Chapter 635: Chapter 227: The Imprisoned Mr. Cancer

Besides wanting information about the Dragon Mother, Simmons also sought some advice from Cantona regarding details to pay attention to when setting out to sea. He wanted to form a fleet. Although Hedan had quite a few experts in this area, Moncalleta was the top tier in the Dao Yuan Continent in shipbuilding and navigation. However, Mr. Taurus was definitely more familiar with the Netherworld Sea.

"Someone has discovered traces of the Dragon Mother. There are twelve seats in total for the singers of the Song of Hell, divided into the Upper Six Seats and the Lower Six Seats. The Upper Six Seats are already untouchable. Although the Dragon Mother belongs to the Lower Six Seats, her strength is undeniable, her potential limitless. It is said to be an extremely rare and pure Ancient Dragon bloodline. The Song of Hell sent several singers to the Netherworld Sea with the aim of seizing the Wish Book. The Dragon Mother has the ability to control storms, a power unique beyond the authority of the Sea God, giving her an advantage in the fight for the Wish Book. There have been numerous instances of peculiar storm phenomena occurring near small islands around the Clilane Archipelago, very localized storms, which I found information about in the Black Market. It’s possible that the Dragon Mother caused it," Cantona explained.

Simmons was excited. Of course, he knew the Dragon Mother could control the wind and rain. That night had been intense with fierce wind and rain.

"Mr. Taurus, I want to find traces of the Dragon Mother, any conditions are acceptable," said Simmons.

Cantona furrowed his brows slightly, "Mr. Libra, it’s a small matter for me. But wanting to approach the Ancient Dragon clan is extremely dangerous. The Ancient Dragon clan has a restraining effect on various Hidden Powers; they are considered invincible at the same level. They are not very friendly to all paths of the New Era, and their strength at sea adds another 20%."

"Thank you for the reminder, I understand. My purpose is not combat, but dealing with some personal matters," Simmons replied.

"I can put out a bounty in the Netherworld Sea. If you want to get effective information, it’s best to start at 10 Gold," Cantona thought for a moment and said, "Information targeting the Song of Hell will be relatively expensive due to the high risks."

"Mr. Taurus, that’s not a problem. As for the just disclosed information, I currently have a few hundred Gold in savings that can be used," Simmons said.

"Mr. Libra, the recent information isn’t worth any money. I analyzed it myself from scattered intel, and there are some discrepancies," Cantona said.

"It’s still Mr. Taurus’s ability. I’ll first transfer fifty Gold, Gold Lira or encrypted bank notes are both fine. Give me the address and I’ll have the Messenger send it over, though it may be a bit slow," Simmons said.

After all, not everyone has Brother Li’s kind of power. There is a certain risk in having the Messenger deliver goods; large amounts of Gold Lira are easily hunted down midway, and there are rumors of dedicated Messenger assassins.

"Better go with the encrypted bank notes, safer," Cantona thought for a moment and said. There are too many robbers in the Netherworld Sea.

With Gold notes and a key, one can exchange them at the bank for Lira, which is currently a popular method for long-distance transactions. Without the key, the notes become worthless, especially since not everyone has Mr. Gemini’s background.

In the hidden world, backing from the Seven Great Churches or the Royal Family is considered top-tier, backing from the Five Great Sanctuaries is super top-tier. As for Mr. Gemini, who can employ Immortals, it’s hard to describe, especially since he’s so low-key.

"Thank you again, Mr. Taurus."

"No need for thanks, Mr. Libra. Well then, good night."

"Good night."

After their transaction, the two left the Twelve Zodiac Star Disc.

In the void, the Star Disc radiated starlight, circular starlight layers cycling from top to bottom within the Star Disc, disappearing into nothingness after the cycle.

Not long after, the void shook, and a black eye-shaped hole appeared in the original place...

The day dawned.

In the manor at Dragon Capital, sunlight streamed through the windows into the study, where Christian was already seated at his desk. In front of him was the striking red notebook and a cup of perpetually steaming coffee, his favorite.

He simply didn’t drink it this time...to be precise, he didn’t know if he had drunk it earlier.

After the last Round Table Conference, he intended to find a flaw in the Illusion Realm but wasn’t in too much of a hurry. He had already realized the Illusion Realm had locked him into a loop. Though unaware of the enemy’s intentions, after realizing the Illusion Realm, it remained unchanged. Obviously, this Illusion Realm’s level was much higher than the one that trapped Cantona before. He intended to play the long game.

However, then there was no follow-up. He forgot everything. If he hadn’t left a trick at the last Round Table Conference to have Gemini remind him, he might have fallen into an endless loop again, not knowing when the next suspicions would arise.

This damned Illusion Realm was quite something; he only retained memory during the Round Table Conference and the day after. Once past that, related things seemed to be erased.

Christian’s lips curled into a slightly arrogant smile. Interesting, generally Illusion Realms break when they’re realized, while high-end Illusion Realms require finding the eye of the array. What would the array eye here be?

Coffee?

Red notebook?

Or... the only living thing besides himself?

A knock on the door, the butler walked in, and Christian slowly sipped his coffee, scrutinizing the butler.

"Young master," the butler began but was interrupted by Christian.

"Today is the weekend; Miss Marking, Miss Potter, and Miss Phil want to invite you for an afternoon outing. You work so hard every day, you should take a break. Is that what you wanted to say?" Christian said with a faint smile.

The butler paused, "Young master, how did you know? Can you foresee things?"

"You’ve already said it countless times; seems you don’t remember," Christian stared at the butler.

The butler looked puzzled, "Young master, I don’t understand what you mean."

"As my butler, you don’t understand what I mean, is it dereliction of duty?" Christian said calmly.

"I’m sorry, young master," the butler quickly lowered his head, saying apprehensively.

"Since you know you wronged me, you should end your own life," Christian said calmly.

The butler raised his head incredulously, looking embarrassed, "Young master, you really know how to joke, I’ve watched you grow up..."

"Will you do it yourself, or shall I do it myself!" Christian said sternly, his murderous intent pouring forth.

"Young master, you must be too exhausted from the training. Why not take a rest today? I’ll prepare lunch for you," said the butler as he started to walk out.

A powerful Spiritual Energy Aggregation Beam blasted from Christian’s hand, shattering all the windows and directly piercing through the butler’s body.

The body, penetrated, did not bleed; inside was pitch black, vaguely composed of countless dark writhing things.

The butler looked at his body in surprise, looked at Christian, and suddenly revealed a sly smile without speaking, then proceeded to the room’s doorway with continued courtesy, slowly closing the door.

The room was instantly isolated from the outside world, Christian reacted quickly, dashing to the door but was still a bit late. The butler’s action seemed slow, but it was in the blink of an eye, even faster.

The door was no longer able to open.

The Spiritual Energy Aggregation Beam struck the door without any effect, and Christian fell into contemplation. The red notebook on the desk exuded an eerie glow...