Chapter 5051 Over the Course Of A Day

"Madam Yue Lingsha, you're quite charming today~"

"Hehe~" Madam Yue Lingsha responded with a soft giggle, "You're as bubbly as ever, handsome fatty. I thank you for visiting my establishment regularly."

"No problem!"

The fatty struck his chest with some pride.

Madam Yue Lingsha unfurled an opulent wooden fan over her face and whispered to the fatty, her voice condensed and only moving towards the fatty.

"But you should learn to utter less words today. There are too many people whom neither you nor I can afford to offend. Oh, right, where are your wives? Aren't they here today?"

"Haha, today is a fine day for the boys and me. We had a good haul today from meeting a generous person, so we decided to visit and spend to our heart's content."

"Interesting. Is this person powerful?" She asked.

Knowledge was power.

"If it were anyone else, I would say perhaps, but from my instincts, I can tell that person is very powerful."

"Oh?" Madam Yue Lingsha's eyelids flickered, momentarily mesmerizing anyone who saw them.

After some time, she nodded and didn't ask questions anymore.

"It's good that you didn't bring your wives."

"Why do you say that?"

"Haven't you heard? It's said that Saint Riyal Mendez has a strange kink. Rumors say that he only targets married women."

"Ah, a Saint is that sinful? What has the world come to?"

"Aya, these are rumors from his time in that forsaken world of a Divergent. We can't say if it's true, but it's better to be prepared. I think we can watch a good show today. Do you see that room? Saint Riyal Mendez actually invited the people who came to him for treatment, but he only invites them as a couple. That is peculiar, I say, but when you hear about his wonderful Divine Technique to allow even Autarchs or even Primarchs to conceive easily, it doesn't sound strange."

"…"

The fatty's expression went strange.

He wasn't weirded out by that behavior, but weirded out because it was a Saint who was doing that. Wouldn't so many husbands want to treat their wives and make them free of illnesses? The vice versa also happens regularly. In this day and age, the cases of illnesses are spiking, so if the rumors were true, this Saint can be considered a menace instead of a savior.

Instantly, the thought of wanting to get into the good graces of the Saint considerably lessened.

For now, he adopted a wait-and-see approach.

However, he couldn't help but strike up a conversation with the proprietress.

"Madam Yue, why don't we try this Divine Technique together?"

"Insolent handsome fatty~ You never change~ Does the likes of a widowed woman like me truly obtain your fancy?"

"Of course!" The fatty's lips widened as he displayed his signature smile, "My wives would be happy to welcome you as a sister. Otherwise, they wouldn't have visited this place thrice!"

"You wish. Your search for your hundredth wife is a fanfare, but don't include me in it."

Madam Yue Lingsha rolled her eyes and walked away happily, leaving the fatty sighing lightly as though he greatly missed her fragrance.

After the enchantress of the pavilion left, his expression calmed as he looked around. He noticed many more attendees whom he couldn't offend, so he chose a corner to sit and speak with the others.

There were so many happenings not only in the twelve cities but also in the realm.

Apparently, the war at the Galaxy Wormhole had come to a slow burn.

The first wave had been dealt with, but now, hundreds of millions of lower-stage beasts descend from the wormhole to wreak havoc, although it was unlikely they could get past the defensive line personally overseen by Realm Master Malzor Hexadra.

However, it was rumored this state would continue for days until reinforcements from both sides arrive in order to secure the Galaxy Wormhole, one side trying to gain a foothold and the other trying to seal it and place defensive measures, such as killing formations.

In truth, as powerful people, they should also go, but if they went, then their place here would be jeopardized. Who could guarantee their homes would stay intact?

Of course, most major powers had already sent their forces since they are required to face external threats under the rule of any power that controls the realm.

But a newly created consortium like his that didn't have any territory for itself didn't need to fight for the realm.

Ultimately, in the face of a galaxy war, he could only care about his own people, even if he was a Level Eight Primarch.

It was not only him but many people who could go and defend didn't go.

However, they could not escape forever. When things got dicey on the frontlines and the army of the Hexadra Clan came to conscript, there was no escaping it. Otherwise, they would be declared traitors of the human race, and the Hexadra Clan was quite cunning. They could even use this opportunity to cleanse their rivals who had strange thoughts of obtaining the realm for themselves.

But they couldn't worry about such a future and could only pay attention to the current events since the Hexadra Clan was defending well.

Hence, they came here to get into the good graces of Saint Riyal Mendez, who was rumored to have joined the Hexadra Clan.

The fatty maintained a low profile, but he was no fool.

He went around, talking with the ones who weren't related to the major powers to gain more information, sometimes even clashing with the other consortium that came belatedly.

In the end, he approached the other end of the corner from where he initially sat and toasted a mysterious black-robed person.

"Mysterious fella, what are you doing here all alone? Can't you at least not act suspiciously? You're not even looking at the beauties."

The black-robed man smiled lightly at the fatty, "If I looked at them more than necessary, I might get chopped on a cutting board the next day once the news travels."

"Haha, my condolences, brother. You are blessed to have a fierce wife. So what are you doing here?"

"Bait."

"Bait? Bait for whom?"

"You'll know if the game shows up."

The black-robed man smiled lightly before toasting again, causing the fatty to also toast.

Inwardly, he thought there were too many mysterious posers today.

Wait? That's not right? Why did the person before him look familiar? He tried to get a look at his face, but it was obscured by the mask, leaving him feeling somewhat melancholic.

Should he also wear a mask and a black robe to appear mysterious so that he could attract the hearts of the lovely ladies, especially the enchantress?

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