Chapter 142 - Preparation Complete

Chapter 142: Chapter 136: Preparation CompleteWhile Lu Hong was still immersed in the large cauldron, Luo Bolun also paid a visit. It turned out that after returning to her garrison, Louis had prepared everything and was just waiting for the headquarters’ approval.

As Caesar had said, the headquarters of the War Wounds not only rejected Louis’s application but also sent someone to bring her back to the War Wounds headquarters, fearing that their vice-captain, whom they had invested so much effort in cultivating, might impulsively meet her end in the Yuanhua Plane.

Luo Bolun came over to apologize on behalf of Louis, of course, the words coming out of Luo Bolun’s mouth always seemed to taste different.

"Tugur, let me tell you, not killing you when I had the chance was my mistake. Be careful in the future, and don’t give me the opportunity!" Luo Bolun said venomously, "Of course, if you don’t want to die, stay away from my sister, and I may consider sparing you."

"Are you sure you can beat me?" Lu smiled slightly. Without the Luo family’s power, what could a Luo Bolun alone do to him?

"Humph, I will establish my own force in Shenyen," Luo Bolun said with great confidence; scheming was his forte.

"Well, I think you need to level up first, after all, being a Second Transition junior just doesn’t cast you in a favorable light." Luo Bolun, having emerged from the wilderness, naturally faced the suppression of the high-tier Shenyen Plane, his strength dropping from fourth level to second level. This was the disadvantage of a lower-tier continent compared to a higher-tier one, being suppressed before even reaching the level of the plane.

"Hmph!" Luo Bolun, ignoring Lu Hong’s teasing, turned and left the inn’s kitchen. He didn’t seem to realize if he was a little hungry, grabbing a piece of oily scallion pancake from a nearby table.

"Ah...." Lu Hong had intended to kindly remind him, but then thought better of it, figuring Luo Bolun probably wouldn’t listen to him anyway.

Indeed, only a thud was heard, and it wasn’t clear into which corner Luo Bolun had fallen or whether he had cracked his skull.

The sun had just passed mid-afternoon when Lu Hong, unable to contain his impatience, burst out of the cauldron, quickly wrapping a cloth around himself before rushing out of the kitchen.

At this moment, Old Hank was leisurely enjoying afternoon tea with Caesar in the inn’s main hall. Upon seeing Lu Hong appear, Old Hank said with a smile, "You finally recovered, huh? Not bad. The men are all assembled, ready to depart at any time."

"Then let’s go now!" Lu Hong then turned and asked Caesar, "Where’s Hegr?"

"He should be staying at another inn. He wouldn’t dare stay here," Caesar replied. "Come with me. Hank told me that with your current strength, staying alive in the Yuanhua war might be a bit of a stretch."

"What, are you going to teach me a few tricks?" A shiver of excitement ran through Lu Hong; Caesar was a millennium-old powerhouse and undoubtedly had many formidable skills.

"Heh." Caesar glanced at him and said, "Even if I wanted to teach you, could you learn?"

"Uhm...." Well, true, different professions have very few transferable skills.

"Since we’re leaving soon, I’ll go ahead and gather everyone at the potion shop’s entrance. I’ll wait for you there." Old Hank was tactful, aware that Caesar had something to pass on to Lu Hong, and took his leave without being told to go.

After he left, Caesar gravely said, "Hank is a slick one."

"I can see that." Lu Hong nodded in agreement.

Caesar gave him a sidelong glance, "He deliberately lost to you that day."

"I felt that too." The timing of Old Hank’s fainting was too convenient, right as Lu Hong was thrusting the final blow. It was definitely deliberate.

"He is also a person of hard fate; your sincerity moved him." Speaking of which, Caesar opened the entrance to the basement, leading Lu Hong down.

The two reached the end of the corridor, where Caesar took out a red gemstone and embedded it into a small hole in the massive stone door. The mechanism was activated, and a dazzling light burst from the crevices of the stone door, nearly blinding Lu Hong.

This was the power of Gold!

Lu Hong understood the meaning behind this light; he had seen it too often in games before. This was the undying glow that could only be emitted by Gold Big Shots.

"Ngh, take this." Caesar wasn’t as excited as Lu Hong; he walked into the treasury and casually rifled through it, tossing out a set of crimson armor.

"Is there anything else?" Lu Hong, while catching the armor, didn’t see it as particularly Gold-like. However, nothing in Caesar’s treasury could be considered junk.

"Anything else?" Caesar chuckled, "Even if I gave it to you, could you use it? With such a low level, I can’t even find something to save your life."

...Okay, it’s still because of the low level; otherwise, getting a few more treasures would have been an absolute win.

"Don’t think about such pointless things." Caesar cut off Lu Hong’s fanciful thoughts and pointed to the armor. "This I found over seven hundred years ago, while exploring an ancient relic. Upon my re

Qi Rong got annoyed with old Hank’s disdain and retorted, "You’re the weakling! Your whole family are weaklings! I am an Alchemist, a man who can whip up a Sixth-tier Magic Potion at will!"

"You’re an Alchemist?!" Now it was old Hank’s turn to be surprised. Generally, to reach the level of Alchemist Master, one had to be at least in their forties or fifties. To see such a young master like Qi Rong was unprecedented since Alchemy is considered a secondary profession, and without special needs and passion, few people delve deeply into it. While old Hank had a great interest in Alchemy, he was very poor at it. Now knowing that Qi Rong was an Alchemist Master, his eyes turned warm in an instant.

"Hahaha, turns out we’re family, all one family." Old Hank shamelessly forgot about beating Qi Rong just before and enthusiastically walked over, wrapping his arm around him, "We’re both into Alchemy, in the future let’s exchange ideas and feelings."

Qi Rong was a bit fearful of the old man; the beating from the Thunder warriors had come from this old man’s paralyzing slap, which left him utterly unable to move. Remembering that, Qi Rong felt old Hank was unfathomable and best not offended, so he humbly responded, "Okay... alright then."