Leslie wrote: "His Majesty Fisheranki is a close friend of the warden of the 'Floating Prison Island.'"

Li Aili immediately blew the bird whistle, summoning the 'messenger bird', and promptly wrote a letter to her dear brother-in-law.

Dear brother-in-law!

I heard you know the warden of the 'Floating Prison Island'. I happen to have an urgent matter to ask you for help!

Can you think of a way to get that important person to pass by the Ashes Tavern on the continent of Sedar?

Thank you so much!

Your sister,

Li Aili.

After feeding the 'messenger bird' a magic stone, the blue messenger bird darted into the sky.

Charles couldn't hold back any longer and wrote on the ground: "Assange is injured, Leslie, shouldn't you say something?"

Tankar the Elf Priest Leslie calmly glanced at his mud-covered assassin teammate, then swiftly wrote a line of text on the ground:

[Consultation costs 100 gold coins, treatment costs 500 gold coins, cure costs 400 gold coins, and a package deal costs 800 gold coins. Which service does he want?]

Li Aili's pupils dilated in shock.

Do you charge for in-team healing services offered by your priests?

Seeing her expression, Wendy wrote with a sigh: "So, generally speaking, we're not too afraid to get hurt... But there's a silver lining to this: our strength is inexplicably increasing."

Li Aili: "..." This sounds even more heartbreaking!

Then look at Charles, this guy who keeps bubbling with 'wisdom' from his head.

[You cannot select 'consultation'.]

[That time I chose a consultation, he glanced at my injury, and told me I'd been stabbed... and that was it. If I asked him again, he wanted to charge me again!]

【You also cannot select 'treatment'】

I was stabbed twice that time... He healed one of the wounds, and when I asked him why he didn't treat the other one, he said that was at a new price.

Li Aili: "..."

"Cure" seems like a safer bet... but if I need a follow-up appointment, I'll probably have to pay again.

Well, just to be on the safe side, let's give Assange the 'full package'.

Li Aili: "…………"

With such a rapid pace of wealth accumulation, and before she's even bought a house, shouldn't she sigh in amazement?

As expected of you, brother-in-law!

...

Falio Macaron is the warden of "Sky Prison".

He is a member of the 'Magicians' Council,' composed of 16 great magic saints of the present day.

Yes, he was a close friend of the Elf King Tankar.

A beautiful, sunny day.

Falio Macaron is in his office, enjoying 'Cloud Tea' grown by the Cloud Giant.

'Chirp chirp chirp~' A messenger bird flew in through the window, its distinctive green leaf markings indicating that it came from Falio Macaron's friend, Tankar Elf King Fisheranki.

My dear friend Falio,

I recently acquired some dragon materials. If you are interested, feel free to come to Tankar to discuss them.

Oh, by the way, if it's on my way, I'm kind of missing Sedar's 'twilight wine'.

If it's on your way, could you bring me some?

I hope you are doing well.

Your best friend,

Fisher-Nankey.

Upon seeing 'Dragon Materials', Falio Macaron's eyes lit up, and he immediately picked up his quill to reply.

My dearest friend Fisher-Nankey,

I'm coming right now! No trouble at all! I'm just bringing some wine! Wait for me!

Thank you for your concern!

May the Elf God protect Tankar.

Your closest friend,

Falio Macaron.

Falio was so excited that he didn't even bother to put the quill back in its place. He pressed the button on the magic megaphone on his desk, "Prepare the Pegasus carriage! I'm going to Sedar!"

A magical carriage drawn by twelve heavenly horses departed from the floating island of 'Sky Prison' and sped eastward toward Sedar.

In just half a day, the magical carriage crossed a continent and arrived above Sedar.

'Twilight wine' is a specialty of Sedar.

Using the arcane navigation tools newly developed by the arcane sorcerers, Falio found a dilapidated tavern called 'Ash Tavern'.

Twelve magnificent white winged horses circled down and finally stopped in front of a dilapidated tavern with a sign that read 'Cremation Tavern'.

Falio hurriedly stepped off the carriage and frowned as he saw the tavern sign.

"Damn it, I've been scammed again by those arcanists who just keep swindling research funding!"

"The navigation clearly said 'Ash Tavern,' but how did it become 'Cremation Tavern' when we got here? What kind of weird name is this?"

But it was too late.

Based on my understanding of my old friend's personality.

If he's even a minute late, Fisheranki would probably organize an auction for him...

Ahhh!

His money was just stolen by those arcane scammers! His wallet can't withstand an auction!!

Anyway, Tankar's wine is all made with sand and water, so his old friend probably couldn't tell which family's sand was mixed into the twilight wine.

Thinking this, Fali's face turned slightly green as he rushed into the crematorium—no, the crematorium liquor factory.

As soon as he pushed the door open, Falio sensed something was wrong.

He knew exactly what kind of place Sedar was.

This is either a wanted criminal or a highly wanted criminal.

Drinking in broad daylight can escalate into a brawl.

Something's definitely wrong with this quiet tavern.

Upon entering, Falio saw more than a dozen bird demons sitting in the tavern.

News of Sedar's 'Harpy Calamity' had already reached the floating island.

But as a powerful and arrogant magician, Falio never took these lowly, scruffy creatures of the gutter seriously.

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