The Innkeeper - Chapter 1963 I never cause trouble
Chapter 1963 I never cause trouble
The ferry flowed over the river which kept changing color every so often, but not once did he see any living being inside the river, nor did he see any plant or signs of nature down there. On either side of the river, instead of an ordinary riverbed, Lex merely saw the cosmos.
For the most part, he didn’t question it. After all, this deep in Arch-Heaven, logic had stopped logicing. Instead, he spent a few days trying to improve Mango’s mood.The fish was not actually upset, but it certainly liked the feeling of getting all that attention, so Lex humored him.
Eventually, even Mango gave in, and stopped pretending to be upset with Lex. But after that, there wasn’t much left for them to do, so Mango took out his scale and began to review it once again.
Lex glanced at the scale, but even with his newfound percentage, he could not see through the veil that hid the scales secrets. He did not pry further into Mango’s personal matters. Instead, he turned his attention towards trying to understand Arch-Heaven more.
He even used his left eye to study it from time to time, making sure not to overexert himself. Lex kept feeling like this place was evil – like it was luring people under the guise of giving them power, but making use of them instead. Now, he wanted to understand more about why he found it so repulsive.
Was this an instinctual reaction, or was he being influenced by something to feel this way? After all, rarely would Lex have such a strong feeling about something so random.
“I really need to get myself a freaking valet,” Lex muttered to himself. That was the first quest he ever failed, and to this day he hadn’t gotten around to doing it yet. For the most part, he made do without one. But this business of going around the universe, while thoroughly entertaining and interesting, could also be a pain. More importantly, there was the issue of the countless Dao Lords who had sent him Letters of Intent.
The reason he hadn’t responded to any of them yet is because he had an idea – a business idea. One that, if worked, would make him probably the richest, or at least one of the richest immortals in the universe.
It was also a tremendous risk. But a true capitalist does not only target easy money – no, it’s that big, risky money that scratches a kind of itch nothing else can touch.
“Do you know any interesting stories?” Mango suddenly asked while Lex was in the middle of contemplating.
“Huh?” he uttered, not expecting such a question.
“Any interesting stories,” Mango repeated himself. “If we’re going to be here for a few days, we might as well share some interesting stories. Don’t tell me you were going to spend all this time just sitting and thinking.”
Lex almost admitted that was exactly his plan. It was only a few days, he could easily spend that time sitting in one spot contemplating difficult subjects. Then he realized how abnormal that sounded, at least by mortal standards.
Moreover, to someone whose memory only lasted the last 10 days, every single day was an immense amount of time. It was better not to waste it. Previously, while they were traveling by foot, Mango never said anything, probably because he was focusing on traveling. Now that they were passengers though…
“Oh boy, do I have a story for you,” Lex said with a wide smile. “So this one friend of mine decided to date a devil – are you familiar with devils? Wait, are you familiar with dating?”
“Yes, yes, I have a short memory, I’m not dumb,” exclaimed Mango, rolling his eyes. “Dating is what’s used to determine the age of a thing and a devil is a type of derogatory term that, oftentimes, in modern colloquialism can actually refer to something good.”
Lex raised his finger but froze. Mango wasn’t wrong, technically, but he wasn’t right either.
“So yes, your friend decided to search up how old the term devil is? A story about etymology is not what I was expecting, but I suppose not everyone has lives as exciting as goldfishes, so this will have to do,” Mango said, sounding like he was bored of the story before it even began.
Lex sighed. This was going to be a long trip.
The journey to their destination took seven whole days, and when they arrived, Lex was somewhat taken aback. He had been told that the ferry would take him to white marble buildings, like the fort or the white hut Mango used to stay in. He just assumed it would be more of the same.
He was realizing now that maybe Vox had meant white marble structures instead because when the ferry docked, Lex found himself at the base of a massive city that seemed like it was carved into the side of a single, large piece of marble big enough to be a mountain.
What’s more, the entire mountain city was teeming with various people, unlike the relatively empty fort he’d come from.
“What is this place?” Lex asked the moment he got off, which earned him a strange stare from the guard standing to oversee new arrivals.
“You took a private ferry here but don’t know the destination? This is Pinktop Mountain – the largest open trade bazaar in this vicinity of Arch-Heaven,” he said, looking at Lex curiously. “Kid, through my vast experience of guarding this town, I can tell at a glance whether or not someone looks like trouble, and you look like trouble. Let me give you a word of advice – the head of this market has a 51% limiter, so don’t go causing him problems, alright? Just follow the rules, don’t cause any problems, and you’ll be fine.”
Lex froze. 51%. That was the highest percentage he’d come across, far higher even than Mango.
“Don’t worry,” Lex said as he flashed him a smile. “I never cause trouble.”
