The cargo transported by the Eternal Sect had long attracted the attention of the border checkpoint and was reported to the Military Department.

However, the military intelligence was limited and did not know it was being sent to the site of the Continent Martial Arts Competition.

To avoid arousing suspicion, a transfer was required, repacking the casket containing the dragon corpse with gift wrapping, switching to a different convoy, before transporting it to the competition site.

Originally, it should have arrived, but this delay was significant; however, it could still reach the site before the end of the cultural performance.

Due to the need for secrecy, attention should be minimized.

After the transfer at a hotel under the name of the Eternal Sect, the grand Holy Knight Order only left behind Qiande and two squires, along with Mika heading to the arena.

In the hotel suite's dressing room.

The previous wearing of armor was to prepare for special circumstances, to deal with intercepted military members, and this phase was concluding. Now, with the need for secret transportation, the armor was too conspicuous.

High-ranking knights usually have someone assist with putting on and removing armor.

After taking off the armor, Qiande was wearing casual clothes inside, with a shirt buttoned to the top, high-waisted straight trousers, and a pair of tactical boots.

She hung up her sword for emergencies, with an aura of authority in her eyes.

"What's the matter? Time waits for no one."

Seeing Mika hesitating to change clothes, Qiande was somewhat puzzled, "If you're not going, then wait here. I must hurry and leave."

Under the dragon face helmet, Mika's expression was unclear.

Unexpectedly… a very meticulous plan was encountering a glitch here.

Wait! It's not a glitch!

Retreat intact!

Now could slip away directly, retreat intact, the fourteenth competition champion, Holy Knight Order leader Qiande, she's unaware of being kept in the dark.

The Zote casket had already been wrapped in a layer of luxurious silk bearing the Dragon Lord's Emblem, sealed with a gilded ribbon, the gift box was packed and wouldn't be opened before being unsealed.

She could complete the Rashomon of East Coast Idea King Shadi, with coverage in Lostra's newspaper, becoming universally known, while Zote's remains would be displayed for everyone to see.

This person held extraordinary significance for Aran, once second-in-command of a violent institution wielding real power in Old Aran.

Mika recalled an idiotic group photo in Mulong, knowing that he too would end up on the newspaper.

If he didn't slip away now and was seen, he would be apprehended as an active lawbreaker!

Stall for time first.

"Alright, important matters come first. Just for the upcoming meeting, I want… to prepare a bit."

Mika responded.

Qiande: "???"

As a competition champion, the epitome of femininity, she didn't know what Mika was up to. In Qiande's world, there is only strength storytelling, not emotional storytelling.

Unexpected that the adjutant who survived the fierce dragon-slaying battle would be so concerned about this matter, yet it also makes sense; it's understandable given that he's at the pinnacle among musicians, the ultimate socialite, wanting to spend some time on outfits.

"Alright, I'll fully take over this matter. After the performance, he should be waiting in the dressing room for you."

Time was pressing, Qiande immediately called for the squires to act, the next move was to transport the items to the competition site.

Every competition champion.

On Stargazing Festival day, they are the most celebrated individuals worldwide.

They can command the Emperor like a genie, the Pope must be at their beck and call like a genie too.

A freshly slain dragon, although a corpse is unlucky, connoisseurs know it's the rarest magical material in existence, worth incomparably more than a full box of Red Crystal.

It's an extremely luxurious gift.

But the main purpose was to mock the Emperor, to embarrass him in front of everyone, slap him in the face, and give him a bitter pill to swallow,

Qiande briskly left the dressing room.

Leaving Mika alone.

Finally took off the hood and dragon face mask, which connected to the Annihilation Domain's Dark Magic Rune, with a line cutting down through his eye, dividing part of his face. These strange runes were alive, still wriggling on their own.

Mika slumped into a chair, looking weary, exhaling a deep breath.

His mission was over, a complete conclusion, leaving now was entirely possible in time, especially since he had Fen's bone flute, which provided instructions for its use.

By the time the casket was opened, he would already be far away from the Imperial City.

However…

The meeting with Qili wasn't unilateral wishful thinking, it was indeed prearranged. She knew an Eternal Sect's Priest was coming to see her tonight.

This wasn't a crazy fan's forced entry, it was an equal conversation, using the Church's influence, it was more like… summoning her.

This is the Dragon Lord's gift, a strict date by definition.

As Morison said, the dregs of the world's bottom get nothing, whatever they enjoy is merely using redemption tickets from Hell in advance.

This time… going truly meant death.

Black Sail's founding shareholder, with wealth beyond measure, to true superiors, beauties are only required at the dining table.

"Truly unambitious..."

Mika didn't consider himself that type.

He wasn't sure whether it was sexual tension or indulgence in this false intimacy.

Everyone wants to deny the real world, through the finely decorated veneer of all politicians and strategists, revealing a real existing Hell.

From Marcus, knowing that Liszt was a Cosmic Person, those foolish sketches weren't Far East's magical tales but absurd Arabian Nights.

Everyone wants to deny the real world, just like the bestselling novels of Western Continent's rangers; it's all about traversing into a damn different world, disregarding royal power and national affairs, Liszt must be greatly disappointed, with hell arriving in quick succession.

Everyone is driven by some force to step into hell, a force typically not from within themselves but emanating from others and the environment, leaving no room for refusal.

However…

For those propelled by themselves, the hell they see varies, these people see something at hell's end.

Mika stood up, took off the Church cloak, wearing plain clothes, and grabbed a wide-brimmed hat from the dressing room's rack for disguise, leaving behind the adjutant's identity card for entry.

At the end of hell, it could be hope, or it could be the most ruthless hell.

Only those who keep moving forward know.

Mika didn't groom himself at all; for him, this wasn't a date but a battle straight faced with the abyss of desire.

Above the heavens, reincarnation cannot overturn.

Time like a knife cuts the proud, sigh the allure on the path to immortality.

White bones stacked into a path to the heavens, beauties' radiance faded, leaving empty nights.

No regrets for black hair turning white snow, a thought burns all the beauty's waist.

The way to immortality is indeed the gate to hell, where is the pure land to escape worldly disturbance.

"I am the Immortal Emperor! To suppress all enemies in the world!"

Mika's aura was no longer concealed.

Shake the heavens and illuminate the ages, even if the group photo demands countless retakes, Mika remains invincible in the world.

Mid-September Stargazing Festival.

The roads of Aran Imperial City were somewhat congested, Mika pulled down his brim, hailing a Land Bird taxi.

"Where to, buddy?"

"Imperial Arena."

"You'd better find someone else, it's too congested there, can't make it."

"Ten Golden Dragons."

"Don't mess with me."

The sound of a jingling purse.

Ten gold coins landed on the driver's lap.

"No, buddy, are you sure?"

"I'm absolutely sure, I'm living my finest night now."

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