Chapter 732 731. Infinite Money Scheme

Chapter 732 731. Infinite Money Scheme

Sylvester stared at the juicy, tender-looking fried piece of meat in his hand. It looked like a leg piece of a chicken, but three times bigger. Even the texture of the fried batter coating looked similar to normal, except for the different colors. "Bring me a menu," Sylvester demanded. "No, bring me one item of each dish from the menu." "What?!" Dalgan almost cursed there. "But... I don't have that much money." Updated from novelb(i)n.c(o)m

"Don't they accept gold?" "No, only paper currency is used that's regulated by the Imperial Bank. Gold was demonetized even before I was born." Dalgan explained and placed the money he had left with on the table. "This is the currency. I only have a few. It comes in five, twenty, hundred, and a thousand denominations."

"How much did this meal cost?" "Fifteen." Sylvester hummed and picked the hundred. He looked at it carefully from each side, careful about any special spots on it. Sure enough, he noticed a little hidden colored strip between the middle of the note. "Shouldn't be hard..."

To Dalgan's dismay, Sylvester shoved the hundred bill in his robe's pocket and fiddled with it there for a few seconds. His eyes remained shut. No one knew what he was doing. "Let's see." Once done with it, he took out his hand but now with a whole thick stack of folded bills of hundreds. "This should be enough for our expenses. I even made them look old."

"..."

"..."

"It's still illegal," Sylvester corrected and relaxed in the private room with a private deck with big glass windows that showed the scenery at the bottom. The room was more like a little apartment with a living space and bedrooms. Of course, the regular folks were all huddled inside the cramped seats that were laid out as rows of three, side by side. "P-Pope." Dalgan came forward when everyone else was relaxing and enjoying the luxury. "I... I have a personal request. I don't know how long I'll survive while traveling with you, so I wish to see my family once. It's on the way." "Why not." Sylvester sensed a genuine scent of hope, fear, and sadness coming off the four-eyed Demon. "But we will be jumping from the airship, not deboarding it at the station." "What?! Why?" "Because we're being followed, and I don't want to leave behind a trail." Dalgan looked left and right, trying to find anything hostile in the room. 'Who's following us?' He was a General, after all. 'How could I not sense it?' he wondered. "Help?!" Prince Zostris and Orzoth cheered up. But Sylvester drowned their hopes very quickly. "They're not here for you."

"How many?" Dalgan inquired. "One, a female, most likely. Inform me when your home is the closest. We'll walk in the air and descend physically." Sylvester commanded and laid down on the comfortable bed to rest and just... think. Preparing himself in case he'd have to battle the one he cherished. BOOM!

"Aaargh!" The two princes fell to their knees and cried.

The whole airship jolted in an explosion and started losing altitude all of a sudden, but still quite slowly. It began to turn in one direction uncontrollably, and Sylvester was all prepared to jump out. "Amusing, I didn't expect there would be someone tailing the one tailing us," Sylvester exclaimed and walked over to the massive sightseeing window and made a gaping hole in it. "Follow me if you don't want to die." "How did you know?!" Lord Two questioned. Sylvester offhandedly answered. "I see everything within this whole structure."

"I don't wanna die!" Prince Orzoth, the younger one, ran first and jumped at Sylvester, holding onto his leg as if a precious treasure. BOOM!

"Aaaaaa~ I don't wann—!" Sylvester kicked the Prince away, created visible chains from Light Magic, and caught all of them close to himself. The speed of the airship's fall increased rapidly this time. He looked down from the window. They were falling towards somewhere in an endless forest full of tall, blue-colored trees. At best, only ten or so seconds were left for the airship to crash on the ground. "Let's go... Why are you waiting?!" Prince Zostris shouted in panic. Sylvester sighed and glanced at General Dalgan, who also looked at him and gave a nod as if he understood Sylvester's mind. "I can't..." Sylvester sighed and changed direction to enter the lobby of the airship, "...ignore the innocent cries."

His magic flared out of his body like heavy radiation, even visible to the naked eye in the form of a gentle, sprinkling sparkle of golden dust in the air, formless, as if it were mist. "Dalgan, Lord Two, I'll stop the airship from crashing. Handle the crowd." "Understood!"