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Sparta City North Gate Phil Street, located in the prime area of the main street, the Black Rose Inn is the most frequented resting place for traveling merchants and Mercenaries.
At this moment, Bu and Locke had temporarily settled in the Black Rose Inn.
The rooms in the inn were quite spacious and well-equipped. Bu even discovered that the bathroom had something resembling a toilet from his previous life, prompting him to study this toilet-like object closely under Locke's strange gaze.
This mischievous act naturally caused Locke's face to twitch, and he hurriedly stepped forward to dissuade him.
Through Locke's description, Bu learned that this was a convenience toilet. Seeing the puzzled look on Locke's face, Bu had no choice but to brazenly claim he had a cleanliness obsession and wanted to check if the toilet was clean.
Locke was even more confused by this; how could a toilet be clean or dirty? Just as he was about to ask again, Bu skillfully shifted the topic to the pursuers from the Thieves' Guild.
"Master, I believe the Thieves' Guild has already noticed Ricky's death. Perhaps some of the two-star thieves who accepted the investigation mission have already found Thomas.
After all, Thomas is a low-level informant cultivated by our Thieves' Guild. We have many such informants throughout the entire Holy Order Alliance. They range from nobles and warlords of various countries to ordinary civilians."
Listening to Locke's detailed account, Bu's expression gradually became serious.
Locke continued in a low tone, "So, Master, with the terrifying intelligence capabilities of the Thieves' Guild, I think our whereabouts will soon be exposed. After all, even I am not clear on how many other informants are around here."
Bu felt a chill in his heart upon hearing this; it was indeed terrible news.
He knew that the power of the Thieves' Guild was immense, so much so that it spanned across the entire Fran Continent, yet he still underestimated the terrifying nature of this Major Force.
According to Locke, there was no way for him to escape from the pursuit of the Thieves' Guild. What was worth worrying about now was not just the pursuers sent after them.
What was even more concerning was that there were potential eyes constantly watching him. Every move he made, perhaps even every time he changed his underwear, there were informants keeping tabs on him—there were no secrets left.
"This is just absolutely ridiculous," Bu Yue thought, feeling increasingly irritated and unable to hold back his curse.
Locke had anticipated that Bu would be angry after finishing his statement, but hearing Bu's outburst left him somewhat bewildered. However, seeing Bu's explosive demeanor, Locke wisely chose not to ask any questions, knowing it wouldn't lead to anything good.
After a moment of silence, Bu Leng calmed down and fell into deep thought.
Eventually, he emerged from his contemplation and glanced at Locke, who was standing respectfully beside him. He frowned and said, "The first wave of pursuers shouldn't be too strong. If they are just low-level thieves, while it may be troublesome, it's not fatal. The real problem is how we will deal with the stronger pursuers that will come after we handle this batch."
Locke seemed to have already considered Bu's concerns. After a brief pause, he slowly shared his thoughts.
"Master, in the eyes of the Thieves' Guild, we are nothing more than a grasshopper. We pose no threat to them; they won't feel any pressure from us. They can kill us however they want. But what if this grasshopper climbs up a giant tree?"
"Climb up a giant tree?" Hearing Locke's calm analysis, Bu appeared to ponder the implications.
Seeing that Bu seemed to grasp the meaning behind his words and showed no signs of disagreement, Locke continued with relief, "If we climb up a giant tree, they would have to climb up as well if they want to kill us. But is it really that easy to climb a tree? They might end up falling instead."
Upon hearing this, Bu's eyes lit up—what a great idea!
He looked up at Locke with surprise and then teased, "I didn't expect you, Locke, to have such a clever mind. I hadn't noticed this quality in you before. It seems I haven't fully exploited your potential as your master."
Locke's face turned awkward at the compliment; he chuckled dryly but did not respond.
Bu pointed at Locke while laughing and then began pacing around the room, contemplating the next course of action.
"Actually, Master, as far as I know, Sister Wendy's family is one of the major forces. Behind their family stands a significant figure from the Mercenary Guild who could indeed serve as this giant tree," Locke couldn't help but interject after watching Bu pace for a while.
"Oh?" Bu paused in his tracks and turned to look at Locke intently. "How do you know this information? Is it reliable?"
Locke calmly nodded and affirmed, "This information is true. I once undertook a mission to investigate the hidden forces of the Aldra Family.
Although I ultimately failed to complete the mission, another three-star thief managed to finish it. After he submitted the report, I became aware of this information as well."
With Locke's confirmation, Bu felt relieved. He thought that it seemed the Aldra Family was planning to pay a visit soon. If they could establish a good relationship, further interactions would be much easier.
The next morning, the master and servant finished a simple breakfast at the inn and set out together. They needed to buy some gifts before visiting the Aldra Family; these gifts didn't need to be too precious, just heartfelt.
Interestingly, although Bu was a vampire, aside from drinking Python's blood when he first arrived in this world, he hadn't consumed any fresh blood in nearly a month. Whenever he felt hungry, he simply ate some regular food without experiencing any discomfort or unease.
Bu often felt puzzled by this situation, but given his lazy nature and carefree attitude, he didn't think too much about it. To him, this was a benefit.
Not only did he refrain from drinking human blood, but he could also live under the sun in broad daylight. What else could be considered a benefit? He wouldn't even want to drink blood if asked.
As such, he had returned to a normal person's life—sleeping when needed and eating when hungry.
Strolling through the streets of Sparta City, both master and servant were in high spirits as they admired one shop after another. Whenever they came across something novel, Bu would express his surprise loudly, leaving Locke feeling embarrassed and frustrated. It made him wonder if his master had come from some remote mountain village.
For instance, in a store selling artistic crafts, Bu picked up a foot-binding cloth that the shop Madam had tossed aside and examined it closely, which elicited a look of disgust and disdain from her while Locke turned pale behind him.
Eventually, Bu seemed to realize that this was not an artistic craft at all.
Of course, it appeared that he had discovered something. Obliviously, he brought the foot-binding cloth close to his nose for a sniff and then quickly tossed it aside while coughing loudly and gasping for breath as he asked what it was.
After receiving an answer from the disdainful Madam, Bu embarrassedly dashed out of the store without looking back; he had mistaken a foot-binding cloth for an ancient painting.
Indeed, if it weren't for the foul odor emanating from it, those black spots on the cloth might have resembled an abstract painting.
Locke was completely fainted; his master was indeed a peculiar person. After suffering a loss once, he managed to create another embarrassing situation this time.
They were in an Iron Shop, with Bu looking around the store while Locke nervously followed behind, fearing that something embarrassing would happen again. Yet, the inevitable occurred.
Bu felt that this Iron Shop was somewhat dull, as most of the items for sale were agricultural tools like Hoes and Iron Shovels. There were none of the Fine Steel Longswords or Fine Iron Broadswords he had imagined.
Just as he was about to signal Locke to leave, he unexpectedly discovered a uniquely designed helmet in the corner of the shop.
Bu's eyes lit up as he excitedly walked over, picked up the helmet, and examined it closely, ultimately confirming that it was indeed a helmet.
This discovery made Bu unable to suppress his fantasies.
In his previous life, the protagonists often found treasures in Iron Shops.
A discarded longsword covered in thick dust could be bought at a low price by the protagonist, only to later discover it was an extraordinary sword left behind by a powerful figure, possessing the power to open up lands.
As Bu indulged in his fantasies, his gaze on the helmet grew brighter; the more he looked at it, the more he felt it was a hidden treasure.
Locke, who was following behind, became tense as soon as Bu moved. He hurriedly looked at what Bu was holding.
Upon seeing the item clearly, Locke immediately panicked. However, his anxious expression and words froze in an instant, leaving him stunned.
"Locke, look! Isn't this helmet nice? I think this unique design is very creative; perhaps it's a replica of some Ancient Times military helmet," Bu said with a smile as he put the helmet on his head and turned to Locke.
What met his eyes was a face filled with anxiety and a gaping mouth in shock. Bu's heart sank; could it be?
At this moment, a few customers in the store couldn't help but laugh, pointing and whispering about Step.
"This gentleman is quite humorous, wearing a Chamber Pot on his head as a helmet."
"Yeah, but luckily the blacksmith Old Walker didn't urinate in it. Otherwise... hahaha."
"Wow, Old Walker has quite a temper. Making jokes about his Chamber Pot? Good thing he's not in the shop today..."
"...Uh..."
Step suddenly jolted and quickly took off the so-called helmet, throwing it aside with an embarrassed expression.
No matter how thick-skinned he was, it wasn't enough at this moment. His face turned purple as he hurriedly pulled Locke away from the mocking laughter of the three behind them. He felt so frustrated; damn Fran Continent, what kind of people were born here? Not only did they throw around foot wrappings carelessly, but they also discarded Chamber Pots.
Seeing Step's disheveled appearance, Locke couldn't hold back any longer and burst into laughter all the way out.
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