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Chapter 238 - 206 Bug Transport Magic Circle

Chapter 238: Chapter 206 Bug Transport Magic Circle

The lousy card game made Riff’s mood extremely poor. Since everything had been slowing down recently, life in Star Dragon City had also become much easier, but only in terms of living conditions.

The intangible boulder pressing on people’s hearts was growing heavier. The entire territory had become dreary, and people sought to relieve stress by drowning themselves in drink or gambling heavily during their spare time.

Then there was a certain unmentionable diversion. It’s just that the Lord preferred they leave heirs behind, and the Great Knights happened to be the best choice for ordinary women to lead a better life. When it came to choosing a spouse, everyone was extra cautious.

The Lord had mounted his two-legged Flying Dragon and disappeared into the horizon a few days ago, leaving no news, which made everyone uneasy, yet no one thought any danger was involved.

Perhaps the Lord would ride the two-legged Flying Dragon right over Snake Catcher Fortress and then return to Goliath.

Maybe... Many maybes.

"I’ve got to get these guys drunk!" Riff certainly didn’t want to incur heavy debts on his rare days off. He had ways to obtain distilled spirits and best forgive these fellows with his "big belly" while everyone was too groggy to see the cards clearly.

His luck and card skills were terrible, but he could hold his liquor quite well.

Riff was beginning to loathe the form of entertainment left behind by the now-vanished Undead. The square card games continuously stripped away his money, and now all that he had left to bet was to wash these few men’s underwear.

He couldn’t even wash his own underwear well, and he never understood why these bastards were so insistent on having a rough man like him do such work.

"I’m gonna get the drinks." Realizing that the current hand was visibly rotten, Riff took the initiative to stand up. He pushed his chair back and threw out the undealt cards first, scratching his head haphazardly to prevent any objections from the others.

The others were all former infantrymen from the Second Legion, and although they saw through Riff’s scheme, they could only grumble a few words because Riff always managed to find good liquor. After all, Riff was one of the first nine to follow the Lord.

There were no more Undead in the tavern, but Blacksmiths, Pharmacists, and Warriors were becoming increasingly common, listlessly squandering their time away.

This kind of life was actually much harder than the one before the Calamity. It’s just that after the Calamity, when they had become used to living each day on edge, the sudden "ease" and even the concept of vacations were something they were struggling to adapt to.

Riff made his way through the crowd and saw Ludo the Dwarf, who was singing songs to amuse the children. The Dwarf stood on the table, belting out a tune in high spirits, and no one mocked his short stature—in this world, everyone was a monster.

A decent pitch, is it a baritone or a bass? His tin ear couldn’t tell.

He guessed that Ludo must have been clenching his buttocks when singing that particular line because when he had once asked Ludo for singing tips, Ludo’s response involved tightening up the posterior as if a finger was intruding uninvited, and one had to tense up to guard against it.

After hearing such a peculiar method of practice, Riff suppressed the urge to learn.

He slapped his hands over his head in a random rhythm, praising Ludo’s butt-clenching singing technique.

Riff went to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of liquor; he knew all too well that old Pete would not hesitate to curse him out once he found out, perhaps even invoking his grandmother’s name. Back when their group only had ten people, old Pete was always willing to sneak a portion of meat his way because he was the youngest and always the most cared for.

Now that eating meat was no issue, that guy would begrudge a few bottles of liquor!

As Riff was preparing to return to the table, he caught sight of a figure.

Mr. Dome, the hero of the Undead siege campaign, had charged forward with a sword as a Wizard, blowing the horn to aid the Lord.

But Riff also knew that the man was a mad Wizard, his research many times crazier than Miss Miko, Miss Brittany, and others.

So most of the time, he kept his distance from Dome.

The figure hurried in, dressed in a long white robe, with a white beard and white hair, immediately attracting the attention of everyone present upon entering; people started whispering, and it was obvious that the topic of conversation had shifted to Dome.

Wizards were mysterious within the Rand Kingdom, and in the territories after the Calamity, they were equally enigmatic, undertaking various incomprehensible tasks. In short, anything inexplicable could be attributed to "Magic."

Under the archway of the tavern built with mud bricks and wooden blocks, Dome was looking for something.

"Mr. Dome?" Riff took the initiative to walk over as he felt that among those present, probably only he could proactively approach. As one of the nine guards following the Lord, he had the privilege to speak his mind on certain occasions.

"Lord Riff!" Dome recognized Riff, as anyone who frequently heard this name while talking with the Lord would remember it.

"Whom or what are you looking for?"

"I’m looking for Great Knight Lance," Dome hesitated, then continued, "I heard he likes to drink with the soldiers."

"He is not in Star Dragon City," Riff shook his head, "Recently, he left with the Lord, both riding on a Flying Dragon."

Not only Lance, but most of Lind’s men had been assigned tasks, whether for patrolling or otherwise—it just so happened that Riff was off today.

"Maybe I can help with something?" Riff offered, "If this matter is related to the Lord’s orders, just let me do it, as I’m off duty today."

"Disturbing someone’s day off is a very despicable act," Dome nodded, turned around, walked out of the tavern, and stopped at the door to look back at Riff.

Riff immediately followed: "Shall we find a more secluded place to talk?"

"Let’s walk and talk," Dome didn’t seem eager to divulge a secret right away, his manner relaxed, "You know, I do a lot of things for the Lord."

This was no secret, including maintaining operational Magic Circles, developing little spells that flash, and recently even learning to cultivate and breed Calamities.

He must be one of the busiest people in the territory.

"I have been studying a Magic Circle recently; it’s the Lord’s order. We are all curious about the unknown, and I finally made some progress," Dome said with a smile, but then sighed, "Even though I wasn’t successful, I learned some rather troubling information from those results."

"What?" Riff inquired.

"A madman eroded by a dark will. I don’t know his name, but while perfecting the Magic Circle, I accidentally stumbled upon some even stranger information."

Dome gestured; he was a "book thief," but at the same time very generous in wanting to share his knowledge, a shame that the person standing in front of him couldn’t understand a single word.

"The information left in that Magic Circle coincides with a piece of history from a chronicle I once read, which was only briefly mentioned."

Dome, who had always regarded knowledge with endless awe, this time not only showed insatiable greed but his tone was serious, with persuasion and warning, as well as concern.

"Which history?"

"Bugs," said Dome, "In history, someone used evil magic to create those endless creatures, and in the Magic Circle information I obtained, it’s a Teleportation Circle, intended to transport a specific race. It’s a Teleportation Circle for sending Bugs!"

He added, "It might be done intentionally by someone, or perhaps it’s a relic of history, but either way, it’s very dangerous."

"I’m a bit confused," Riff scratched his head—he couldn’t understand, but he thought it was the alcohol that was affecting his thinking, rather than his own stupidity.

"Wait, you mentioned a Teleportation Circle, but we haven’t seen any Bugs around here."

"This time it’s a Cyclops that got sent over," Dome explained, "The Teleportation Circle is severely damaged, and its sequence is jumbled by time. I know the Lord is not here, but we should destroy that Teleportation Circle immediately, before time sends something even more unpredictable here."

"But," Riff said, "the Cyclops cave is precisely where the Lord has gone this time."

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