“Mr. Destiny, please rest assured.”

“Our bartenders have signed a soul contract with the tavern founder. We will not leak any information about the tavern’s shareholders, not even hints.”

“Also, as a tavern shareholder, killing the manager of the Illusionary Night’s Dream tavern will result in being hunted down by the tavern founder.”

Anna said the above words with a smile.

Mr. Destiny, this guy is even more excessive than the rumors say…

Hearing Anna’s smiling words, Loren’s face froze awkwardly for a moment.

“Miss Anna, was I that obvious?” Loren asked with a sincere expression.

Was my intention really guessed? No, I don’t want to become that easily predictable salted fish…

In response to Loren’s confusion, Anna raised her hand, lightly covering the smile at the corner of her mouth.

“Mr. Destiny, forgive me for being blunt.”

“Anyone who has heard even a little about your past experiences can understand what that look in your eyes meant…”

Perverted guy! I can’t believe I actually guessed right! You really did want to silence me!!!

After hearing Anna’s explanation, Loren nodded slightly, accepting this reasoning.

He silently picked up the wine glass in front of him and pretended to drink bitterly.

Is this the price of fame? How sad…

“Master, I don’t see even a hint of sadness in your heart at all!!”

Raven’s snarky comment was as precise and deadly as ever!

“Shut up, stupid bird.”

“Please be quiet. I’m currently mourning my reputation…”

Another cold laugh echoed in his mind.

“Hah!”

“Oh, my dear master!”

“Then you might be mourning a bit too late…”

Loren: “…”

Can’t this guy ever say something nice…

Raven, I have to say, I often miss the days when you couldn’t speak…

Just as Loren was thinking about how to counter Raven’s sharp tongue, the sudden sound of the tavern door opening interrupted his thoughts.

Loren turned to look…

Seena and the other two, following the parrot on their shoulders, arrived at this “Illusionary Night’s Dream” tavern.

As the team leader, Cook P. Jones wisely designated this tavern as his team’s extraction point…

All three of them looked somewhat disheveled.

Seena, the Ninth Tier Mage, and Tannas, the Ninth Tier Priest, both had obvious scorch marks on their robes.

Even parts of their hair were singed.

As for Hankley, the Ninth Tier Ranger, he returned shirtless…

His bare upper body also bore some dark bruises.

It’s worth noting that Hankley’s head was now completely devoid of hair…

Clearly, the trio’s heist journey last night did not go as smoothly as imagined.

After entering, all three cautiously glanced at Anna behind the bar counter.

Only after confirming the tavern was safe did they walk together towards Cook P. Jones and Loren’s location.

Seeing the three return, Cook P. Jones also withdrew his consciousness from the “Illusion Dream Ring.”

He stood up, smiling as he welcomed the somewhat disheveled trio.

“My partners, it seems you had a very… fulfilling night.”

Hearing Cook P. Jones’s welcome, the corners of Seena and the others’ eyes twitched uncontrollably.

All three tacitly chose not to respond to Cook P. Jones’s words, walking over with dark expressions to sit on the chairs in front of the bar.

“Get me a drink!” Seena said coldly to Anna behind the bar.

“Two,” the bald Hankley added.

“Excuse me, Madam, please give us three drinks, the strong kind!”

Tannas first offered an apologetic smile to Anna behind the bar, then stated their exact request.

“Of course, please wait a moment, you three.” Anna nodded with a smile.

Faced with Seena’s rudeness, Anna didn’t mind. Instead, her heart was filled with curiosity.

Why do these three look like they were tricked? Did something unexpected happen during last night’s heist on the old aristocracy?

As the tavern’s bartender, the intelligence Anna possessed was no less than what the head of the Jadeite Main City Security Bureau had…

Therefore, she naturally knew that these three somewhat disheveled Ninth Tier Superhumans were the ones who attacked the Old Nobility District last night.

But she was curious: based on their tiers, last night’s attack should have been easy…

How did they end up so battered?

Could it be that the old aristocratic group, suppressed by multiple forces, has risen again?

Nearby, Loren and Cook P. Jones were also somewhat surprised upon seeing the trio’s expressions.

Does the old aristocratic group in the Jadeite Star Domain really have hidden powerful individuals?

Cook P. Jones adjusted his expression, his face becoming slightly more serious. He asked Tannas, whose expression was less grim:

“Were there any complications with last night’s operation? Tannas.”

Hearing Cook P. Jones’s question, Tannas, slumped in the chair in front of the bar, nodded somewhat heavily.

“We encountered a fire-element Legendary Psychic when we were preparing to leave after robbing the old aristocrats. And it was that troublesome kind who has also deeply studied fire magic…”

At this moment.

Seena, who had looked displeased since entering the tavern, took over Tannas’s words proactively, saying somewhat angrily:

“We went through hell to finally take him down, the three of us!”

“Hankley almost died. Luckily Tannas’s healing spells are strong enough, otherwise we two would have been bringing back his corpse!”

And Hankley, who was mentioned by Seena, was no longer silent. He turned his head slightly, looking at Cook P. Jones, his tone full of resentment:

“Boss Cook, I must tell you, you really have no talent for crime!”

“All the key intel was wrong, the action plan was slapdash, and you even managed to recruit someone from the Security Bureau!”

“Seriously, after returning to the Beastkin Star Domain, find yourself a forest and retire peacefully…”

“Stop ruining other people’s lives!”

“This line of work really isn’t for you!!”

“Listen to me, it’s not too late for you to take the straight and narrow path now. Stop straying down the wrong one…”

The small tavern continuously echoed with Hankley’s resentful accusations.

Even this usually taciturn Ninth Tier Ranger began sarcastically mocking Cook P. Jones with sharp words.

One can imagine how much psychological trauma last night’s events inflicted on him.

After hearing the trio’s explanation, Cook P. Jones’s facial expression darkened repeatedly, and he seemed on the verge of refuting several times…

But in the end, he just let out a deep sigh and said apologetically:

“I’m sorry, it’s my fault for not gathering this crucial intelligence…”

At this moment!

Anna, who had been quietly listening behind the bar, unusually took the initiative to ask:

“What did that fire-element Legendary powerhouse look like?”

The three who had robbed the old aristocrats, upon hearing Anna’s question, began describing various characteristics of last night’s Legendary powerhouse.

After listening to the trio’s description of that Legendary Psychic, Anna nodded silently, falling into some kind of contemplation.

After a while.

Only then did she, under everyone’s strange gazes, look up thoughtfully and say:

“Based on the descriptions you three just gave…”

“The other party is not a Legendary from the old aristocratic group, but a Legendary powerhouse from the Justice Party—Lee Costner Hanlang.”

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