Generally, the followers of a False God are not too fervent.

The devotees of a True God are immensely devoted because they have a sense of mission as "Cleansers." They respect and take pride in their holy mission more than their devotion to the True God themselves.

But the followers of a False God are different.

A False God treats their followers from the standpoint of a "trader" and a "deceiver." The followers work for the False God in exchange for power, with each taking what they need.

Such "devotion" is more akin to a minister’s loyalty to a country—not for justice, morality, mission, or hope... but merely out of self-interest.

——The Pale Princess, however, was different.

Her followers were undoubtedly the most fervent kind.

At the same time, the Pale Princess also possessed a very convenient power—she could easily cleanse others of their corruption, whether or not they were her followers. It was because of this that even though her followers were so fervent, she was not denounced as an Evil God.

Currently, apart from Mr. Radiance, only the Pale Princess excelled in this ability. Furthermore, both the Pale Princess and Mr. Radiance dressed in pure white... Some believed that the Pale Princess might have also been "a certain radiance of the sun"; others claimed she could be Mr. Radiance’s mother, daughter, or a female alter ego of himself.

But in any case, the Half-Dead Maiden was an absolutely untouchable existence in the Underworld.

Better to offend the Black Widow’s spiders than to provoke the Half-Dead Maiden.

The former would only offend one person, while the latter might offend a whole group of fervent and troublesome individuals...

To take a step back, at the very least, they still needed the Pale Princess to cleanse their corruption.

If they offended the Pale Princess, what would they do if she didn’t allow them to accompany her during the Tides of Pallor?

Therefore, when other passersby noticed Xitan Pulan, they started to lower their voices. As Xitan Pulan walked past them, some people even nodded respectfully.

As for the last one, who looked like a fairly wealthy noble young lady...

...wait a second.

This scent of citron and amber... is it Unending Blood?

The bartender’s keen sense of smell came in handy.

His expression suddenly turned extremely horrified.

For a moment, he thought of the axe that seemed extremely heavy, yet was casually carried by her.

...Could this be the legendary Blood Eater?

Where the hell did this lunatic come from?

——Isn’t the mental asylum supposed to be locked?

As one of the advanced classes in the Berserker line, the Blood Eater is the only one whose abilities are entirely positive without any drawbacks. Despite the fact that Berserker, a prerequisite profession, is not uncommon, the number of Blood Eaters is still exceedingly rare.

That’s because this profession itself is a favorite of the Goddess of Cup. It is advanced by Berserkers who have put themselves in mortal danger at least nine times and still managed to survive until they could advance.

One could say they are bloodthirsty monsters driven by desire...

The bartender glanced down at Jiu’er’s height.

...little monsters.

He added in his mind.

The bartender’s gaze swept over the four individuals with a complex expression.

An Azure Holy Guard in his twenties...

...plus a destruction Wizard, Half-Dead Maiden, and Blood Eater.

It seemed only the Azure Holy Guard was likely to be spared provocation.

The other three—one was a manic hot-tempered lunatic whom no one dared to insult and had to be served like a lord; one was the opinion leader in charge of a bunch of unreasonable lunatics; and one was the most insane of Berserkers who could only advance as a fighter class that was extraordinarily tough and basically unkillable.

A protector plus three lunatics.

...What do they want with Selicia?

The bartender opened and closed his mouth repeatedly.

After much frenzied imagination, he finally seemed to concede with a deep sigh.

"...Forget it, it’s on the house. I’ll just tell you... Cesilia took an order from a little girl, heading to a place called ’Dirge.’"

"Huh?"

Jiu’er tilted her head in confusion, looking bewildered.

Why the sudden change?

What just happened?