The Righteous Player(s)

Chapter 627: Bartender: Forget It, I Can’t Afford To Mess With You

Amidst the malicious laughter of the death row inmates in the tavern, Jiu Er took the paper money back in silence.

Observing her actions, the dwarf bartender glared at the other customers and lightly tapped the table as a show of intimidation.

Hearing this, the bartender showed a narrow smile, “Little girl, I can understand your heart in chasing idols and legends. If I was young enough, I might do the same. However, Captain Celecia’s whereabouts are her privacy.”

“How much will it be if it’s in gold coins?” Lin Yiyi interjected.

Why are young people nowadays so rude?

The bartender glanced at Lin Yiyi. To be precise, he glanced at the long stick she was carrying behind her back and Lin Yiyi’s wristband.

Lin Yiyi had a leather wristband on her left hand and another on her right hand, each adorned with several gemstones of varying sizes and slightly different shapes.

I see.

She is a young Azure Guardian…

The bartender quickly recognized her origins.

Getting Silver Rank in your twenties. It is indeed something to be proud of.

This was a common transcended profession in the United Kingdom. However, the number of Azure Guardians who could freely move around outside Treasure Diamond Island and even the United Kingdom was rare.

Unless they had a reasonably lucrative wage, it was difficult for them to continue to buy new gem abilities and “spell casting materials” — those high-quality gems from Treasure Diamond Island.

The ability of Azure Guardians largely depended on how many “spells” they had stored. In a sense, it was similar to Silver Sire’s priest.

“Well, give me a number then,” Lin Yiyi retorted with a hint of annoyance. “I can’t afford anything too expensive.”

“Don’t worry, I always charge people according to who they are,” the bartender replied without hesitation. “You guys better have something to offer. Just by looking at you, I can tell.”

“As for the others…” The bartender glanced at the others.

His eyes swept over Suuankou, but he dared not look closely.

…Darn it, he looks like a Destruction Wizard.

The young man had dark red pupils resembling magma. Having been sitting at the bar for quite some time, he faintly emanated air with a hint of sulfur. The bartender involuntarily felt a dryness in his throat.

Although the bartender wasn’t good at recognizing faces, he noticed that the young man and the Azure Guardian lady appeared similar.

Judging from the bartender’s years of experience, they should be siblings.

The siblings came from different wizard towers, meaning their family must have some connection with the wizard towers of the United Kingdom.

…Forget it, we can’t afford to offend the Destruction Wizard.

They were genuinely afraid that if they made a casual sarcastic remark, the other party would explode in anger on the spot.

Was there any difference between killing people ten meters away and killing people ten miles around? Obviously not.

The two young ladies were accompanied by a Destruction Wizard who had at least obtained formal qualifications and an Azure Guardian who advanced to Silver at a young age… They must not be simple folks.

The bartender didn’t have a grudge against Azure Guardian.

The main reason was her temperament, which was a bit too “manly”.

It became even more apparent, especially with two ladies of contrasting temperaments positioned nearby.

One of them was, without a doubt, the Half-dead Enchantress… the Pale Princess’s priest.

It was quite evident.

The bartender was wary of her and even spoke to her politely.

The Pale Princess was the Deity of Ghosts and Spirits. Her believers were mostly ghosts, and her priests were 100% dead.

Although these Half-dead Enchantresses looked gentle and good at singing, they could absorb the spirit of others.

After living with them for a long time, even an average person would get sick. People who already had chronic diseases might die suddenly at any time. If the Half-dead Enchantress was powerful enough, even their singing alone could take the life and soul of mortals.

Unlike the world above the surface, there were many followers of the Pale Church in the underground cities.

Although the Pale Princess was a pure white ghost girl, she had a beauty that ordinary people couldn’t see directly, defeating even the world’s top singing voice.

However, She was a deity called “The Throat of Death”.

In the underground world with no sunlight and moonlight and the “dome” was short, the visibility of “the Pale Tide” had been significantly improved.

During the Pale Princess parade, those with sharp eyes could see her face.

Once affected by that alluring beauty and singing voice, the person would become fanatical. However, the Pale Princess was a freely-roamed deity. She didn’t care about her followers but only her “loved ones”.

That was her pope.

The Pale Princess would only accept sacrifices from people she was satisfied with, and the most demanding of all kinds of sacrifices was “self-sacrifice”. When she didn’t have a pope, she would choose the “most interesting soul” among her fanatical followers and make it her lover and pope. She would sing to him day and night, whispering to him in obsession.

It persisted until she felt disgusted with this soul.

Generally speaking, the believers of false deities were not too fanatical.

The believers of upright deities were devoted because they had a sense of purpose belonging to “purifiers”. They were not so devoted to the upright deities as they were respectful and proud of their sacred mission.

It wasn’t so with the believers of false deities.

The relationship between false deity and one’s believer took the space of a “dealer” versus a “fraudster”. Believers did things for false deities in exchange for power.

That kind of “piety” was similar to the minister’s loyalty to the country. It was not for justice, morality, mission, or hope. Instead, it was to protect his interests.

However, the situation was different for the Pale Princess.

Her believers were undoubtedly the most fanatical.

At the same time, the Pale Princess had a convenient power. She could easily purify the erosion rate of others, no matter whether the other party was her believer. Because of this, even though her believers were so fanatical, she had not been denounced as an evil deity.

Besides Mr. Ray, only the Pale Princess was good at this ability. In addition, the Pale Princess and Mr. Ray dressed in pure white… Some people thought that the Pale Princess should have been “a certain day of the sun”; others claimed that the Pale Princess might be Mr. Ray’s mother, daughter, or a female substitute of Him.

No matter what, the Half-dead Enchantress was an existence that must not be provoked in the underground world.

One would rather provoke the Black Widow’s spiders than the Half-dead Enchantress.

The first case would be offending one person, but the latter would offend a fanatical and troublesome group.

Taking a step back, they needed the Pale Princess to purify the erosion.

What if the person offended the Pale Princess and was not allowed to be part of the Pale Tide?

Therefore, when other passers-by noticed Citalopram, they lowered their voices. When Citalopram walked past them, some people nodded respectfully.

As for the last lady, who looks like a wealthy noble lady…

…Wait a moment.

This is the scent of citrus and amber. Is it [endless blood]?

The bartender’s keen sense of smell captured something.

His expression became extremely horrified.

For a split second, he thought of the axe that looked extremely heavy but was held casually by her.

Could she be the legendary Blood Eater?

Where the hell did these crazy people come from?

Did the asylum forget to lock its door?

In the Berserker profession, Blood Eater was the only one with all abilities offering positive effects and had no negative advancement effect. At the same time, with the preliminary profession of Berserker, which was rare, the number of Blood Eaters was scarce.

It was because this profession itself was the one the Cup-holding Lady favored. The person had to place himself in mortal danger at least nine times voluntarily but survived to advance as a Berserker.

It wasn’t wrong to say they were bloodthirsty monsters.

The bartender glanced at Jiu Er’s height.

…A little monster.

He added in his mind.

The bartender glanced over the faces of the four people complicatedly.

Azure Guardian, who was in her twenties…

A Destruction Wizard, Half-dead Enchantress, and Blood Eater.

It appeared that the only person he could mess with was the Azure Guardian.

Of the rest of the three, one was a violent lunatic no one dared to speak harshly at because of his hot temper. One was the leader of a group of unreasonable lunatics, while the other was an exceptionally skilled and virtually indestructible lunatic who could only advance as a Berserker.

One bodyguard and three lunatics.

What are they looking for Celecia for?

The bartender opened his mouth and closed it at the next moment.

Amidst intense speculation, he hesitated with a complex expression for a long time before finally letting out a deep sigh of resignation.

“Forget it. There is no need for money. I’ll tell you directly. Cecilia took an order from a little girl and went to a place called ‘Elegy’.”

“Eh?” Jiu Er tilted her head with a blank expression.

What makes you comply?

What just happened?

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