The Beima former royal family, Rodrigo the Eleventh (Mr. Chai of Beima), had already clashed with Aran by supporting the Puppet King in Beima.

And the Eleventh was now preparing to launch an attack on the Great Wall, aiming to seize control of it to keep foreign invaders at bay.

If the Emperor doesn't die, Aran will inevitably come back to protect its interests in Beima, and the events of Aran Calendar 1274, Holy Spirit Calendar 2673, will happen once again.

Beima cannot endure a second warfare.

Before Gedre's departure, the Eleventh found the most reputable Black Mage organization in the Underworld, the Gate of Truth, and made a deal with the Witch King to obtain a Curse Poison Potion as powerful as the legendary Junlin Sword. It was concocted from the corpse liquid of the Spider Demon from the Ancient Era, rumored to be an apostle of the Demon God Meifa, and presented it to Gedre.

Now, this item is placed under the bedboard in the hotel resting room. Once infused into weapons, such a curse poison may cause even the Holy Spirit to fall, and despite the Emperor's unrivaled bravery, at his core, he's still just an ordinary man.

Gedre was labeled by the adventurer's guild as the ultimate dark horse, and newspapers declared that his overwhelmingly powerful performance would undoubtedly secure him a spot in the finals.

The bloody fourth round and its two battles were a breeze for Gedre, hardly costing him any effort.

So far, the only mildly resistant opponent had been that so-called Star Splitter Clark from the Narrow Sea, but he was also easily taken down.

Gedre sat in the resting room with eyes closed, preserving his energy with calmness as the crucial moment approached.

Imperial Arena, spectator seats.

Tomorrow is the main event, and the bloody fourth round was also incredibly brutal.

The liveliness of the discussions on the seats had somewhat diminished, and spectators were fully focused on the monstrous battles before them.

Even the wealthy nobles who could afford the ticket couldn't typically witness such grandiose spectacles.

"Hoo... Not in the same league as Lord Rein at all."

Galen commented, contrasting himself from the depleted Rein, exhausted by wine and women, noting how Puchang was extremely vigorous at the Cloud Palace. This individual epitomized how ordinary people from the Western Continent perceived the Highland Wolfman, as fierce as a beast.

His entire body training in horizontal muscles, no one knew what kind of Magic he practiced; he resisted the Demon Swordsman's Destruction Series arcane, causing only minimal delay in his movements, with no pain or itchiness despite the blows, moving with ruthless aggression and swinging the broadsword as if it were a toy, claws included.

If not for the watchful eyes of the crowd, he would have had the chance to bite his opponent's throat directly.

With a fierce suppression, a wild flurry of strikes disarmed his opponent directly.

Although it was a deathmatch, in the Continent Martial Arts Competition there were still plenty of normal people — when his opponent lost the ability to fight, the Gray Wolf King Reksey hoisted his broadsword on his shoulder, bursting into a hearty laugh, suggesting his opponent train for a few more years before playing with him again.

Reksey also earned a ticket to the finals.

"Little Sister is about to come out, following the apprentice of that Sword King or something."

Glenne entered the scene like a peak, making big waves right after leaving home, but the bigger the waves, the more thrilling; at crucial matches, the excitement only grew.

With the third old favorite having fallen, leaving only Saleret and Kai Deng, Glenne also regarded Gedre highly and placed bets on him.

However, many people had high regard for Gedre, and by now there was no longer any informational advantage; the odds had normalized, and betting a hundred Golden Dragons on Gedre would only earn twenty or thirty more Golden Dragons at best.

But Glenne doesn't play at such a small scale, investing her entire fortune of over forty thousand Golden Dragons, reserving ten thousand for a comeback, and placing the rest in bets, with three individuals each wagered over ten thousand Golden Dragons.

Even a provincial duke wouldn't dare to gamble like this — only a reckless young one like Glenne who cared nothing for money, being born without understanding its worth, having whatever she desired, and lacking any true concept of value.

This naturally drew the attention of the organizers.

Galen was quite conflicted, as Glenne was very generous, and during this week had formed a brotherly bond with her. Being a snitch to her family to have her caught back seemed a bit dishonorable.

But if not done, Brother Li might face serious consequences.

"I say, your goal is forty thousand Golden Dragons. You don't actually need that much — the title of East Sea King sounds grand, but in reality, Heaven Port is quite remote. With that much money, you could stage a coup in some major nations under the Five Permanent."

Galen patiently reasoned with Liszt, expounding some objective truths and using his own ponderous rhetoric in an attempt to dissuade Glenne from gambling further, stressing the urgency of having this impetuous girl curb her addiction — or she'd disregard everything else in her fervor.

Glenne truly had no concept of money.

"No way, the figure is determined because I believe it at least matches the wealth my father left me. Only then would I have the opportunity to equal Liszt."

Forty thousand Golden Dragons was a result of Glenne's thoughtful consideration and evaluation of many factors with her juvenile mind.

"For heaven's sake, equal!" Galen knocked Glenne's head gently, "Your national debt fund, two thousand Golden Dragons were withdrawn from it, but to withdraw the full amount requires your guardian's presence. You know two thousand is already an astronomical figure, right? What else did Doringger leave you?"

Glenne had come to trust Galen as a genuine brother. Talking without reservation, those things were at home, not on her person; her uncle was always watching over them, saying they'd be given to her upon coming of age in a few months.

"There are four very precious antique gemstones, but I don't know their exact value — I think they should be worth ten thousand each."

Glenne was largely guessing, having no knowledge of their worth nor understanding why they were so valuable.

Alicia had been under Doringger's soft confinement for a long time.

It involved not just Doringger himself, as of course, Doringger's rank could earn a cut, allowing him to keep the person at a peripheral location like Heaven Port.

And over such a long period, it was impossible for Doringger to have not conducted any research.

Even though Heaven Port was just a pirate hub, Doringger's operations were mostly in high profit, sometimes striking deals with margins of six-four, accumulating terrifying savings over the years.

He was also engaged in collecting this kind of thing, a matter not even known to Mo'er, Horace, or Saleret, who were his left and right hands.

People in the Heaven Port circuit knew well in their hearts.

"Antique gemstones?"

Galen was left speechless; before he knew Liszt, he was just scavenging the seas for wreckages and corpses, never having participated in discussions of such grandeur.

"They are gems set in the crown during the Overlord's conquest of the Western Continent two thousand years ago. It's said that there are twenty-four in total, and even one is worth a fortune."

Glenne stated honestly, based on her monetary perspective — since her uncle said they were priceless, they must be worth something like ten or twenty thousand each. Of course, she was unaware of their connection to Alicia.

If Doringger's friends knew Glenne was speaking about these things outside, even if they had adopted her as a daughter over the years, they would likely have broken her legs.

In Dugli Puchang, even the most tight-lipped Rein had a sense, though Galen wasn't aware that the Black Sail was also looking for these items.

"That may indeed be the real deal."

Galen could only come to this conclusion, glancing at Glenne, truly Doringger's sole daughter, her wealth reaching such extreme levels that it incited the wrath of gods and men.

One can be rich, but one mustn't let Liszt know about it — if Liszt found out, he would abandon any 27th-century adventures, rushing over at light speed to mentor the orphan of Lord Dor.

The Gray Wolf King's battle had concluded.

The senior disciple of the Aran Sword King, Valentina, stepped into the field.

The Sword King had many disciples to earn a living, but only Valentina was said to be on par with an adventurer, even though she had nothing to do with them.

Yet who the hell would care about that in our guild? Portrait rights? Reputation rights? Sorry, this is one of the Western Continent's famed beauties.

Valentina was also one of the Holy Spirit Calendar 2689's Women of the Year last year.

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