"Rein and Swan, they wouldn't be easy to disguise, their body hair is too thick, and they're not human," Shadi said bluntly.

Rein was amused by the joke, as if he was not human himself—who was he kidding?

"Stinking foreigner, coming to our Western Continent begging for scraps. I'm from the highlands, and Swan is from Aisnor Province, an Old Aran," Rein retorted. In terms of territory, Shadi came from Summer Sunset Island. As a Dark Elf whose reputation was not much better than that of Beastmen and Sub-dragon people, he had some nerve.

Although Aisnor Province was also the territory of minority Tiger-men and Leopard Men, it was a true jewel of Aran compared to the Great Wetland that the Dark Emperor Sindra had generously dumped onto Aran. It had always been under Aran's jurisdiction, and in military selection, there were additional points awarded. That Leopard Man, Pyapan, had just won the monthly runner-up in the Imperial Arena without any military achievements, and he was already a Quasi General. That showed how significant the extra points were.

Both Rein and Shadi had tactical mean streaks.

Next, they went all out in a map-wide verbal barrage, exchanging one racist remark after another, with all sorts of implications—they couldn't have been uglier.

Celeste couldn't bear to listen anymore. Only low-life pirates would dare to sling such insults at each other. In any other tavern, if someone started spouting such things, blood would be shed for sure.

But it also proved that their relationship was strong because such words were no joke—they were highly offensive.

Ben, also a Dark Elf, wanted to murder someone when he heard what Rein was spouting, but he calmed down. He was already a traitor to the Guild; if they allowed thieves to infiltrate, he would definitely suffer the consequences.

He still hoped that Liszt would dominate the world, and assign him a virgin princess who was beautiful, had a sweet voice, was of noble station, knowledgeable, reasonable, had a stunning figure, and was extremely gentle.

A complete clown.

"There's some truth in what you say. Friends from the highlands or Aisnor Province, never mind the challenge of acquiring hair material, the heads' bone structures are different too. The disguise process is complicated. It's possible to pose for a day or two, but longer-term, even the most skilled person can't manage the body shape and movements, let alone the Netherworld Envoy. Even the Night Goddess herself would be the same," Ben reasoned.

Kai Deng raised his eyebrow. The Thieves Guild did have enterprise SLOGAN.

Her rank made her somewhat credible. The Night Goddess is everywhere, hidden in every shadow; did these thieves really not take any of that seriously?

"Who's next? Mika."

"Ha, nothing's wrong with Mika. That cheap perfume smell, definitely just left a brothel, a patron of prostitutes is not a bad person, just simple working folks."

"I don't pay for it."

"Neither do I."

"Chuan Che, you've definitely paid for it before. You adventurers talk so grandly, aren't you just hoodlums with nothing better to do?"

"No, actually, I've dated several girlfriends."

"Oh yeah? Saleret has definitely paid for it; you're like a ghost, no one would want to sleep with you."

"Never."

"Brother Sha must have paid for it at least."

"Does helping a female adventurer level up count? Didn't get paid, it was free."

"Ah, this..."

Ben looked foolish again. He could pay for it, but still couldn't match Mika, who was aiming for a billion kills, while others played with platinum trophies, the complete guide, connecting to the Immortal through links, standing alone atop the river of time, looking back at countless women, in the company of the divine path.

He was simply unable to control his lust.

"Time is very precious," Celeste reminded them. There was no sign of the Seventh Amendment, and she had to urge these people to penetrate deeper inland quickly. Pirates are apparently the most disciplined of all the Triad Gang professions, although still far from military standards.

"Verifying Mika… is just too easy. I say time, you say event," Shadi believed that Mika couldn't be faked.

In recent years, although Mika had become more restrained, back when Black Sail was just starting to make money, with an average monthly income of more than ten Golden Dragons, Mika boasted every day about how awesome he was, how beautiful the chick he scored was, even with detailed accounts—everyone's ears grew calluses from his stories.

"Fuck, ask me, I might not even remember," because Mika had too many experiences.

"The year 2687, April the twelfth."

"Hmm, let me think... The Three Sisters Death Rally," Mika answered.

"What the hell is the 'Three Sisters Death Rally,' asshole!"

Celeste had seen low-class crowds and those fond of soliciting prostitutes, but who the fuck names a prostitute soliciting event?

Mika paused for a moment, then also began to boast, "Back then I found a girl, and I asked her if she had any good sisters that she could call over, so the three of us could be together. She said yes, but that she had two good sisters, both of whom she could call over. So I asked about the price, you know, I'm a high roller, the usual rate for them is five silver coins a time, quite upscale. She said both sisters could come, and the price would be fifteen silver coins. I asked if fifteen silver coins was just for a single shot, and if a bonus shot was included, but she said no, and told me the experience would be unlike any other. But I felt like it was a fucking rip-off, I might as well go one after another, you know what I mean, and I really did it, three times in a row, enjoyed the sisterhood."

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Mika got more excited as he spoke, "There's no blood relation, they were sisters sworn in on the streets, the youngest had youth on her side, slender and well-proportioned. The second sister was average in build, but had the most explosive looks. As for the eldest, let's just say, even though she's relatively older, probably in her thirties, she was just... seductive, soft as tender shoots, with skin like curdled cream. It might sound strange to say, but she spoke softly, exceedingly virtuous, giving one the experience of a blissful marriage."

Ben swallowed hard, who the hell could withstand that, just listening made his, fists, hard.

Damn! So jealous!

The atmosphere on the Salsa stage was exceedingly weird, the scenes Mika described were too erotically explosive.

"God damn... a blissful marriage."

Kai Deng was struggling to maintain his composure, "Be serious, asshole."

"What a... 'Three Sisters Death Rally.'"

Chuan Che clicked his tongue in amazement; he was so tempted by the story, he wanted to go with Mr. Mai and see the world for himself.

"Alright, this is definitely true."

Rein agreed; he had heard this damn story at least ten times.

Shadi still had to do some backtracking.

"Time Stealing, time."

"2688 year, July, I think, I was quite strapped for cash then, Ox hadn't even boarded the ship."

Mika replied.

"What the hell is 'Time Stealing'!"

Celeste's values were thoroughly shaken today, even though she was an experienced intelligence agent. Surely a sign of Heaven Port, truly a place of extraordinary people.

"For the female compatriots, it's better you don't know, alright, Mika is real."

Shadi made the judgment.

So jealous! The squandered Marilyn, she became a War Goddess of the Undead. Prostitution! Thrilling!

Ben was thoroughly impressed; these stories were too sensational.

"Not just the good stuff, but some very terrifying ones too, cursed grudges, zombies out of their cages, Elm Street."

Mika recalled some less pleasant experiences.

The suspicions of many key members had already been ruled out.

Haywood couldn't afford to keep wasting time with Kai Deng anymore.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

He slammed the table three times.

As everyone knew, Haywood was an honest man, such an action was extremely out of character for him, and the room fell silent.

"Saleret, Chuan Che, Brother Sha, please pay attention, all those who are not key members or part of management, out you go, I am one hundred percent certain now of who the thief is, and that they are lurking among us."

Haywood spoke decisively.

The atmosphere instantly became tense and charged with menace.

Kai Deng sneered internally; this farce of the lunatics had given her plenty of time to think.

She already knew.

How to deal with what was coming.

First, chop this unaware demon into pieces.

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