Chapter 428: LXIII. Home Tutor
In Aran territory.
Chenxi Port.
At a high-end inn where the Gione nobles were staying, Liszt, posing as an attendant of Isis, could move unimpeded within Aran, even though his identity was concealed.
Yet roles were reversed, with Isis more like his own attendant.
A noble young miss like her was definitely unaccustomed to bloody, horrifying scenes; she had not only never seen a killing, but had never even watched fish being slaughtered backstage in the kitchen.
Under Liszt’s exaggerated tales, he described how he had turned his fortune from being a salty fish, started from scratch, and skipped all the dirty tricks to paint an extraordinarily righteous picture.
Robbing trains was for world peace, to slow down Aran’s pace and save the Western Continent’s people from desperate plights—the money stolen was likewise distributed to the poor.
Put it this way, the Western Continent had its own stealthy predator.
With abundant sunlight.
Walking onto the high-rise suite’s scenic balcony with vine plants hanging from the pot stand next to transparent glass tables and two chairs—Liszt and Isis were having afternoon tea on a leisurely summer’s day.
At the same time, Liszt glanced over the latest newspaper, his attention caught by news of Mulong being a jewel of Aran, and unrest in the Beima Duchy.