Of course, this can't be spoken of, like some sort of closer relationship, deeper than that with a lover.

"You wouldn't still feel guilty towards Liszt, would you? Don't worry, he won't take it to heart."

Dreya really likes her; the blood is so much more fragrant, it's the scent of a maiden. She can't explain why Liszt's blood, as bad as blended junk, can be so addictive.

"Why say it like that..."

Mo Yutong can't help but delve into it because she has truly injected emotion now.

Dreya pondered for a moment.

Liszt hasn't mentioned divorce for half a year, even twelve months, since 2687, surpassing the historical record.

No matter how mature Liszt is, his age is dozens of rounds younger than hers; surely he only accepted today that he will eventually face life and death and has prepared for it.

While she prepared herself as early as 2685.

But Dreya wouldn't let him die, even if it meant returning to the Ancient Divine Continent to surrender and seek help from old friends, she would ensure he lives.

Liszt has his own career, his own pursuits, and barely any chance of growing old, while all Dreya can do is make Heaven Port better, enough to support his great endeavors.

Of course, this can't be spoken of, even to Liszt himself; otherwise, her man would bring up past issues again.

"Between us, there's a delicate balance that the average person can't understand. If you truly feel guilty, then go compensate him yourself."

Dreya's actions progressed further, the small cake was very cute, whispering softly in her ear, "Am I more impressive, or is my husband?"

Mo Yutong couldn't stand it, covering her mouth.

At the critical moment, an inopportune knocking sound came.

Mo Yutong quickly stepped aside, swiftly tidying up her clothes as Dreya sat straight and solemn.

"Come in."

Dreya spoke casually.

Entering the room was former Heroic Level adventurer Weber, who arrived on the island after the train incident. He's not the brightest, but he's an old member of Black Sail. He's been here for half a year, holding an idle position, given favorable treatment, and aside from playing, he's left to do errand-running every few days as needed.

"There's a big problem!"

Weber held a letter in his hand, his face never before so panicked.

Dreya squinted her eyes, hoping it was a joke; the only one more dim-witted than Weber is Archer. At least Weber has a mild temperament, whereas that person is aggressive to the maximum.

Took the envelope.

The sender was, shockingly, the Narrow Sea Convention Organization, personally addressed by Giant Whale Guest.

Dreya didn't delay and quickly tore it open.

The letter's content was brief—a kind of... threat.

The general idea was simple.

When a tree stands out from the forest, the wind will surely destroy it; if a tree can voluntarily stop growing, it has glimpsed the Heavenly Dao.

Giant Whale Guest invited Liszt to a meeting at Narrow Sea Calm Island's Heavenly Heaven to discuss entering the Narrow Sea Convention Organization.

Heavenly Heaven is like a Cloud Palace but surpasses the TOP10. At least publicly, it is known in the TOP3 places, even the TOP1, just with a different style where people have their preferences.

The implied meaning is also clear: Let Liszt come to glimpse the Heavenly Dao and willingly stop growing.

Dreya frowned but quickly relaxed; Liszt was not meant to be held back—that was Liszt. She just hopes his figure can break through the fog and return anew.

And at this very moment.

Mulong Duchy's Royal Capital, train station exit.

Fen needed to stay in the court.

Now the railway is only halfway between Silver Moon City and Salt Lake City; once they reach the place, they must obediently ride horses to Golden Palm Port.

Since Garscek was completely scrapped, only in human form can he recuperate better, extraordinarily rare to travel with Dragon.

"Hurry! The train's about to depart! Damn, leave Archer here, don't go looking for him, we'll go first. Let him stay here, let General Fen take care of him."

Shadi urged Magnus on the platform to hurry and get on the train; don't give a damn about your teacher, that mentally challenged guy really doesn't care. You're really a man of sentiment and righteousness, brother.

"It's been ages since I teamed up with Ox to gut someone. A bit excited indeed."

Morison was eating a type of melon fruit unique to Mulong while still watching Ox chop people. It's most pleasing to the eye, bold and sweeping, slicing at the waist, the upper body flies over ten meters away, delightful, all must die after seeing it.

He added: "Must wait for Magnus's teacher, without Old Man, how can we disgust those Narrow Sea folks."

Liszt felt a choke; if considering the arguing on two forum boards as a war, Old Man is absolutely at nuclear weapon level, even those Yellow Card Level investigators experience Cthulhu-like indescribable ultimate stench from East Sea.

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Holy Spirit Calendar, Twenty-Seventh Century, Liszt [author]

Beyond the green mountains, beyond the towers outside: The epitome of mental deficiency.

You idiot chump in the realm of Sun Zhongmou, depression and frenzy burst forth, way below the head.

Splendid performances become illusions: Drunken eyes and chaotic world.

With lights and moon dream of grand chapters, laughing and cursing the false fame of the floating pagoda, joy knows no bounds.

Liszt contemplated, I put Archer in Narrow Sea, fired those two-way foils, by month's end, Archer got the MVP.

That's biochemical weapon level.

"Come on, what's actually being done here! Really left, didn't wait."

Rein already disliked hot weather, and Mulong was always with blazing sun daily.

"Old Man seems to be placing a copper coin on the tracks, waiting to see if it gets flattened."

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