"Hmm?"

Upon hearing of Executioner No. 114's unexpected ailment, Liszt absolutely didn't believe it. That thing already looked ill-fated, with its slender arms and legs and excessively elongated limbs, standing over two meters tall, with extremely unbalanced proportions, always wrapped in a black sack, appearing thoroughly unlucky. A humanoid monster—what kind of disease could it possibly have?

This individual worked for Akasa and was recently discovered to act as a part-time executioner in Forgotten Port. Beyond this, their origins remained a complete blank, undoubtedly leading Akasa to halt their activities for some reason.

But it doesn't matter... It would be soon.

The so-called Warlock Council and Tower Alliance are agencies that manage all the magicians across the Western Continent.

The highest decision-makers are the Eleven People Pavilion, managed by the masters of eleven towers dispersed on both sides of the Narrow Sea. The eleven Tower Masters symbolize the pinnacle of contemporary magicians, and the current Magic King has held this position for nearly a century, since the publication of "Acania Travelogue" by Aran.

Fen was once a member of the Council and thus a member of the Upper House, ranked only below the Chairman and the Tower Masters, with these Tower Masters being Fen's former bosses.

This agency sounds quite impressive and prestigious.

Yet Liszt had a different view. In reality, this organization had a bit of a shady side, not purely academic. The so-called "academics without borders" was, in fact, limited by national borders.

It's like the Western Continent's version of the International Atomic Energy Agency and the Non-Proliferation Treaty, a monopolistic interest group that manages and restrains uncontrollable forces within the Western Continent.

The Western Continent is rich with talent, with impressive individuals occasionally creating new arcane spells.

So, the issue arises: the definition between magic and black magic is quite blurred and requires certification from an authoritative body. Unregistered spell techniques that are not reported to the Warlock Council and included in the "Available Magic List" are considered black magic.

Once reported, the Warlock Council would surely offer a seat for you.

If there's a headstrong person who refuses to share their creations with the council, thinking their innovations ought to remain personal, then what should be done?

A shot rings out, someone dies, tears are shed, and through weeping, the truth comes out.

At least three truths are usually spoken: "I shouldn't have privately researched magic," "the academic monopoly is something I said," "I wish I had written your name among the creators."

That's why one of the Four Heavenly Kings of the profitable Black Society, the Gate of Truth, has achieved great success, not without reason. But compared side by side, the Tower Alliance is more anthropomorphic.

After recent affairs are settled, Liszt plans to head to Pedan, not seeking anyone other than the son of one of the most powerful eleven magicians of the current age.

Due to the lack of a point of reference for comparison, Liszt currently doesn't know whether the Tower Master or Akasa is more formidable. Whatever the case, neither are pleasant figures.

This time, heading to the Tower of Winterless, if successful, the filial son has plenty of avenues to collect the Junlin Sword.

The greatest adventure of the 27th century according to the Holy Spirit Calendar would occur once Liszt has filled his destiny points; he plans to kill them all. Fen with those little glasses is, to be honest, somewhat uncontrollable. Once the Netherworld Stele is filled, the control should remain in his hands.

Aran Imperial City, Dragon Lord, right? At that time, atop the Eternal Clock Tower, which is constructed upon units of millennia, in your household, the minotaur!

Speaking of which, Sharon is still staying in Drifting City.

He absolutely cannot disappoint her. Liszt made another decision: Mo Yutong can have Dreya play in her stead. He personally couldn't quite define his relationship with Dreya; they were definitely far from being a regular couple, and even love had somewhat mutated into something indescribable and unmentionable. Even Azathoth, glancing at it, would see its SAN value plummet.

Cthulhu Mythos? Not so refreshing.

Sharon should return to Heaven Port; she'd definitely struggle to adapt without someone to talk to. Like Tani, she's originally straightforward. Tani went off to work at the Tower Alliance, and theoretically speaking, Sharon could return to the Eternal Sect, though it would be far too dangerous; she absolutely can't go back.

Take Sharon to Pedan; surely, she values pure love, might want to bring the Big Car along, and hopefully, nothing untoward occurs mid-journey?

However, Garscek would live even longer than Dreya, they don't seem like individuals who care about such things, it appears feasible.

"I wonder how Zahak is faring at Golden Palm Port."

Shadi is still contemplating how he played with Zahak's sword until it shattered. He plans to extract something from him, since he's the Sword King's disciple, meaning the Sword King must have provided him with equipment, right?

A famous blade should match a hero; Liszt, with pretty boy looks, believes the entire Black Sail gang combined can't match him, insisting his equipment must be completely decked out in the future.

Pirates sit at the low end of the occupational contempt chain; they lack flesh, bones, and skin compared to knights, who are indeed T0 level, embodying the tall, rich, and handsome, even though each knight is commonly disheveled, yet they cloak themselves in the skins of honor and integrity.

Packaging is simple enough.

An armor set isn't cheap; a Magic Rune Construction Armor, depending on materials, craftsmanship, and creator, can reach astronomical prices.

Armor and luxury mounts are akin to watches and sports cars on the Western Continent; women catch their scent and rush over excitedly.

Shadi can't fathom losing; he secretly learned a bit of Transformation, planning to swoop in for Queen of Lostra while Liszt heads off to Pedan!

Now is the time for imagination!

"Constrained by Scissors Legs Sisters."

Morison munched on a fruit from Mulong, perfectly tart, reminiscent of how mild spiciness can heighten fragrance, while subtle tartness boosts the refreshing taste of the fruit.

"What are Scissors Legs?"

Magnus, curious, found his mechanical arm not very flexible and only auxiliary, while mechanical legs would aggravate a martial artist's fatal blow, slowing speed and dexterity.

"It's a customized light lily by Liszt! I hate wealthy people!"

Rein beckoned with a foolish bear face, feeling utterly hopeless. He jumped on brother.

"Customized?"

Magnus couldn't comprehend.

"Since you're asking sincerely, I'll mercifully tell you." Rein interlocked ten fingers and rested his elbows on the table, supporting his chin with a sharp look, "Em wanted to exterminate the D Clan because... ONEPICE, it was a long time ago when Em was streaming, the D Clan customized nudes of Em."

Shadi couldn't restrain himself, his face twisted, longing for untouched ears, an utter anomaly, truly impossible to ridicule. At hearing half, Lord Guan slashed Rein into pulp, "I implore you."

"Queue if you will, ONEPICE, too intense! I hate wealthy people; viewing it means inevitable death."

Morison joined in.

Liszt glanced at Rein; perhaps due to magical transformation, Rein became increasingly sickly. The bloody fourth round hadn't ended; the top sixteen remain in contention.

Gray Wolf King·Rek'sai, winner.

Divine Sword·枭 Dragon, winner.

Heavenly Slayer·Greenberg, winner.

Silencer·Duveden, winner.

Finally came to Kai Deng's battle; Liszt concentrated, closed his eyes, cursing Kai Deng for swift demise.

"Given we're all wealthy, upon reaching Wind Anchor where Ox presides, we can customize too."

Chuan Che pondered, having never played this extravagantly, with blindfolds, maids, restraints—anything can be customized, right?

An epiphany.

"My wealth, I realized, was my own. Feeling a bit embarrassed, suddenly becoming a landlord and tycoon, isn't that a bit unsettling? Damn it, we're elite individuals, guilty consciences before all."

Rein deemed it immoral, even though his class transitioned, steadfastly respecting women, ah, three "little ones."

Magnus speechless, grasped the concept of customization, sensed severe incongruence, maybe the Black Sail isn't where he belongs.

"Liang Jier, we'll only customize lightweight ones, let those perverted nobles customize, for they merely custom-tailor anything dreadful."

Archer, given to heavy drinking, faced dysfunction in liver and kidneys, spiritual threshold issues indeed arose, leading to incomplete functionality, ready to tenaciously customize, overcoming ED.

"I implore you!"

Shadi genuinely realized no matter how he refined his critique skills, he couldn't possibly make fun of these divine beings.

"It's sublimated! Truly worthy of Mr. Archer, myriad idiotic thoughts have a moment of brilliance; we must rescue those creators' sisters! Overthrow the wicked feudal nobles!"

Rein ardently thought to forge a world free from oppression!

Liszt was too disturbed to concentrate; in the radio report, Kai Deng, the little rascal, possesses decent skills, growing increasingly daring and vigorous in the bloody fourth round's first segment, persisted onwards, you damned flirt.

Just then, received a radio message—continent martial arts broadcast halt.

Liszt wasted no time, answered immediately, finding it was Galen's voice.

[Brother Li, there's trouble. I'm using Mr. Swann's machine now. I seem to have discovered... Doringger's offspring. How should we proceed?]

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