Dear Broom Knight.

Chapter 890 Al-Saran's Little Secret

Travis was truly a king of exceptional skill and ability, who knew how to make the most of everything.

If it weren't for those idiots who were feigning madness, Leon twenty years ago could have easily succeeded the old man who was determined to retire.

The old man, and Yuri's "older brother," are both getting on in years and nearing senility.

When Leon began dealing with official business, he found dozens of retirement applications from the two men in the drawer where Travis had placed documents labeled "difficult to handle but must be handled, just need to be delayed."

I have been paying these taxes for 25 years, two or three times a year.

This shows his sincerity.

Given Leon and Yuri's age and experience, 20 years ago, they would have been exactly the kind of people that two elderly men, who had been eager to retire for several years, would have willingly accepted, and would have even personally guided them to become familiar with the work process.

Not everyone can be like His Majesty Travis, who seems to have lived a hundred years in the blink of an eye without feeling tired at all... He doesn't even understand what aging is.

Despite wielding immense power, he was able to reject any successor he disliked.

It is virtually impossible to establish a system of family succession for officials.

Who can outlast him!
That's amazing! Absolutely incredible!

Leon sighed softly, then suddenly uttered a wistful thought: "When will I be able to be like His Majesty Travis...?"

"Stop daydreaming. That's fine wine brewed by time, and you've just been living in that wine vat all those years," Yuri sneered. "Get to work! The ministers are waiting for your death warrant!"

Leon sighed again, but this time, his sigh was far too heavy.

It is probably because he destroyed too many lives and affected too many families at once that he became so sentimental and restless.

But it's just a sigh.

He's just an ordinary person; he wouldn't sacrifice his own interests for any useless sympathy.
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“Alsalan,” Travis said hesitantly, crouching in front of the magic ship, “has the poison on it really disappeared?”

“Don’t worry about that,” Alsalan said calmly. “The kind of thing that can trick Luscania can only exist for 30 seconds in sunlight.”

It's called the Flower of the Underworld not just because it can only be born in the River Styx.

Although I was quite surprised they managed to get so much, well... what can I say now that they've all ruined it?

His tone was extremely unfriendly.

Travis tilted his head: "Is this thing valuable?"

“Any material targeting the soul is extremely expensive,” Alsaran replied irritably. “These Netherflowers, enough to cover an entire magic ship, would cost at least 300,000 gold.”

Moreover, it has a price but no market.

Basically, powerful individuals who possess this item will choose to barter for other goods.

"What did you say?" A furious roar erupted from the magic ship, which had been silent since being trapped in this semi-dimensional space. "Isn't that just a kind of soul poison?"

"Given to you by an outsider?" Alsaran said without looking up. "That must be Set, the god of death from another world. He certainly wouldn't be short of such a thing."

But in our world, those ghostly flowers could buy half your ship.

"No...no!" A huge impact suddenly rang out.

"Playing dead and banging your head won't work. Nobody here will buy your act of madness." Al-Saran chuckled. "Even if you don't know what kind of poison this is, you can't possibly not know that it's incredibly valuable."

Right?

Bilik Harden, the sorcerer.

"You... know who I am?" The shrill voice suddenly calmed down.

Although her voice was still high-pitched, it no longer had that overly harsh quality.

“A level 15 archmage who grew up amidst ridicule because of his short stature and shrill voice, and who transformed a magic ship into his own body,” Arsalan said calmly. “Although you try to make your ship look like the kind of place where multiple people can live together, normal people really don’t need such a small house.”

“○|￣|_=3!” Billy Harden emitted a series of beeping sounds to express his dissatisfaction.

Travis looked at the somewhat tangible image and silently took several steps back... moving horizontally in a crouching position.

Are all mages mentally unstable?

No wonder Luscania had been watching from a distance.

Al-Saran didn't take it seriously at all. His imagination was indeed rich, but his reason and knowledge were more powerful.

That was enough to make him break through this inexplicable illusion... He had turned himself into a boat, and what he was putting in was just soot from a chimney. As long as he calculated the distance properly, it wouldn't affect him at all.

No mage would ignore reality because of pointless speculation.

Otherwise, the illusionist would be the strongest magic-based class.

He looked at him with disdain and mockery: "I remember you're already three hundred years old, aren't you, Master Billy Harden?"

Although losing his body too early means he'll never reach level 16, it's not so crazy as to live out his life as an Ice Dog.

Heh~ Speaking of which, who's older, you or Ice Dog King?

Is it because that person passed away first that you feel you're old enough to get involved in this kind of thing?

"What do you know?" Billy Harden said dismissively. "Stupid kid!"

Travis frowned... Al-Saran's probe seemed to have failed.

This guy clearly didn't cooperate with outsiders because he was near death. So, what was the reason?
"It seems you don't want to continue on this ship!" Al-Saran said with deep emotion. "Your teacher once said you would regret it sooner or later."

Unfortunately, taking a shortcut can never make up for lost time.

"Heh heh~ What do you know! You fool!" Billy Harden laughed wildly. "Your teacher is even more foolish!"

His laughter was sharp and unpleasant, like many claws scratching at a metal plate.

Luscania stood up irritably and slapped her hand angrily: "I can guarantee that even if you could escape this ship in spirit form, I could lock you up and kick you around like a ball, as long as I don't want to!"

Billy Harden immediately stopped laughing.

He was clearly somewhat afraid that Luscania actually had a way to stop the Netherworld Flower.

As Al-Saran watched their interaction, a sudden thought struck him: "You actually know what the Nether Flower is, right?"

That was actually something you were using yourself, but you sent it out in the last few seconds to poison Luscania.

You have actually already come out of the magic ship.

Ha~ No wonder you're not afraid at all.

Do you think you can easily escape this semi-dimensional space?

These semi-dimensional spaces within the Northern Royal Palace are certainly very strong in terms of protection and enclosure, but they are still somewhat weak in protecting the soul.

It's not that it doesn't exist, it's just not that rigorous.

Bilik Harden had definitely found the weaknesses, which is why he was so composed.

He was even interested in testing Al-Saran!

This guy's three hundred years were certainly not wasted.

Travis realized what was happening too.

He touched something in his arms, his eyes gleaming slightly, looking somewhat sinister.

"He's not even on this ship anymore, so wouldn't it be easier to dismantle it?" Travis asked with a serious expression.

"I guess so?" Alsalan said hesitantly. "Without the soul attribute, the ship's automatic recovery ability is definitely gone."

He... well... actually doesn't have much money, otherwise he wouldn't have become a digger in the magical ruins.

Travis raised an eyebrow... No wonder Arslan knew about this little-known mage.

The profession of a monk always has those eccentric individuals who work silently for decades without ever having neighbors or interacting with others.

Only adventurers or caravans who frequently run into trouble for no reason know more about this... after all, they are often impulsive and prone to making careless remarks.

Of course, the mages themselves probably know something about the situation, but they won't tell outsiders!

Just like Arsalan, no matter how many mages he knows who live alone in the wild, he wouldn't mention them to Travis out of boredom.

Therefore, the people Travis knows are either those who are interested in the outside world and actively participate in the storms, or those who are so powerful that they become famous after just one move.

There were quite a few level 16 mages coming out, since even if they were good at hiding, they still had to find a way to get to the Astral Plane.

They can accept being nameless and faceless for a lifetime, but they cannot accept that their relationship with magic ends there.

Travis was somewhat annoyed by the situation, but not overly nervous.

In his country, it's best to minimize the presence of such silent powerhouses... He won't disturb them, but he needs to know who they are.

But he doesn't feel nervous about having too many of these kinds of things.

He has enough strength to maintain his self-confidence.

Besides, even in Arslan, there are probably only so many mages who know about it.

If Billy Harden weren't a gravedigger, he certainly wouldn't know.

He might have just dug it up and then he went there right afterward, and all he does is curse and complain.

Al-Saran's trips are usually quite comical, and Travis is used to it.

Billy Harden can earn enough to build himself a magic ship through his own hard work, while Alsaran has to work for him to barely manage to do so... The reason he can look down on him like this is all thanks to his and Armos's mutual investment!

He prepared the fortress himself; it was just a big iron box.

Even what Luscania scraped out with her hind paws looked better than that.

Travis chuckled dismissively.

Al-Saran had no intention of paying him any attention.

Travis knew absolutely nothing about mages.

He doesn't look like he has much money, but that's because his fanny pack is stuffed full of good stuff.

From the very beginning, Al-Saran never intended to build an astral fortress himself.

No, it should be said that he had already figured out how to use the blank areas to exchange for specific resources... after understanding how many mines Travis owned.

(End of this chapter)