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Chapter 48 Emilia's Confession

277 Blackstone Street.

Blackrock Street is a gathering place for low-level adventurers. It is a chaotic place, covered in mold, a mixed bag of people, and has no law and order.

Thin wooden walls offer virtually no sound insulation.

The creaking and groaning of the rocking bed never stopped; the lady next door was doing quite well.

Nepha sat in the chair with one leg missing, looking at the coins on the table.

Less than 2 gold dragon coins.

After arriving in Blackscale City, Nefarian helped more than thirty adventurers obtain essences, making a name for himself and earning a considerable income.

He just often helped others.

After going back and forth, all I had was this little bit of savings.

"Um?"

Nefa keenly sensed something and abruptly raised his hand to cover the coins.

Turning my head, I saw—

Sieg stood at the window, looking around his residence: "Nefair, you live here?"

Nephalem moved his hand away: "My king, what brings you here?"

"Just came to see you. How are you feeling?"

"Great! I can say that I haven't been in this good condition since my serious injury a year ago."

The creaking sound disappeared.

Nepha looked out the window.

The movements of the pedestrians outside the window seemed frozen, yet not completely frozen. If you stared at them, you could see they were still walking, just extremely slowly.

He quickly came to a conclusion: "Consciousness communication? Your Majesty, are we in the realm of consciousness?"

"So perceptive?"

Sieg glanced at Nefa.

He sat down on the edge of the bed, touching the thick, rough, unprocessed wool blanket, and said, "If others knew that my chief mage lived in a place like this, what face would I have left? Listen to Nefarian, find us a house, at least one of the standard of a normal citizen."

Where did the money come from?

Nefarian was truly helpless.

After a moment's consideration, he decided to explain the current situation: "My lord, after returning yesterday, I tried to contact a few leaders of the Remnant Blade Society. The replies were quite bad; it seems that getting the ship and the people you requested will be very difficult at the moment."

"...The Remnant Blade Society, is it really that weak?"

Sieg was speechless.

Is his request too unreasonable?

Blackscale City is a port city with a thriving maritime trade, with hundreds of large ships coming and going every day.

Blackscale City is a city for "novice fire palace adventurers". It has a huge fire-stealing center where you can enter twenty-six different first-tier fire palaces, twelve second-tier fire palaces, and three third-tier fire palaces.

In a place like this, is it difficult to build a ship that can go out to sea and recruit a dozen or so reliable Tier 1 adventurers?

If you can't figure it out, then yes.

Sieg asked, "If your Remnant Blade Society can't even do this, then you might as well disband! What's the point of continuing like this?"

Nephallus laughed: "My king, this is my problem."

"Your question?"

"Yes. My strength has plummeted, and my influence is far less than before. In the Remnant Blade Society, I'm just a minor figure."

Nefa was somewhat helpless.

He added, "If I reveal your name, it wouldn't be a problem to assemble a fleet and recruit a dozen or so Tier 3 thugs! The problem is, I can't expose your existence."

Sieg nodded upon hearing this.

As a human, he could no longer become a demon king.

Unless they can take down the Abyss Council.

Kill the true master of the scorched earth—the Seventy-Two Pillar Demon Kings—or don't even think about it.

Moreover, Sieg specifically instructed that he had no intention of restoring the glory.

In this situation, Nefa can only rely on his own influence.

What appeal does a frail old man like him have?

It's only natural that things can't be accomplished.

"So, in that case, we can only achieve our goal by spending money," Sieg asked. "How much do you expect it to cost?"

Nephallus raised his palm, spreading his five fingers: "I'll name a number, fifty gold dragon coins."

Fifty gold dragon coins are equivalent to approximately 750,000 RMB.

That might not be enough.

Renting a ship that can go out to sea, along with crew and some Tier 1 thugs, fifty gold dragon coins are barely enough.

Sieg said, "I'll have to swallow my pride and borrow that amount from Grapefruit."

"That's already a very low estimate... Your Majesty, I think one hundred gold dragon coins would be a more prudent choice."

Life is tough, Nefa sighed.

Just then, a voice rang in Sig's mind:

"Savior, I need to verify the cards."

It is Emilia.

Pale flames gathered before my eyes.

"I understand the situation. I'll figure out how to handle the money. Someone contacted me; I'll go check it out."

Sieg swept his five fingers across the surface, donned the Mist Robe, and, under Nefarian's suspicious gaze, touched the flames before entering the Realm of Wonders.

The next moment.

The creaking sound started again, and Nefa felt the air moving.

The pedestrians outside the window started to move around.

……

……

A match was struck to light the kerosene lamp.

Sieg looked up at the shadows ahead.

There stood a graceful figure, and Sieg immediately noticed the smile on her lips, bright and sweet, with an obvious sense of submission and humility.

She lowered her head and cried out, "Savior!"

"sit."

Sigurd gestured.

Emilia slowly walked to the round table, raised her hand to press her skirt, and sat down gracefully.

What a tragic fate.

Sieg was penniless and destitute at the time. In order to escape his predicament and get back on track as soon as possible, he asked Emilia to "observe and test" him.

After all, Emilia was wealthy at first glance.

Sieg carried heavy loads at the docks for a month. When had he ever suffered like that?

It's all messed up. I finally have a chance to turn things around, and I can't let it slip away.

Who could have imagined this?

After the storm comes the rainbow; Seager has a solid foundation and is indeed capable.

He grabbed Xiyou's ankle and took off from the spot, no longer needing Emilia's help.

To put it bluntly...

The beautiful girl in front of me, whose eyes are full of longing, is a liability.

She hasn't even had a chance to be effective before she's already at the point where she needs to be optimized.

If Emilia knew what Sieg was thinking, she would probably be very sad.

Look at her.

She had changed her clothes and had just taken a shower; her golden hair was extremely fluffy, and Sieg could smell the fragrance of her shampoo.

She previously appeared at the Cat Team headquarters with bright makeup.

However, at this moment...

The jet-black eyeliner had disappeared, and the blood-red lip gloss had been wiped away.

She changed to light makeup, but it was clearly more refined than her previous heavy makeup.

She prepared very carefully before meeting Sieg.

Sieg said, "Emira, you acted faster than I expected. You made contact with me in such a short time; you did a great job."

"what……"

Before Emilia could even begin her report, the Lord of the Fire Palace revealed everything.

He truly is a savior, extraordinary and otherworldly.

Emilia said very seriously, "Savior, I have decided to join Sig's 'Cat Team' to fulfill my promise to you and to observe and test Mr. Sig."

Sieg remained silent.

He could feel Emilia's sincerity; he had already fallen for her.

Her expression, her tone of voice, her mannerisms.

Every detail she presented to Sieg revealed her heartfelt gratitude and devotion. She truly took Sieg seriously and believed in him wholeheartedly.

Continuing to let her "test" herself is certainly an option.

But as mentioned before, that was a pointless endeavor.

Emilia's burning dedication is like a torch stuck in a deserted corner.

It shines in vain, wasting one's lifespan.

The more seriously she takes it, the more she resembles a clown.

Sieg didn't want those who admired him to waste their lives on something meaningless; that would be despicable.