Chapter: Chapter 2: New Century (Epilogue)
Chapter 425: Pet the Lion Beastman
(Player Name) (M) also planned to leave.
He had come to this small city to treat Claudia, and now that she was healed, why should he stay?
Seeing how anxious Claudia was, (Player Name) (M) thought she was homesick for Winter City. Without asking further questions, he immediately busied himself with packing.
Meanwhile, the underground black market was a scene of entirely different circumstances.
The stall owners and buyers had been fighting fiercely, but a roar that pierced through gold and shattered stone stunned everyone, sending stars before their eyes and making their pupils tremble.
A lion-headed beastman, about three meters tall, revealed its mighty physique from the uppermost level of the underground black market. It was a prominent platform, and anyone still in the black market could see the colossal lion by looking up.
“Stop fighting, all of you!”
Pet, the Furious Blood, roared.
This roar was even more terrifying than the previous one, carrying a storm-like pressure. In the market below, some of the braver beastmen were so frightened they wet themselves.
No one dared to make a move.
The entire underground black market fell into a dead silence.
Many beastmen hidden in the crowd recognized the lion beastman.
He was one of the biggest warlords of the Orc Royal Court.
Pet the Furious Lion, a general whose strength reached Tier Seven.
This general answered only to the Orc Emperor and held an extremely high position. Even the princes of the Orc Royal Court had to kneel before him.
Pet leaped down from the platform, landing with a thunderous crash. Dust and debris flew, and the ground shook. The two-handed axe strapped to his back plunged into the earth like a gate panel, its blade a dark red, stained by the blood of countless enemies.
“Fighting is forbidden in the underground black market! According to the rules I have set, ninety percent of those present today deserve to die!”
The lion beastman’s gaze swept coldly across the faces of the crowd, though the oppressive aura he emanated was gradually dissipating.
“However, many have already died today, so you have by chance been granted a chance to live, but it is your only one.”
Pet pulled the giant axe out of the earth and strode forward. The surrounding stall owners and buyers parted to make way until he reached the very center of the underground black market.
Kicking aside a shattered corpse, Pet asked in a deep voice, “Now, someone tell me, what exactly happened here, and why did you start fighting?”
He was seething with anger and his mind was in a fog, completely unaware of what had transpired.
He had been sent by the Orc Royal Court to retrieve a very important item: the Sea God’s Tear.
He had initially thought this journey would be a personal vacation, even bringing a cartload of strong liquor and three maidservants for enjoyment along the way. But unexpectedly, an incident had occurred at the last moment.
Today was the day the Sea God’s Tear was to be handed over.
It was said that a goblin caravan was delivering the Sea God’s Tear.
Although the two leading goblins were not strong, they possessed quite a few alchemical golems, which were formidable in combat and could ensure the safety of the Sea God’s Tear.
Just now, he had been drinking in the cave above the underground black market, waiting for the goblins to deliver the Sea God’s Tear.
But due to overwork and lack of sleep in the past few days, he decided to rest for a moment while waiting for the goblins, who were nowhere to be seen.
To his surprise, he was awakened by the noisy sounds of smashing and destruction, only to find the entire underground black market in chaos.
After a while, no one dared to speak.
Pet clenched the hammer in his hand, his impatience growing.
At this moment, a stall owner bravely stepped forward.
“My lord, my goods were stolen by these buyers, and the worst part is they deny it!”
This stall owner, judging by his height, appeared to be human. He pointed at the burly beastman buyers, his voice filled with indignation.
“You’re spewing bullshit!”
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“You’re just trying to extort us. We don’t even have space rings, how could we take your goods?”
Several beastmen immediately took offense. They despised being accused of things they didn’t do, as honor was more important to them than life.
If someone tarnished their reputation, they were even willing to fight to the death for it!
But the stall owner was undeterred. He cast a contemptuous glance at the beastmen and said sarcastically, “Hmph, who knows if you have space rings hidden on you? If you have the guts, take off all your clothes!”
“We’ll strip then!” the beastmen sneered. “If we don’t have space rings on us, don’t blame me for chopping off your head and using it as a chamber pot later!”
Seeing that the beastmen were about to strip themselves bare, Pet could no longer stand it.
“Shut up!” he roared.
The beastmen shivered and stopped, looking at Pet pitifully.
“They don’t have space rings on them. I’m a Tier Seven beastman, sensitive to spatial energies.”
He glared at the stall owner, immediately shutting him up.
“And why were you arguing?” Pet turned his gaze to the other stall owners and buyers.
“Our goods also disappeared inexplicably.”
“Yeah, my entire stall’s worth of goods is gone!”
“Lord Pet, the black market has been operating for so many years, you must help us get justice!”
Stall owners eagerly stepped forward to complain.
Pet surveyed the scene; almost all the surviving stall owners had gathered before him.
After further questioning, the stall owners confirmed that they had lost their goods during the period of chaos, and the items had disappeared inexplicably without any spatial fluctuations. The buyers also stated that they had definitely not taken the stall owners’ goods and were willing to be searched.
These lost goods must have been the work of one person.
Pet had a clear idea in his mind.
He just wondered what cunning method the thief had used to pilfer so many stall owners’ goods.
The critical point was that no one had noticed, and the thief had successfully framed the buyers, causing the chaos in the underground black market.
“Lord Pet! You must catch that thief!”
A crow-like caw echoed, sounding irritating and coming from right in front of him. Yet, Pet looked left and right, but could not see who was speaking.
“My lord, I’m under your feet,” the voice spoke again.
Pet looked down.
He saw two small, short goblins standing there.
One of them seemed unconscious, and the other was covered in dust and grime.
They were inconspicuous, squeezed between a crowd of “tall people.”
“Are you Gulu Gold Coin and Gulu Silver Coin?” Pet’s pupils contracted, and he had a bad feeling in his heart.
When he arrived at Whirlwind Dunes, the strategist had shown him portraits of the contacts.
Therefore, he recognized the two goblins’ identities at a glance.
Now, with their crestfallen faces, he wondered if the Sea God’s Tear had already been lost.
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