Chapter 1161 Newsroom

Chapter 1161 Newsroom

"I need a few things," said John, who had long heard of the Infinity Emporium but never had the opportunity to use it.

"I need all of these ingredients," he said, slipping a piece of paper to Powell. "I also need a recommendation letter to Hells' Diner, and lastly, I need to teleport my friend and I to the planet Fulkrum."

Powell took the slip of paper from John and began reading it, and the more he read it, the bigger his smile became. These were all very rare ores and ingredients used in treasure manufacturing.

Alone they may not have cost a significant sum, but this entire list, when considered, was a sizable sum of money. That wasn't even including the other two requests, which were extremely large as well.

"Dear guest, your requests are not so easy. It will take a few hours before everything is ready. Would you like to wait here, or come back when everything is prepared."

"We'll wait," said Luthor, who was not interested in wasting time. Fulkrum was supposed to be a planet that was virtually inaccessible except through very special means. Teleportation could count as one of those means, only under very specific conditions. The Emporium could, of course, fulfill those conditions.

The reason why the planet was so hard to reach was natural and unique, but the thing that was truly important was why they were going there. It was the largest, most renown blackmarket in the realm.

What was the point of a black market that everyone knew about? Why go there if they can shop in the emporium to begin with? What did all of this have to do with Hells' Diner?

The answers were simple. It didn't matter if everyone knew about it if no one could stop or affect the blackmarket, which they couldn't. The things they could buy and sell there could not be sold or bought by the Emporium. Lastly, Hells' Diner had nothing to do with either of those things.

While the two continued to think, it was time for their daily check in with the newsroom, and so they strolled on in peacefully, waving and joking around with the regular guests. The Inn really was an amazing place.

Finally, once they arrived, one of the Rhinocentaurs went in first and provided his latest piece of news.

"The Versalis bank has just acquired a controlling share in the Undead Private Soldiery, or UPS for short."

With that piece of information shared, he stepped out and allowed the other to step in.

"The Celestial Court has rejected the excuse of outstanding debt for a reason to attack one of its members by the Versalis bank, and issued a hearing, but the bank representative never showed. Tensions are rising."

With that the Rhinocentaur stepped out, his mind still on his own problems.

But they remained unaware that the two pieces of random information they provided were noted down, and added by an important member of the newsroom to an extremely complex and extensive information web, connecting countless various seemingly random bits and pieces of information.

Roland, the little boy who once collected news and sold newspapers in the city of Babylon, was one of the most prominent members of the Nyxheart family now. His eyes gleamed as he focused on a pin tied to a note that read: Versalis Bank.

On that pin were tried countless threads, but one of them led all the way back to the Henali.

He began to scribble something on a notebook.