Boiling Beast Bloodline
Chapter 1520 - 453: Tyrant’s Meal_2

Chapter 1520: Chapter 453: Tyrant’s Meal_2

No money, no way forward—this holds true in any world, and the Demon World is certainly no exception.

"Why don’t we head to the guild and take a few tasks? As long as we earn enough within the next three days before the Overlord election, we’ll be fine!" The baby-faced male Lich, Soreskia, suggested. "We still have some smoked meat strips left, enough to get by for the next few days!"

"But where are we going to find a task that can be completed within just a few days and still pays handsomely?" The Dungeon Archer, Marthaleina, raised an opposing point. "As far as I remember, the Adventurer’s Guild has never posted such easy and lucrative tasks!"

"If it doesn’t work out, as long as we drag it to the last day and make it back in time, we’ll be fine! By that measure, we still have twelve days!" Soreskia frowned slightly.

"What if we can’t make it back? Or we don’t complete the task and don’t earn the reward—then what?" Soso Ming opposed her brother’s suggestion. "If that happens, we might not even have time to travel from Mizuno City to Casablanca!"

"How about this—we sell the ’Osteo Wand’ we got from the Mutant Moria Leech!" The monk Shabi offered a suggestion.

This statement from Shabi also showed how, over the past few days, the four adventurers had grown familiar with Old Liu, forging an easy and close camaraderie.

"No way! If we sell off this Osteo Wand now, even if we have the money later, we might not be able to buy something similar again!" The female demon, Soso Ming, immediately stepped forward and knocked on Shabi’s thoughtless head. "The Osteo Wand from the Mutant Moria Leech can instantly cast a ’Cold Blood Meteor’! The four of us together were still almost torn apart by that Arcane attack—if Karu hadn’t helped out just a little earlier, we’d have been done for! Shabi, don’t you ever think?!"

"Then what should we do?" The monk Shabi sighed softly. "We have no money, and if we take on tasks, ten days to half a month probably won’t even cover travel time. This doesn’t work, that doesn’t work—are we just supposed to stand here like fools?"

"I’ll go sell my jewelry!" Soso Ming touched her gem earrings, stomping her high heels hard.

The gem on her earrings didn’t seem to be much larger than a sesame seed.

"I still have a Magic Crystal. Though it’s not of the greatest quality, it should still fetch some Shell Coins." The Dungeon Archer Marthaleina used her claws to pull a pack from her back.

"Why should any of you have to empty your pockets? Isn’t it just some Shell Coins? Follow me, everyone!" Old Liu looked at the sincere and naive argument among the four and suddenly felt a bit moved. He quickly warned himself not to let sentiment get the better of him.

The four companions shot doubtful glances at Old Liu.

Old Liu tilted his head, surveying the street, before locking onto a corner bar and heading straight for it.

Seeing that the four hadn’t followed and were still standing dumbly in place, Old Liu frowned and tilted his head toward them, signaling them to catch up.

The four hesitated for a moment but eventually caught up, though their faces were filled with confusion.

Without saying a word, Old Liu strode into the bar first.

Unlike the treehouse-style taverns of the Aegean Continent, bars in the Demon World resembled skulls in their architecture, with their open jaws serving as entrances. The design was abstract yet oddly charming.

As usual, the bar was packed with all kinds of Demon Clan adventurers, their raucous chatter and clinking glasses creating a cacophony. Occasionally, there were shrill yelps from maids who’d been pinched on the behind.

The bar owner was a Dungeon Demon with a round, plump body. Upon seeing new customers enter, his scythe-like tusks spread wide in a grin as he warmly greeted the maid to find Old Liu a seat.

There weren’t many empty spots. Sullen-faced, Old Liu picked a table tucked toward the back, nonchalantly plopped down on the black stone stool, and motioned for his nervous companions to join him.

The maid appeared to be a Beamon with wings, dainty and petite. Old Liu couldn’t tell the species, but he guessed she might belong to the sparrow clan of Beamons.

"We’re five people. Just bring your best dishes." Old Liu nodded at the menu-bearing maid, feeling completely reassured. The Aegean Canon’s claim that the Demon Clan subsisted on carrion was clearly nonsense.

"A seasoned adventurer like the Silver-Eyed Swordsman must have gained quite a lot along the journey. Please wait a moment!" The maid replied with a polite, professional smile.

"Brother Karu... we... we don’t have that much money!" Soreskia leaned nervously toward Old Liu’s ear the moment the maid had left. He was so anxious he’d forgotten that this silver-eyed man claimed to be deaf and mute.

"What are you so nervous about?" Old Liu shot him a glare. "Relax! Eat what you want, drink what you want!"

The four adventurers stared in disbelief at each other.

Before long, the dishes arrived—six in all. They were unfamiliar yet richly prepared, vibrant in color, artfully plated with a mix of meat and vegetables. The alcohol came in a massive stone jug, at least three or four pounds, served in bone cups. Its light-green hue sparkled, releasing a fragrant aroma that drew envious gazes from all around.

"This is my first time drinking wine brewed from Holoru fruit!" The monk Shabi stared dumbfounded at the wine. "This top-tier alcohol goes for a Green Shell Coin per Moka!"

"Drink up!" Old Liu drained a cup with a loud sip, smacking his lips. The flavor was decent—a bit sour, with a slightly sweet and tart aftertaste, making it quite palatable.

The maid brought out finger picks. In the Demon World, food wasn’t eaten with knives and forks; instead, everyone wore bone picks on their fingers to grab food, and these were later cleaned collectively. Each species had its own unique size for these tools.

Old Liu dove into the food, chomping robustly. Once everyone had eaten their fill, he wiped his oily mouth, glanced around, and discreetly lifted the hem of his armor. He bent and snapped off a walnut-sized piece of metal from a plate in his armor, dropped it into a dish of meat and vegetables, and stirred it with his fingers.

The four companions froze mid-bite, raising their heads to stare blankly at him.

"Boss!" With a loud slap, Old Liu smacked the table, hard enough to leave a long crack on its obsidian surface.

The Dungeon Demon owner, who had been pouring wine at the bar, was startled so badly that he nearly tipped over a barrel.

The entire bar fell silent, and countless gazes turned toward the scene.

"What the hell is this?!" Old Liu held up the metal shard mixed with the food, half rising with an intimidating glare as he spat out a bone fragment.

The bar owner froze for a moment before slowly crawling out from behind the counter. Using his two dulled scythe-like claws, he carefully picked up the piece of armor plating, lifting it to his crimson compound eyes to inspect it closely.

"It’s a Wind Iron Piece," the bar owner finally said, raising his head.

A heavy slap landed on the owner’s head, knocking him off balance and sending his chin hard against the floor.

"F*** your mother!" Old Liu spat on the ground, pointing dramatically at his throat. "Look at this! My throat is cut to shreds!"

The four companions were stunned, staring blankly at Old Liu.

What followed was the Dungeon Demon bar owner obediently handing over five Green Shell Coins in compensation to Old Liu.

He had no choice. When the bar owner saw this silver-eyed swordsman, amidst a chorus of gasps, heft a 500-Moka stone stool overhead, clearly ready to smash it down on his skull, he knew his head would be turned into sludge from the blow. Even a Dungeon Demon at Overlord level would think twice about enduring such an impact.

With his pouch now jingling with Shell Coins, Old Liu smugly led his four companions down the street, moving from one bar to the next. The method varied slightly, but the routine stayed the same—extortion.

After hitting fifteen bars in total, Soreskia announced that they had more than enough money, far exceeding their needs, and Old Liu finally decided to call it a day.

During their spree, a few bars initially refused to pay up. However, once Old Liu grabbed anything within reach and smashed it onto the heads of the owners and knocked out a few second-rate guards, negotiations suddenly became much smoother.

The four adventurers were simultaneously tense and exhilarated. They couldn’t believe that earning money could be this easy. Still, they worried aloud that these bars surely had powerful backers and would likely seek revenge—or, even worse, involve the authorities. "We should escape while we can," they urged.

"They’re open for business; they wouldn’t make a fuss over us. But then again, even if they do retaliate, why should we be afraid?" Old Liu sneered. "File a report? If the authorities show up, I’ll beat them up too!"

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