Sariel notified Uriel of the situation: "Uriel, is it a bit out of control in the Demon God Hall? Can you investigate?"
Uriel was indifferent: "These days I’ve been handling the trade route tasks at Black Dragon Fortress, plus a batch of ore from the warehouse being collected by Tears of Heaven might result in ore switching situations. So Gnolls and Fishn showing up isn’t much. If there’s a full-on siege later, having Gnolls ambush their village is quite handy, isn’t it?"
Sariel sighed: "I just see this group of Chinese players grinding experience early, it’s too uncomfortable."
Uriel laughed: "Feeling uncomfortable? Send down a decoy to get rid of them, no, I an her. I heard she’s China’s gaming influencer, must be fun."
Sariel was speechless: "If it were Chun, I’d act. Ordinary people aren’t worthy."
Uriel rembered sothing: "Sariel, since you’re here, how about flying to Iron Fla Village? I want to confirm if the young dragon missing from Black Dragon Fortress is there."
Sariel replied grumpily: "I’m constantly protecting my beloved rmaid!"
Uriel sighed: "Does a Guardian God even need your protection?"
Gabriel laughed: "Uriel, you can’t go without a red envelope!"
Uriel sighed: "Alright, let’s make everyone happy..."
The chat group buzzed with excitent.
Sariel laughed heartily: "I heard the Divine Team is advancing beyond their level at Iron Fla Village; it’s quite interesting to check out!"
While speaking, dropped a Divine Artifact, "Eye of Omniscience," to continue monitoring.
Uriel took advantage of the lively chat to showcase: "Everyone, take a look at my new craft learned at the Earth Fla Tribe—Crystal Stone Flower Curtain!"
Everyone exclaid in unison: "It’s beautiful! It’s a work of art!"
Uriel was very proud: "I’m bringing this piece back to the city soon, it will definitely spark a new trend in Lost Paradise."
...
North Port Fishing Village.
The Peeping Immortal Village Chief and his group safely returned to the shore.
The village chief was still shaken, Peeping took three ship captains over to discuss: "Chief, shall we talk in the council hall?"
Old Sea Urchin was impatient: "Talk about what? I’m not afraid of this guy!"
Peeping laughed: "Good you’re not afraid! If you were, it might not be good for negotiation."
So the group entered the council hall.
Peeping first clarified the situation: "Chief, how long have you known that Fishman?"
Old Sea Urchin said solemnly: "Since my grandfather’s ti. Back then our village was at the river’s mouth entering the sea, Fishn loved this territory the most, running back and forth between the freshwater and seawater. My grandfather was very strong, heavily wounded that Fishman, and drove off their tribe to build the village. Later, whenever the Fishman recovered enough, he attacked our village, but we repelled them all. When I inherited the chief’s position, the Guardian God of Black Iron City was also strong, so Fishn rarely ca around. The last ti I saw him was over a decade ago, it’s surprising how strange seeing him today is..."
A strong grandfather!?
Peeping quickly dug for more info: "So what did the Chief’s grandfather do in the past?"
The chief proudly said: "Don’t look down on now, my grandfather back then was a mber of Black Iron City’s Charge Corps! After retiring honorably, he was eligible to establish this village."
Peeping continued asking: "Then how was the Fishman killer Bone Spike made?"
Old Sea Urchin beca irritated: "What do you want to discuss?"
Peeping knew the secret topics wouldn’t co easily, so he moved on to the main issue: "aning this Fishman has at least a hundred-year lifespan, plus today’s phenonon, it’s god-ascended. I highly suspect its appearance near our village is to seek our village’s worship as a Guardian God—"
Mid-sentence, Old Sea Urchin spat: "This thing wants to be a Guardian God? I’d rather slaughter it and hang its fish head on—"
Old Sea Urchin suddenly changed tone: "Anyway, no way!"
Peeping instantly understood, the chief let slip that the thod of making Bone Spike probably involved hanging a Fishman’s head on a long pole.
Peeping started adding dramatic flair: "Chief, you know rfolk can be Guardian Gods of Silver City; the Church approved it, it’s a model case. Naturally, this Fishman desires to be a Guardian God too, why wouldn’t it act like this today, deliberately showing divine acts? So give a boat, I’ll personally go negotiate with that Fishman. If anything goes wrong, I’ll compensate the chief with a boat. If successful, our village will greatly prosper!"
The ship captains imdiately persuaded: "That’s right, Chief, let him try. Even if things go sideways, it’s on their guild’s head!"
Old Sea Urchin thought for a mont: "Makes so sense, go negotiate, but make no mistake, it’s begging , not begging it. If it wants to be Guardian God, it must agree to our conditions!"
Peeping was bewildered: "Chief, what are you thinking?"
Old Sea Urchin got angry: "Ask it what it’s thinking? Can Fishman and rfolk be the sa? So lousy fish wants to be Guardian God?"
Anyway, the old man sowhat agreed.
Peeping reluctantly accepted: "Then I’m setting off..."
...
Black Iron City.
Chun told Mary to explore the night market, but he was sorting his thoughts.
Then recalled Pumpkin Seller Shannon ntioned visiting him at night, so he decided to go find him. But surrounded by so many players, his every move was captured by them on video for views, which felt irritating.
Following the address on the business card, Chun arrived at the civilian community, which lay next to the slums but presented a stark contrast: the civilian community was orderly, while gangs road the slums.
Being the leader of a gang himself, Chun could guess that the civilian community’s apparent peace wasn’t as it seed.
Sure enough, a dozen people in top hats and suits appeared on the street, each with a gentleman’s cane, looking nothing like thugs at first glance.
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