Even goblins are dangerous in this other world!

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As night began to fall, the Kanriel Market remained bustling with people, lively and noisy.

After all, an unprecedented showdown will take place here tomorrow, and many people have come early to join in the excitement.

The market vendors seized the opportunity and intensified their sales efforts, making the entire market bustling with activity.

Luo Xiu stood by the bulletin board and saw Xiu Pu squatting there in a long robe. He walked up to him and patted him on the shoulder.

Heap shuddered and nearly jumped up from the ground.

He has also been running a business of predicting the future for contestants, causing considerable hardship for many vendors. Even the vice-principal of the Sorcerer Academy has publicly stated his intention to capture him.

Therefore, I live in constant fear every day.

Only when he turned around and saw that it was Luo Xiu did he finally breathe a sigh of relief, stand up and speak in a low voice:

"Let's go somewhere else, there are too many people here."

After saying that, he led Luo Xiu through a winding path until they arrived at a dilapidated residential area.

This is the "refugee camp" on the outskirts of Kanriel, where people who can't afford the expensive rent and are worried about their points every day usually gather to make do with a place to shelter from the wind.

Luo Xiu once heard from Nika that she had lived here for a while.

Following Xiu into a small room resembling a basement, Luo Xiu looked around at the blackened walls and the leaking ceiling, and said with a smile:

"It seems that His Excellency Shoep has learned his lesson; this time, his accommodations are quite different from the last one."

Heap removed the hood from his cloak, revealing his handsome face and signature silver hair, and let out a long sigh:

"I've figured it out. If you want to make money, you have to work hard."

"Judging from this, Lord Shoeb is sure to make a lot of money in the future."

Luo Xiu nodded, chose a chair that looked less oily, gently wiped it with a water droplet magic circle, and sat down.

Heep walked to the corner of the room, where a cutting board and a frying pan were on the table, and several knives hung on the wall, which looked like the kitchen area of ​​the house.

He brought over a plate with a few slices of black bread and two glasses of yellow liquid of unknown origin.

"Please do me the honor of having afternoon tea, Your Excellency White."

Heap wore a helpless smile on his face:

"I'll just call you that. You can still use this name when you're out and about."

"Still need it."

Luo Xiu nodded, reached out and took a glass of yellow liquid from a tin can, smelled it, and noticed a faint aroma of alcohol.

"Ginger beer."

Shoe opens:

“It’s made by Philip; he’s from Rovaniemi, and everyone there makes this.”

Philip… Luo Xiu thought for a moment and remembered the name; it was that chubby little boy.

He took a sip of the ginger beer. It had a strong ginger flavor and a fiery taste in his mouth, much stronger than regular beer, but the taste was still quite good.

"Where is Philip?"

he asked.

"He went out. Knowing you were coming today, he asked me to buy some dinner."

Heap took a big gulp of ginger beer, frowned deeply, and then exhaled a long breath, expelling the fumes of the beer.

Actually, it was Philip who deliberately called him out. He didn't want his underlings to get close to a dangerous person like Luo Xiu.

As for dinner... Shup didn't believe that Luo Xiu was really planning to stay for dinner; he was just putting on an act.

Luo Xiu's eyes flashed with scrutiny as he observed Xiu Pu's complex emotional changes. Without making a sound, he put down the ginger beer in his hand.

Hup's change in mood suggests something is amiss; perhaps he's spiked both of his ginger beers, intending to disgust him by taking him down with him.

He spoke, mentioning the purpose of his visit:

"I've come here today to ask for your help, Your Excellency."

"Go ahead."

Hugh nodded, his cooperation surprising even Luo Xiu.

He took a bottle of red liquid from his magic pocket and said:

"I would like to ask Your Excellency to make a prophecy for me about a person, to see his current state, his position, and what changes he will encounter in the future. This is his blood."

"can."

Hup nodded expressionlessly, his words concise and to the point.

Luo Xiu could even vaguely see numbness in the expression on his face.

This was completely different from the Xiupu that Luo Xiu had met before.

He began to scrutinize Hup's emotional state, and only when he saw that Hup was experiencing a mix of negative emotions did he feel relieved.

It seems that Hup must have been cursing himself in his heart, but he just didn't dare to show it.

He felt a vague sense of guilt and began to wonder if he had treated Hup too badly. After all, Hup was Old White's student and his junior, so he should have looked after him.

But it seems that, apart from this time, it's always this child who provokes him first...

Just then, there was a knock on the door outside, which was then pushed open. A boy dressed as a newsboy stood in the doorway and asked:

"Excuse me, is this Mr. White's house?"

Upon hearing the newsboy's words, Hup's expression changed. He was about to deny it when Luo Xiu sensed something amiss and spoke first:

"Yes, I am Mr. White."

The newsboy nodded, pulled a bill from behind his back, walked up to Luo Xiu, and handed him a pen:

"Mrs. Beyoncé of Rum Street says that you have several outstanding bills from her business, Mr. White, and would like to ask if you could settle them today."

Looking at the list of "flying and escaping" items on the bill in the newsboy's hand, Luo Xiu glanced at Xiu Pu next to him with a half-smile.

Heap fell silent, cold sweat dripping from the tip of his nose.

Luo Xiu picked up a pen, signed the document, and handed the newsboy 16 gold coins, the amount listed on the bill. Finally, he took a silver coin from his pocket and placed it in the newsboy's hand.

"This silver coin is to thank you for your courage and honesty. Please accept it."

Although the newsboy didn't understand what Luo Xiu meant, he happily accepted the silver coin. This was no longer a tip; it was equivalent to several days' wages for him.

After thanking Luo Xiu repeatedly, the newsboy left directly.

Luo Xiu closed the door, sat back down in front of Xiu Pu, picked up a piece of black bread from the plate, and said with a smile:

“I remember telling you before we parted last time that I would continue to use the name White.”

"Um……"

Sweat beaded on Schup's forehead.

“I remember you said you didn’t use that name anymore, and you even confirmed it with me when I came in just now.”

"Um……"

Sweat beaded on Schup's back.

"Sixteen gold coins on Rum Street is no small sum. Now, the heroic figure of 'Lord White' should be all over that street."

"Um……"

Heap was soaked in sweat.

In this terrifying atmosphere, he could no longer hold back, clasped his hands together, closed his eyes tightly, and pleaded loudly:

"Don't hit my face, don't hit my face, bro!!"

Some time after the last incident, he learned that the people who had been chasing Luo Xiu were from the arena, and since the arena had been destroyed, he began to plot against them.

Luo Xiu laughed. Actually, he had also used the name Xiu Pu. This kid was still innocent.

With a stern face, he shoved the vial of blood into Schup's hand:

"How many days will it take to complete this prophecy?"

"Three days, uh no, two days!"

Schup opened his eyes, gripped the blood vial tightly, and assured him:

"I will definitely hand over all the information about this person to you, brother, in two days."

"Then trouble you."

Luo Xiu suppressed a laugh, stood up, and prepared to leave.

Looking at Xiu Pu, who was sitting there panting heavily and soaked in sweat, Luo Xiu hesitated for a moment before speaking:

"If there are odds available for tomorrow's match, you can try placing a bet."

Schup raised his head, a look of doubt flashing in his eyes:

"Tomorrow's showdown: a duel between the students of the Adventurers' Academy and Master Tata?"

Luo Xiu nodded.

Which side should we bet on?

A thought struck him, and he asked.

"I don't know, just bet on whoever you like tomorrow."

Luo Xiu didn't directly tell Xiu Pu to bet on him, not because he lacked confidence in his duel tomorrow, but because he wanted to leave some things unsaid. Perhaps Xiu Pu would lose confidence in himself if he saw him on stage tomorrow.

After saying that, Luo Xiu got up and left.

Heap was left in the room pondering the meaning of Luo Xiu's last words.

He had considered placing a bet after learning about this matchup, but his father had once said that most betting odds in the world are scams without solid inside information.

The reason he was able to win a large sum of money last time was because he personally tested Luo Xiu's strength and knew that Luo Xiu would definitely win.

But this time was different; he couldn't get any useful information at all. After all, this level of competition was not something just anyone could get involved in.

Although everyone was saying that Sword Maniac Gallo had an overwhelming chance of winning, he didn't think so.