Chapter 313: You and Master Nine, like brothers?

Chapter 313: You and Master Nine, like brothers?



Trade Secret Realm.

A specially designated space, reserved for Kaelum, Anderson, and Elena to wait.

Sitting on a wooden bench, Elena glanced around, a hint of shock in her eyes. "Kaelum, Mike's master is that big of a deal?"

Elena herself was no stranger to the world and had seen her fair share of wonders.

She was naturally familiar with the Trade Secret Realm.

Apart from the Supreme Being, the person with the highest authority in the Trade Secret Realm was the Mystic Market Manager.

This space was allocated by the Mystic Market Manager, their trading venue for the upcoming deal!

"Whoa..."

Kaelum sucked in a breath of cold air, feeling his scalp tingle. He shook his head with a wry smile. "I didn't expect Mike's master to be so powerful either."

"However... there's another possibility." Kaelum rested his chin on his hand, analyzing calmly. "Mike mentioned that his master has a deep residual will for money. Perhaps he was a close friend of the Mystic Market Manager in his previous life."

Sometimes, connections were more useful than strength.

The Mystic Market Manager was most famous for two things:

1. The best money-maker in the world.

2. A strange name and an eccentric personality.

To ease the tension, Kaelum whispered,

"You know that saying in Wolf's Den, '[Tonight's bill is on Mr. Jhon]'? Actually, it's referring to the Mystic Market Manager!"

Gossip was a topic that no one could resist.

Anderson and Elena both looked at Kaelum, urging him to continue.

"Back during the Blood War between the human race and the abyss, Foreskin, no, Mr. Jhon at the time, would often treat people to drinks after making money.

However, Mr. Jhon had a very eccentric personality. He was a lone wolf with few friends, wandering around the Trade Secret Realm as a stall vendor.

Mr. Jhon didn't spend the money he earned himself. He always threw it outside Supreme Being Morpheus's house.

In Mr. Jhon's words, he simply enjoyed the process of making money; he wasn't interested in how it was spent.

It's said that during the most difficult time for the human race, Mr. Jhon even went deep into the abyss and, with his own power, caused chaos and infighting among the various abyssal factions..."

Kaelum whispered about the glorious history of the Mystic Market Manager.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Outside the hut, Mike stood by the wall, watching the conversation inside with great interest.

Foreskin stood beside Mike, a little embarrassed.

He chuckled. "Those are just rumors, youthful indiscretions."

Mike shook his head. "Not indiscretions."

Mike hadn't expected Foreskin to have such a side!

Mike had known Foreskin for a long time, and the latter had always been very humble.

Sometimes, Mike would even forget that Foreskin himself was a Ninth-tier Lord!

And one of the oldest Ninth-tier Lords of the human race.

It had to be said that among the top experts, there were two types of beings that one should not provoke:

The oldest and the youngest.

Older experts had many trump cards, deep foundations, and often only revealed the tip of the iceberg when it came to their true strength.

Younger experts had unlimited potential. As long as they lived, they would eventually convert that potential into strength!

Foreskin and Cedric were from the same batch of experts.

"Mike, if you want to hear about these things, I can have someone write them into songs and sing them to you."

"That would be great."

Mike nodded. "It's a deal!"

Without giving Foreskin a chance to refuse, Mike, in the form of a black mist, pushed the door open and entered.

After the black mist entered, it glanced around at the three of them. "Is everyone here?"

The black mist's voice was hoarse, as if a pair of worn-out leather boots were stuck in its throat.

"One by one."

The space transformed, leaving only Kaelum and the black mist.

Before Kaelum could speak, the black mist said, "That kid Mike already paid for you."

Kaelum: "???"

He stood under a tree in the Trade Secret Realm, quietly waiting for Blaze Morrow to come

knocking.

"This feels like getting free takeout."

Mike rubbed his chin, feeling that the world was a strange place.

Why would someone be so eager to give him money?

It didn't take long for a ball of fire element to descend from the sky. Blaze Morrow made his

grand entrance.

"Fourth Bro, long time no see!"

Blaze Morrow laughed heartily. "Thanks for your help with Jessica before!"

"It was nothing."

Mike didn't bother with too many pleasantries and got straight to the point. "You've been

stuck at level 899 for how long?"

Blaze Morrow smiled sheepishly. "Not long, just about 20 years."

Mike: "..."

Stuck at a level for longer than Mike had been alive.

And he called that "not long"?

Mike pondered for a moment before speaking again,

"If I'm not mistaken, your problem lies in your [Sea of Truth] being unable to condense into a

[Truth Pearl], right?"

"Spot on!"

Blaze Morrow didn't try to hide it.

"Don't laugh at me, but I've gained something from both abyssal wars. Especially this time,

seeing my former teacher, Calderon, filled me with such excitement that I felt like I could break through at any moment! But I just can't get past this last hurdle."

Blaze Morrow was known for being at the forefront of every battle in the Magmafist corps, a

decisive killer.

Not only had he killed many demon race Chiefs, but he had even participated in the siege of a

heavily injured demon Lord!

Logically speaking, having participated in killing a demon Lord, Blaze Morrow should have

met all the criteria of a Lord.

"This problem is a bit tricky..."

Mike didn't mince words. "Your problem still lies in your soul. Your memory has been sealed

before."

Hearing Fourth Bro's diagnosis, Blaze Morrow wasn't surprised but rather calm. "I know, I

also suspect that the problem lies there."

Blaze Morrow sighed and said slowly,

"Back then, during the Morrow family upheaval, I couldn't bear the blow and my mental state

was unstable. I got drunk one day and happened to meet a middle-aged man. We talked a lot,

and I only found out afterward that he was Apollo..." Blaze Morrow sighed with emotion before continuing,

"After that, I only know that Master Nine sealed a part of my memory more than thirty years

ago. I don't know what exactly happened."

Mike nodded slowly, it all added up. Blaze Morrow's memory had been sealed four times.

Now it seemed that the first time was also the most serious.

"It seems that the problem lies in this Memory Seal."

Mike said calmly, "I won't hide it from you, the Master Nine you speak of is like a brother to

me. However, he has a special task at hand these days and can't spare the time. We'll have to

find another way to solve your problem."

Fourth Bro's words startled Blaze Morrow.

You and Master Nine, like brothers? Oh my godness!