Storm of Gods

Chapter 223 Tracing the Internal Organ Demon
Li Xin guessed correctly; the royal family, who were looking for him, were indeed Aklis.

“Avogadro, over here.” Aklis waved, but he didn’t come down; showing himself in a place like this would cause trouble.

Li Xin boarded the carriage... He thought that Simmons's carriage was already very luxurious, but compared to Aklis's, it was nothing. Indeed, luxury knows no bounds.

Li Xin started eating and drinking as soon as he got into the carriage. "What's the matter, so early in the morning?"

Aklis chuckled. "It's already noon. You can really sleep. You seemed to have a great time yesterday. The women in Heldan are very enthusiastic, aren't they? Putting everything else aside, in this aspect, Heldan is the best. Do you want me to introduce you to a few more?"

To be fair, His Highness is indeed enthusiastic. Speaking of enthusiasm, Li Xin couldn't help but think of Celia's top-of-the-line air suspension. That's too hot and too hard to handle. Ahem, one shouldn't mess with a friend's sister.

Seeing Li Xin's excited state, Aklis clearly misunderstood. "A kindred spirit! I also had a fantastic experience yesterday. The Marquis of Moore's wife is truly skilled, hot and fiery. When the Marquis arrived, I had just climbed out the window, and you can't imagine how exciting the look in her eyes was."

“Aklis, we might not be talking about the same thing.”

"It's all pretty much the same. Do you remember our agreement?" Aklis laughed.

"what's up?"

“Even if it’s a draw, I still win. You’re not trying to renege on the debt, are you?” Aklis said, staring at Li Xin.

Li Xin paused for a moment, then said, "Go ahead and tell me. If you can't do it, then I can't help you."

“It’s possible, and it’s also somewhat related to your current identity,” Aklis said. “Find the true culprit behind the visceral demon.”

Li Xin looked at Aklis and said, "There are many experts among the Undertaker. We've been searching for so long and haven't found one yet. How could I possibly be one?"

“Just because the undertaker isn’t good enough doesn’t mean you are,” Aklis chuckled. “The visceral demons always appear at night, and the night is the domain of the moon goddess’s followers, especially you. My father has almost completely given up on me, but I want to try one more time. After all, being a prince means spending most of your time eating, drinking, and having fun, and such a job is hard to find.”

Finding the Visceral Demon is related to the Night Watchers' affair, which Aklis probably knows as well. Li Xin feels that the Visceral Demon is probably not that simple. It has been in Heldan all along, but the Undertaker cannot be found. The normal logic is that the Visceral Demon is a Heldan noble or is protected by a high-ranking noble.

"The Visceral Demon is one of your own, isn't it?" Li Xin asked.

“Possibly,” Aklis shrugged, not denying it.

“I can try to investigate, but how do I handle the coordination of the funeral procession and even some nobles?” Li Xin said.

Aklis smiled and took out a golden token from his pocket, engraved with a lush golden tree. "This is my token. It's basically effective. If it doesn't work, you don't need to force it. That's your father's problem. Also, I can arrange for the funeral procession to cooperate with you. You can also access the files and documents."

Li Xin took the token; it was heavy and had a very antique design, looking like an old-fashioned piece. "Pure gold?"

Aklis paused for a moment, "I think so, cough cough, you have to return it to me after the job is done, don't lose it, the payment will be settled then."

"Alright, I remember there's a captain in The Undertaker named Travis, let's have him cooperate with me."

“Alright, it’s decided then. I’ve arranged to meet an old flame tomorrow night. She has a very nice close friend, with snow-white skin and a stunning appearance. Do you want to go and help them out?” Aklis said. Although he was quite happy every day after returning to the capital, he sometimes missed his secret friends in the Fortress and the Sanctuary, feeling that they were the ones he could truly connect with.

“I’m still a kid, a very serious one.” Li Xin shook the token in his hand. “I will take this matter seriously, and how well I do it depends on luck.”

Li Xin got off the carriage, and Aklis opened the window, waved, and clenched his fist. "Avogadro, good luck. I'm off on my date. Bye-bye."

As soon as they entered the inn's courtyard, Daenerys Targaryen was already waiting, dressed in her finest attire, and peering towards the entrance. "Oh, Master Xin, where is His Highness? Aren't you going to invite him in for a seat?"

Looking at Daenerys's makeup, which she had applied in a short time, "Ahem, Daenerys, His Highness has gone on a date. He changes his girlfriend every day. Young Master Simmons is much better."

"Oh? He's like this? But he's so handsome, it's not unforgivable," Daenerys said regretfully. "It's been so long since Master Simmons came."

Li Xin quickly took a detour back to the house; once Daenerys entered her imaginary state, it was quite difficult to resist.

Looking at the token in his hand, he pinched it. Of course, the matter had to be done, but he should never think that he was the smartest one.

By now, the internal organ demon incident has become very closely connected to him, and Li Xin has decided to make a judgment, the result of which will determine his attitude.

Judgment: Involvement in the internal organ demon case is very dangerous.

The dice were thrown and rolled rapidly, quickly providing a valid judgment.

The dice landed on a nine, and Li Xin still felt a sense of unfinished business, a similar feeling he had when he was under the fog.

Li Xin rolled the dice again. This was his ability to activate his Destiny Star. So far, it only added one more judgment, which was better than nothing. However, the result of the dice remained unchanged, still nine points, and the sense of crisis was still strong.

Damn it, he just said Aklis was no good. This enthusiasm came out of nowhere. A hidden identity isn't enough to make a prince act like this unless you have a great deal of use to him. This smiling tiger. The dice's predictive ability is quite good, but it's certainly not unique. There are probably many similar hidden powers. Human beings' fear of danger will drive them to study this kind of thing, especially when the other party is a prince.

The case of the visceral demon has been troubling Heldan for a long time, and it seems to be a difficult problem to solve. However, both Heldan and the Night Watchers want to solve it, and there is information in this case that Li Xin has not obtained.

It wasn't in his nature to completely ignore it, but he couldn't act recklessly. He had to be careful and remind Christie that if the undertakers didn't charge into the Heldan affair, how could the night watchmen be expected to do so?

It seems I've forgotten something very important...

Damn, I forgot to eat. How can a person forget their roots?

Li Xin hurriedly went downstairs, sped out of the hotel at supersonic speed, and ran towards Old Morton's stall.

The market was bustling. Cato, the coffee and fruit vendor, greeted Li Xin from afar, "Xin, what would you like to eat today?"

"I'll eat first and come over later."

"Haha, great! We have a special edition today, prepared especially for you," Cato said cheerfully. The young master and young lady of the George family are so generous. Not only did they make a fortune, but their reputation spread, and their business improved considerably. Because Simmons appeared at this small market one after another, the market expanded by a factor of two without anyone noticing, and the trading order was even better than before.

Old Morton's stall was also very lively. Young Master Simmons had eaten there, and even young Morton had attended the Grace Class. No one would believe that there was no favor from the young master involved. It would be hard for his business not to be good.

"Ah Xin, what would you like to eat today?" Old Morton was delighted to see Li Xin arrive.

"A large portion, I'm starving! Hurry up! Where's little Morton? I haven't seen him in ages," Li Xin said with a smile.

“Of course he goes to class. The teachers all praise this child for being smart. Unlike us, he doesn’t just wander around all day,” old Morton said proudly.

Li Xin grimaced, "What are they doing over there?"

A large group of people gathered together, some of them carrying food and drinks.

"Oh, old man Lu is telling stories over there. Oh, what's with this 'Tales of Utopia'? He's not doing his proper job."

Amidst the crowd, Old Fang's fortune-telling stall was still set up. Old Fang was speaking with great intonation and spittle flying everywhere, "Suddenly, there was a sound from the floor. Dantes was startled. The torment of the past few days had made his heart fragile and easily broken. At that moment, a hole appeared in the ground, and a head popped out..."

"Dear customers, that's all for today. If you have money, please support us financially; we'll give you your full support, even if it's just a small amount..."

Old Fang also has to keep up with the times; he has to make money, big or small. The audience, however, kept arguing, insisting that Old Fang tell them what came next and what new topic would emerge.

Although Herdan was wealthy, there were still many illiterate people, especially in St. George. Old Fang accidentally discovered a way to make money, but Li Xin thought that he should open a coffee stall or tea stall, or find someone to cooperate with, which would be more efficient than the current situation.

Old Fang was forced to tell another story before the crowd let him go. And let me tell you, Li Xin ate an extra bowl of food while listening to the story. Full and satisfied, he stopped by Kato's place and bought a cup of coffee. Kato also gave him a passion fruit, golden in color. Peeling it open revealed a soft white shell, inside which were clumps of tightly packed, bead-like fruit pulp. Looking at the grayish clumps, it resembled moldy popping boba in milk tea. Damn, could it be something unsellable?
He initially wanted to throw it away, but then he remembered that he had just given Cato a huge boost in publicity, and he had only rounded down the amount by zero, so it wouldn't poison him. Based on his confidence in his current physique, Li Xin tried taking a bite.

It looked like a lump, but it actually melted in your mouth. The grayish membrane had a fragrant aroma, and what was even more amazing was that the little beads inside burst open. It wasn't the cloying sweetness, but a refreshing and invigorating sweetness. The unique aroma went straight to the top of your head.

Damn it, this tastes so much better than dates! And they only brought it out now. Li Xin hadn't even taken a few steps before all he had left was the shell.

I was still not satisfied. I'll have to ask him to bring me one every time from now on. I took a sip of coffee and felt a sense of happiness, like I was back in the old days when I was a corporate slave. Tsk tsk, this little life is getting better and better.

Nothing happened. I'll go back and catch up on my manuscript. Someone like him, who still loves writing even after arriving in another world, is truly a role model in the writing world.

Li Xin's fingers flew across the typewriter. Actually, this thing was very uncomfortable to use, but compared to writing it out one character at a time, it was bearable.

During this period, the effects of "Utopia's Feud" truly exploded. For a while, everyone's attention was mainly on the Anthony incident. Even if people thought it was entertaining, it wouldn't have been the main topic of discussion. Now that the Anthony incident has come to an end, and even the hype surrounding the duel between Didia and Simmons is rapidly waning, the hype surrounding "Utopia's Feud" has only just begun.

Old Fang wasn't the first to try this. He had actually seen people talking about it while doing fortune telling and sensed a business opportunity. After all, his stall was often deserted, and he wanted to attract some attention. The results were better than he expected.

When Lao Fang realized it, discussions about Dantès's Utopia were already quite heated in many places. Although Heldon had various literary works, most of them were either praising this or that, or about love and romance. Dantès's Utopia, on the other hand, played the cards of secrecy and revenge right from the start, and it was very subtle. Every reader and listener was looking forward to Dantès's adventure. Good people are rewarded, and kind people will surely be blessed by the gods. This is a universal view that the vast majority of people agree with.

The first volume of The Utopia Chronicles, "Betrayal," and the second volume, "The Cardinal," have already raised expectations to the max, with people hotly debating whether Dantès will be able to escape that eerie castle prison.

Actually, the third volume, "The Treasure of the Ancient Gods," is where the real excitement begins. Treasures are always the most tempting, no matter where they are. Not only is there wealth here, but Li Xin has also added hidden powers to it, making it quite attractive in the Dao Yuan Continent. There are quite a few details that need to be adjusted. Coming to Dao Yuan, this is the only way to really make money. Of all the books I have, this one is the most suitable for Dao Yuan, especially since it's being serialized on Hexbird News, the biggest platform.

And Christy, it's all the best arrangement.

After a whole afternoon of work, the coffee was gone, and the water was gone too. He subconsciously touched his pants, but there was nothing there. He tidied up the manuscript. He had accumulated quite a bit of work for Volume 3. He would proofread it again later. He opened the window. Li liked his current room very much, especially this window. The view was excellent. Although it didn't face the hustle and bustle of the city, it was full of life, with tropical greenery everywhere.

Looking at the clear sky with a few white clouds drifting by, slowly taking shape, I sighed and found myself missing owls. I'm such a soft-hearted animal protector.

(Just to reiterate, none of the recent plot predictions have been accurate, or even close. To predict them correctly, you either need a cheat code or you're a prophet.)
(End of this chapter)