"It's been a long time, Miss Lia."
Lia certainly remembered the young lady of the Cassidra Merchant Guild, especially her signature long legs.
Most importantly, Lia knew about the relationship between Riboot and the Cassidra Merchant Guild.
Therefore, her tone was somewhat cold:
"What are you doing here?"
She had no liking for Zola in front of her.
Or rather, she didn't have much affection for the entire Cassidra Chamber of Commerce.
Zola remained bowed, not straightening up, and respectfully replied:
"Please rest assured, Miss Lia."
"We had absolutely no idea of the Raiser family's existence before we partnered with Mr. Victor."
"There is no connection whatsoever with Lipoort."
Upon hearing this, Lia crossed her arms and managed a weak, cold smile.
"Ha, so eager to distance yourself now?"
"What's the point of saying all this now?"
Zola then slowly straightened up, his expression somewhat serious, and said:
“I know that no amount of compensation can make up for Mr. Victor’s disappearance.”
Hearing this, Lia's face remained indifferent, her eyes fixed coldly on Zola.
But the next moment, Zola's words made Lia's eyes widen slightly:
"But... when I asked Mr. Victor for help."
“Mr. Victor once told me about his possible destination after capturing Hermes.”
...
Crimson pillars rose slowly from the shimmering golden floor of the hall, supporting a vast and winding palace surrounded by ghosts drawn by curiosity.
The enormous writing desk was placed awkwardly in the center of the hall, piled high with various papers awaiting approval.
On both sides of the main hall, long curtains made of red silk were drawn.
They drooped on the earth, like long, blood-red rivers.
Behind countless piles of papyrus, a colossal giant lay sprawled on a writing desk, writing furiously.
The giant had a beard as wide as a wool cloak, and his skin was not like that of a normal human, but a bluish color mixed with clay.
The giant slowly put down his pen, raised his head, and hidden behind his thick eyebrows were a pair of incredibly majestic and fierce red eyes.
A large group of ghosts came one by one in front of the writing desk, awaiting Hades' judgment.
"How did you die? Oh, you were run over by a carriage. Go and get reincarnated."
"How did you die? Were you beaten to death? Hahaha, how pathetic."
"How did you die? Did you kill someone? You just beat that person to death? Hmm... You are a heinous criminal. Go and receive your punishment."
...
After judging wave after wave of ghosts, Hades leaned back gently in his enormous chair and sighed deeply.
"Ugh... this is so annoying."
Even though the gates of hell have been sealed for a long time, so many lonely souls still wander around every day.
As the ruler of the underworld, he had no choice but to deal with these ghosts personally.
After doing all this, he placed one arm on the writing desk.
He propped his face up with one finger, tapping the table in deep thought.
It's all that human's fault for opening the gates of hell once again.
Otherwise, why would his workload have become so heavy?
What angered him even more was that the human had stolen his dog.
Thinking of this, Hades' eyebrows were almost standing upright from the angry air currents, and he angrily slammed his fist on the sturdy writing desk.
A loud bang made a little ghost who happened to be passing by tremble all over.
It stood there, trembling and stunned, at a loss for what to do.
Hades rubbed his temples, squinted, and muttered wearily:
"Wasn't it over? Why is there another one?"
"Oh well, never mind."
He sighed softly, opened his dusty notebook again, and prepared to write something down:
"Tell me, how did you die?"
"Boss... I didn't come here to be reincarnated."
The little ghost responded tremblingly, its voice as fragile and uneasy as a leaf trembling in a breeze.
"Oh, it's you. There have been so many ghosts appearing lately, I almost forgot about you."
Hades relaxed his brow, flipped his hand, and closed the little notebook again.
He knew that these little ghosts were scavengers from the underworld.
They often collect items that have fallen from the human world into the underworld and then send them to Tartarus, the lowest level of the underworld.
So Hades propped his chin on his hand, looked at it, sighed deeply, and asked in a heavy voice:
"Tell me, what did you find this time?"
Those who come directly to him have obviously found something extraordinary.
Sure enough, the little ghost turned around and started taking out his backpack.
It scattered all sorts of odds and ends all over the floor, but Hades didn't bother to criticize it and just watched quietly.
Then, the little ghost used all her strength to pull a black trench coat out of her backpack:
"Boss... take a look at this."
The little ghost used all its strength, and its ethereal features almost moved to the top of its head.
He held up the long trench coat in his hand, which could cover his entire body, and handed it to Hades.
Hades looked at the trench coat the little ghost had taken out; the coat appeared particularly somber under the dim light of the underworld.
He stared at it, lost in thought for a moment.
Hmm... I feel like I've seen this somewhere before.
Suddenly, as if realizing something, his bloodshot eyes widened.
He stood up from the chair.
"What!?"
His voice echoed in the stillness of the underworld, vibrating every inch of the cold air.
"Damn dog thieves!!!"
"How dare you come back?!"
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