William and the group passed through the last wall of miasma and arrived at the Revista Faction Headquarters just two days later. William didn't try to touch the miasma again, so he didn't need to replace Grotnet's medallion for a second time.
"Welcome to the one true city of the Revista Faction. The City of Gold, Igolide!" a young boy with red hair smiled as the group passed through the front gates. As he saw their attire reminiscent of another Continent, though, the boy frowned and spat on the ground in front of them.
"Some welcome, huh?" William commented to the group. He was at least thankful that Igolide didn't have any stringent entry requirements. They just needed to pay two Gold Coins to enter without even a security check.
"We've always been like this, myself included." Grotnet said simply. The only reason he cared to treat the group nicely was because this was his job, and they were good money. Since his job was finished, he bade William and the rest farewell, wishing them luck on their mission.
William nodded and led the group through the city towards their first destination, admiring the scenery as they walked. The city didn't have a dull air like the others before, and the streets were paved with a special type of golden asphalt.
Shops were littered everywhere, most of which sold specialized equipment for hunting Magical Beasts. There were reinforced nets made for hunting Poison Sleeches and whaling spears made for tearing through the thick hide of Venom-Seeker Elephants.
While the quality of the equipment was very high and could be used even by Golden Core Cultivators, they were looking for information on Marcus and had no reason to purchase anything from these shops.
They headed straight towards the Revista Faction's palace located in the center of the city, where a group of guards met with them before they could approach.
"Stop, state your purpose." the guards shouted while holding their weapons at the ready. They didn't recognize this new group of people, and other than their escort their gear didn't match the standards of the Velos Continent.
"Those expensive-looking clothes and a group of kids... you must be here for the Cultivation Site." one of the guards sneered.
"We're looking for someone." William was tired of saying the same things multiple times, but he had to in this case.
"Someone in the palace? You couldn't possibly know anyone inside!" the guard replied.
"Just let us in so we can speak to your leader." William was becoming irritated again.
"Ha! You even dare to meet with Patriarch Luying!" the guards laughed together.
Alright, I'm tired of this. System, can I kill them?
-Do what you want, just be prepared for the consequences.
Damnit... William sighed as he opened his Sealing Territory for the second time in a week. The group was instantly immobilized, unable to move so much as a finger before William passed by.
He turned around and waved to his group, "Are you coming or not?"
He set aside those thoughts and spoke up, "Have you heard of a Marcus Rednel?"
"Hmmm? Marcus? I believe I have. What was your name?"
"William."
"Last name?"
"Don't have one."
"How can you not have a last name?" the man was surprised.
"I just don't. What should I call you, Senior?" William didn't feel like the old man was his senior in combat power, but his sheer age should regard him as such.
While waiting for the man's response, he used Life Sense to check the surrounding area for danger, slightly concerned that this interaction was a trap. Why else would the man stall for so long?
"You can call me Marcus." the man responded with a goofy smile.
"Last name?" William mimicked the old man's tone.
"Don't have one." the old man winked.
"Ohh. You don't believe me then..." William looked at the old man known as Marcus.
"Not one bit. Everyone has a last name."
"Well I don't. How about I give you another name? Are you familiar with a man known as Riyald?"
"Last name?"
"..." William actually didn't know his Master's last name. He sent a message to the System, asking it to communicate with Flame Dragon Uri who might know.
"Well?" Marcus asked.
"Riyald Triberium. Have you heard of him?"