Black sail

Chapter 695 LXXV. The Cold Wonderland at the True End of the World

These people are truly a motley crew, each displaying their unique abilities; the stories of the underworld are undeniably fascinating.

We already know who Lisite is, and there are some other key figures worth noting. The Southern Wetlands of Mengges are now an autonomous region of Aran, which has been incorporated into the empire's sphere of influence. The rebel cadres in the wetlands and the political prisoners who fled Pedan are also worth paying attention to. Mirror Sea is too far away and can be put aside for the time being.

"Where is this person?"

Cicero pointed to the person at the very edge of the group photo, a man with a ribbon tattoo on his face.

"This connects to the Immortal Emperor."

It was something that slipped out without my noticing.

Cicero simply frowned, staring at Ben with disbelief, completely clueless about what he was talking about.

Ben felt a sense of unease. "Damn it, the Connection Immortal is too lewd, causing me to say the wrong thing in front of important figures. I was just being cheeky. Connection Immortal Emperor is this person's nickname in the underworld. His real name is Micah, and his surname seems to be Bruckner. He is from the Empire, and his hometown is Dawn Harbor. He used to be a forensic doctor and executioner in the Security Bureau. He is one of the elders of this group."

Cicero got the gist of it, but told Wesker to keep a close eye on Ben, as the dark elf had played a significant role in the incident.

totally no idea.

Micah was in the venue at that moment.

At the edge of the boundary sea lies the ultimate ancient land.

"Hate the sea and love the sky..."

Micah didn't know how to respond.

In terms of widespread impact, what Qili asked Micah to do certainly couldn't compare to what Micah did today by delivering a coffin to the Emperor.

But in terms of the level of danger, it was sending Micah to his death.

This was an almost impossible task, and Qili was only indulging in wishful thinking. Indeed, Micah's initial remarks had influenced her somewhat.

"This cage isn't locked, yet it imprisons me more precisely than any labyrinth. As long as he lives, I will forever be a cash cow controlled by the Evgeny Corporation. I shouldn't have told you all this, but it's all your fault for making me start to believe... that freedom isn't just a myth."

All thoughts of spring and dampness turned into gloom and melancholy in her eyes.

Her red lips were like gnawed wild roses, sweet with the scent of blood. Her cascading black hair was like ropes binding the wind, restraining every tender glance directed at her.

Micah didn't know how to respond.

In his world of experience, women who are interested in something often want concrete things, while women who are completely uninterested crave allegorical abstractions simply to torment you and please themselves.

She did indeed appear to be so sincere and genuine.

Qili is absolutely right.

Both she and I knew perfectly well that even though I had risked everything to come here, it was only for myself, not for her.

Besides...

There is no time.

Because of Gerdley's overwhelming strength, the battle for third place in the losers' bracket ended before it even began, and the final showdown tonight is about to start.

Micah gave up.

It is obvious that, without coercion, to get with the best woman in the world means having the most abundant resources in the world.

This abundance is even allegorical in nature.

He was just a desperate fugitive on the verge of death and couldn't afford it.

Qili knew what he was thinking; she was indeed a greedy woman.

"Just as I said at the beginning, there is still a chance. I'm taking you away; am I not your hostage?"

Qili said this.

She was the cash cow of the Evgeni Foundation, but that was also the only thing she could be proud of. Aside from the title of the world's greatest musician, she had nothing left and was just an ordinary woman.

She couldn't easily abandon all of this, but she could take a gamble and assume that she was merely being held hostage by the pirates.

Qili has always lived only in the First World.

Because she knew that without this title, and without status or the strength of those female adventurers, she would be in serious trouble.

One's appearance and singing voice are merely tragic products, subject to the whims of others, facing an even more terrifying quagmire.

Perhaps this is the paradox of the Western Continent. The more one wants to escape to the edges of the Western Continent and seek peace and freedom, the more one is drawn to its center, vying for power and status.

But it doesn't seem to be like that.

Just as the pirate said, he simply lacked the courage and the awareness to bear the consequences.

Micah didn't understand that Qili's repeated use of the same words three times represented completely different meanings.

He also only lived in his own world of experience.

Unbeknownst to them, for Qili, simply taking this step could potentially ruin her entire career, and it had already required immense courage.

Micah simply smiled indifferently. For him, Qili as a hostage was indeed of great significance, but for Lord Alan, she was clearly not that important.

The door to the dressing room, welded shut with strange black metal, turned into black iron filings and slowly dissipated, flowing back onto Micah's arm.

"You go."

Micah calmly stated that he had seen enough of the credits at the end of the game and it was time to return to reality.

Try to look on the bright side; maybe the emperor is a sensible person.

While it's true that Micah is a criminal in the official Aran archives, he is a legitimate citizen of Dawnport in Aran. As for those Far Eastern foreigners like Listershadi, forget about them.

As one of those who killed Zote, Micah was an Aramean and a well-deserved national hero.

"that's it?"

Qili couldn't believe it. This was the only thing that had been somewhat novel in all these years, and it had ended like this?
"that's it."

Micah was a little tired.

"Ok."

Qili said nothing more, since he wanted to wait here to die alone.

Because enough time has passed.

It's been almost half an hour, which is long enough for a meeting.

After handling the final payment, Qili's assistant returned to the dressing room to check on her safety. If the top star's mood wasn't taken care of, the company's higher-ups would hold her accountable.

I stood outside and knocked on the door.

"Damn it...you'd better hide."

While partly concerned for Micah's safety, Qili was more worried about being mistaken for some dangerous individual and what she had discussed with Micah there.

Micah only dared to make this tragic and resolute trip because he was lured by Qili. It's really something else, and he's also feeling a bit apprehensive.

I glanced around the dressing room, but there was nowhere to hide. The clothes racks were all open, and there wasn't a single cabinet.

"There is nothing we can do."

Qili changed into a long dress for everyday wear, and since Micah is quite slim, it should be able to hide her figure.

Good looks are an advantage that benefits people in the long run.

Although Micah wasn't handsome, he was still above average in looks. If he were a guy weighing around 300 pounds, Qili would have been screaming for help long ago.

Qili sat on the chair in front of the dressing table, beckoning to Micah to come over quickly.

Micah had nowhere to hide, so she immediately crawled under the dressing table and hid in her gorgeous red dress, her eyes dazzled by the sight.

This is where the real...

At the end of the world, a cold and cruel wonderland.

"come in."

To avoid giving herself away, Qili tried her best to keep her legs together so that the skirt wouldn't look too bulky.

It turned out to be a false alarm.

Just an assistant.

After settling the final payment, I also received a newspaper from the organizer explaining the reason for the cancellation of the celebration banquet.

(End of this chapter)