Mystery Paradise: Wishing Power Demon-Chapter 214 - 213 New Visitor

Chapter 214: Chapter 213: New Visitor

Chapter 214 -213: New Visitor

A month after the explosion.

“Another drink,” the tavern welcomed a new guest.

“Welcome, take a seat anywhere. The menu is right above your head!” The bartender called out nonchalantly and got back to his work. Business was clearly good tonight, with no shortage of people gathered to drink and chat. One new customer wasn’t going to attract much attention.

That was precisely the situation Farrelan had hoped for.

He ordered a plate of stir-fried noodles, a pint of wheat beer, and a dish of peanuts before taking a seat at a long table.

The decor here wasn’t high-class, but it was noisy enough to be lively.

Those with little money in their pockets liked to drink here, not only to whet their appetites but also to pass the time. Especially when someone was telling stories, a single drink could last an hour without seeming slow. Before Farrelan had made a name for himself, the first place he would head to in a new city was the tavern in the lower district.

After downing two drinks, he casually asked the drinker next to him, “Buddy, I heard that a month ago…”

“You’re from the Old Continent?” the man interrupted him directly.

“Uh… yes, what about it?” Farrelan was inwardly startled. Had the identity of travelers from the Old Continent become that sensitive here?

“Hey! Guys, we’ve got someone here from the Old Continent!” the other person called out loudly.

The others at the table immediately looked over.

“You want to know about the explosion?”

“I…”

“Come on, I’ll tell him!”

“You’ve told it so many times already, let me do it!”

“How about this… each of us tells a part, okay?” everyone clamored.

Farrelan was stunned; this was the last thing he had expected.

“Don’t take it personally,” the drinker beside him said with a smile, “We haven’t had many guests from the Old Continent lately, so we seize the chance whenever we get one. Bragging is all well and good, but you need a good audience for it. That explosion was really earth-shattering; I’ve lived so long and never seen anything like it—”

“Don’t speak!” the others stopped him in unison.

Ultimately, amidst rounds of toasting, the table filled in the story of the explosion. Farrelan’s perfectly timed expressions of shock and amazement only served to elevate the atmosphere to new heights.

Unlike the rumors he had heard on the Old Continent, the attitude here towards the drastic events of a month ago was entirely different.

First off, the Evil God and its cult followers did make trouble in the city, with the city guards suffering heavy losses, nearly wiped out.

Secondly, the lord and many nobles were suspected of colluding with the Heretical Cult, the situation overwhelmingly unfavorable for Magnificent Castle.

And finally, when the crisis struck, the Paradise Master intervened. With an unprecedented explosion, it destroyed the sinister plot the cultists had been scheming for years and ultimately saved the entire city. Talking about the explosion using the locals’ words was like witnessing a display of power as if the divinities themselves had descended, with a fireball brighter than the sun appearing outside the city that made both the sky and the earth pale in comparison. The storm stirred by the explosion was like a tsunami on land, its roar surpassing that of ten thousand thunderclaps.

In the end, the Evil God was defeated, and in every respect, it was a complete and utter rout. Compared to the miracle displayed, the floating ore mines were nothing compared to the nascent sun; in terms of results, Magnificent Castle still stood tall, while the followers of the Evil God were slaughtered to near extinction.

Frankly, even with the tavern’s tendency to exaggerate, this story seemed a bit too far-fetched.

Even so, Farrelan made a mental note of a term that was repeatedly mentioned: “Paradise Master.”

“What about the nobles?” he asked, his tongue heavy, “These damned leeches plunder wealth, and even collude with the heretical cult, we can’t let them go unpunished!”

His words met with unanimous agreement from the crowd.

“Mate, you’re spot-on. If you go to the eastern gate of the city now, you can still see their corpses hanging on the gallows!”

Farrelan was slightly startled, “Already executed?”

“Not all of them, there’s a public trial every week, and I suggest you go watch, it’s quite a spectacle!”

“Yeah, those high-and-mighty ones can also end up pissing themselves in fear, hahahaha!”

The group burst into laughter as if the ones being slaughtered weren’t nobles but pigs waiting to be butchered.

“But you said earlier that all the lords had fled, so who’s presiding over the trial?” Farrelan feigned confusion.

Someone replied immediately, “Of course it’s the messengers of Paradise and Lady Shandela herself, who else could it be? What, you question their authority?”

“How could I… I’m just relieved that there are still people upholding justice.”

“Exactly, a toast to justice!” Everyone raised their glasses and drank heartily.

Farrelan also lifted his glass.

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After leaving the tavern, Farrelan returned to the harbor and boarded a small steamer called the Seagull, docked at the pier.

The tipsy look on his face disappeared the moment he did so.

Entering the captain’s cabin of the Seagull, two men and a woman nodded at him as if they had been waiting for his return.

Farrelan took off his hat and saluted each in turn—they were Royal Guards Colonel Ryan Kray, Sir Durin Delac, and Executive Priest Katrina of the Mechanical Sect. These three were all figures of considerable standing, while he was an ordinary man without a title or designation. More precisely, he was a detective.

“So, Mr. Detective, have you gathered any valuable information?”

“Plenty of news, but the reliability is questionable.” He relayed the content he’d heard in brief, “Tomorrow at dawn, I’ll take another stroll around the town, and I should be able to make a judgment by then.”

“What? That’s completely contrary to the information we have!” Sir Durin was the first to protest, “But they really dare to kill—do they have no regard for the law of the Kingdom at all!”

Indeed, they had come to Magnificent Castle to investigate the “heretical uprising” incident.

Half a month earlier, news about the new world on this side of the Old Continent began to spread—numerous merchants and nobles who had escaped from Magnificent Castle painted a vivid picture of a rebellion by local powers. Miscreants under the banner of eradicating the heretical cult launched a brutal cleanse and pillage against the wealthy of Magnificent Castle. Their weapons were advanced, their might formidable, not even the city guard could match them, and Earl Li Qiang was even killed in his own castle.

This news was shocking, instantly causing an uproar across the Old Continent. Many businesses halted their trade with Magnificent Castle, fearing their cargo ships might be seized by these bandits. The sharp decline in communication channels led to rampant speculation, and with the adamant accusations of those who had fled, Magnificent Castle seemed to become a lawless land for the Kingdom in no time.

The royal family became restless.

Not because of public opinion on the matter, but because nobles and wealthy merchants from all over the Kingdom began to lodge protests. According to the rumors, nobles with titles and distinction had been premeditatedly slaughtered in the new world, an act of violence unimaginable. According to the law, only the royal family had the authority to strip a noble of life; if the rumors proved true, the actions of these criminals were no different from those of the cultists, and they had to be dealt a heavy blow.

An army mobilization, however, would mean untold expenses, and it was not feasible for the royal family to send the entire naval fleet to Magnificent Castle based on such one-sided rumors. Besides, assembling the army and preparing for war also took time, which is why the powers-that-be decided to send out a small investigative team with the escort of five warships first to enter Magnificent Castle and ascertain the truth.

And Farrelan was a member of that team.