Chapter 824: Paradise for Indulgent People

Outside the Seven Rings Wizard Islands, there is a large area called the Lawless Land. The Indulgent Paradise is one of the most famous lawless places among them. It is also controlled by the Sea Clan King Siren Banshee, a place that combines chaos and order.

The Indulgent Paradise is a paradise for the lawless. Many masters who are not tolerated by the Wizard Islands have joined it. Another set of rules is implemented here, the naked jungle law and the law of interests. Killing is not a sin as long as you can afford the consequences of killing and making trouble.

Those who can survive in the Indulgent Paradise are either powerful or have backers. The worst ones also have one or two trump cards to scare others. Otherwise, it is really difficult to survive. This place is both heaven and hell.

Abu is a newsboy under the Black Pigeon of the Indulgent Paradise. At the age of sixteen, he has the identities of an intermediate warrior, a first-level wizard apprentice, a junior thief, a junior intelligence officer, etc. He is also a black tour guide and occasionally provides "high-quality" customers for some shops.

Today's intelligence is very hot. Abu started his day's work before dawn, carrying a large backpack weighing dozens of kilograms and a large stack of Black Pigeon Morning Newspapers.

"Five days ago, the drunk ghost ship appeared in the xxx sea area and encountered the Tianlai Song and Dance Troupe. The xx lich provoked the goddess Baihuayin. The Holy Kingdom Support Group took the initiative to attack, the drunk ghost ship was silent, the xx lich was seriously injured and fled, and the skeleton zombies under his command were all annihilated."

"Three days ago, the Ghost Whisper Pirates attacked the Tianlai Song and Dance Troupe in the xx sea area, and the leader, the Ghost Whisperer Abbas, took the initiative to provoke the goddess Baihuayin. The Mercenary Association Diana Saint Wizard fought alone and defeated the Ghost Whisperer Abbas Saint Wizard. The Ghost Whisper Pirates were completely annihilated, and Abbas escaped with his body and fled into the sea and disappeared."

"Yesterday, Paladin Adams led the Tianfei Plundering Group to attack the Tianlai Song and Dance Troupe, and 500 flying knights were completely annihilated. Paladin Adams was killed by the sister control group, the Asian Dragon Knight Jasmine. Kendall, and the deputy leader Lilith. Kendall, becoming the first sacrifice. Saint-level master."

"According to the accurate information obtained by the intelligence personnel in the front, the Tianlai Song and Dance Troupe will arrive at the Indulgent Paradise Island at noon today, and will conduct a seven-day tour cover in the Indulgent Paradise. If you want to get more latest and fastest news, please be sure to buy the Black Pigeon Morning News."

"Today's Black Pigeon Morning News is priced at five purple gold coins. There are more secret messages in it, secret messages of a demigod strongman."

The Black Pigeon Morning News is the flagship product of the Indulgent Paradise Black Pigeon Intelligence Agency. The price varies according to the value of the information. Usually, more than ten or twenty gold coins are considered good. When the value is high, there are also three or five purple gold coins. There was even one time when it was sold directly for the price of two magic stones, but such times are rare after all. This time, the price is five purple gold coins, which shows that the content is indeed worthy of attention.

Intelligence is very important,

Accurate intelligence cannot be ignored. If you want to survive in the Indulgent Paradise and want to get better, you must know some things. The Black Pigeon Intelligence Agency is an intelligence provider, an existence that many people in the Indulgent Paradise need to protect and rely on.

The pot-bellied old Ed is a businessman who runs an inconspicuous opera house. Every day, he rides a solid carriage made of steel to travel between the dilapidated opera house and the manor. The opera house covers an area of ​​10 acres but is located in a very remote place. There are less than 10 programs performed throughout the year, and they are all old-fashioned things. The name of the opera house also aptly reflects its characteristics: Classic Opera House.

Spreading classics and praising the beauty of the world is the purpose of the Classic Opera House. The repertoire they choose is only those so-called mainstream classics. The song and dance troupes performing here are never first-class.

Second-rate is the best, third-rate is common, and inferior goods can often appear on the stage. The classic musicals performed by the Classic Opera House are most likely to destroy the classics, but they can't resist the cheap tickets, and the occupancy rate can occasionally reach 10%.

Habitually bargaining with the newsboy for a few minutes, in the end, I still had to take out five hot purple gold coins to buy a Black Pigeon Morning News. The palm-sized newspaper was opened casually, and the floating light projection appeared out of thin air, and the headlines came into view one by one.

Old Ed took a quick look and found that most of the content was about the upcoming visit of the God of Music. The legendary experience of the Tianlai Dance Troupe on the road was recorded in a serialized form. It could be called a blockbuster movie, and the gorgeous pictures made people unable to stop.

"Is Adams dead? This idiot seemed to be very strong and helped the Siren Banshee to do a lot of shameful things. I didn't expect that he would die so easily. This sister control group seems to be not simple. Damn, the general information of the sister control group actually costs ten magic stones, and the confidential information costs one thousand magic stones. Why doesn't Black Pigeon go and grab it?!" Old Ed saw the price between the lines and almost smashed the morning newspaper with a slap.

The big slap was raised and put down, raised again and put down again. The expressionless driver's waist did not shake, the whip in his hand cracked, and two air streams of air came out of the nose of the bull-shaped monster pulling the cart, and it continued to move forward with a "tap tap tap" sound.

The carriage was pulled by oxen and had "Classic Opera House" clearly written on its body. There were also four large flags in the four corners, each of which listed the most "classic" programs they could show off. They were paraded through the streets every day, which was a form of advertising. Old Ed was very satisfied with advertising himself.

Every morning and evening, I strolled comfortably on the Boulevard debauchee. Not everyone can drive in this crowded place, but Old Ed is one of those who has the qualification.

In the middle of the street, a troubadour holding a harp looked around blankly. His clothes were clean but slightly old, with a short sword on his waist and a big backpack on his back. His boots were a little dirty. He looked around and looked out of place.

This is an outsider!

The goddess of music, Baihuayin, is the idol of all troubadours. Her every move is enough to attract the eyes and hearts of countless troubadours. When Baihuayin announced that the next performance venue was the Paradise of Debauchee, this famous lawless place welcomed more and more troubadours and music lovers.

"Bang!" The middle-aged troubadour felt a strong force coming from behind him. He staggered and almost fell down. A 14 or 15-year-old child in front of him hurriedly stepped half a step away to avoid the troubadour's frontal collision and half-hugged him in time.

"There are many people in the Paradise of Indulgence. Please don't look around when walking." The boy was an orc with stripes on his face and a pair of furry ears shaking slightly.

The troubadour hurriedly thanked him, and the boy nodded slightly and walked away leisurely, counting silently as he walked: one, two, three...

The troubadour patted his chest and suddenly found that his purse was gone. He turned his eyes to the direction where the boy had just left, and his feet suddenly exerted force and the whole person rushed out in an instant. There is no weak chicken in the profession of troubadour. Weak people cannot be troubadours. Traveling alone is dangerous.

After crossing three street corners, the troubadour did not find his purse, but found two bodies lying in a pool of blood. One was the boy who had just helped him, and the other was a tall orc of the Barbarian Bull Tribe, who was the one who hit him from behind.

"Praise the goddess, the lawless land is too dangerous. May the glory of the goddess be able to influence and save these corrupt souls." The troubadour gestured a prayer action newly formulated by the goddess of music.

"Praise the goddess, this is a paradise for the lawless like us, may the glory of the goddess sublimate your soul!" A gloomy voice sounded behind him, and the faint bloody smell made the bard stiffen.

"The devil's lackey?" The bard took two steps forward and turned quickly, and saw the tall and ferocious figure at the entrance of the alley. He couldn't help but show a trace of horror on his face. The blood-red clothes were indeed stained with blood, and the corners of his mouth were cracked 180 degrees, and his sharp canine teeth were daunting.

"Wrong answer, we are believers of the hunting goddess. In this free world, we hunt prey freely and offer them to the great hunting goddess." A voice came from the top of his head, and it was also a blood-red figure, but the breath on his body was a little stronger.

"The hunting territory in this world is the paradise of my Lord. That damn false god tried to get involved in my Lord's kingdom of God, which is absolutely unforgivable!" On the roof on the other side, a girl covered in blood was sitting, playing with a bone-cutting scimitar in her hand, and the blood on her hand was still fresh.

"You will be my sixth sacrifice to the goddess today. Her Majesty is very satisfied with your sacrifices. Thanks to that false god, there will not be so many bards in our paradise for us to hunt."

"Stop talking nonsense. Anyone who invades our paradise will be killed without mercy!"

The bard was very helpless to find that more than ten blood-red figures had surrounded him, "Bloody Hunting Evil God's followers! It is indeed a corrupt and lawless place. You blasphemers will eventually be purified by the light of the gods!"

A roar was heard incessantly. Not far away, a carriage pulled by a demon bull came "clacking" and passed by the trembling. More than a dozen bloody hunting believers saw the bull cart and quickly took advantage of the battle to take their spoils and disappeared after a few ups and downs.

Old Ed didn't even look outside in the oxcart, his fingers tapping lightly on the table, "Is the Goddess of Music Baihuayin coming at noon today? I wonder if I can make more money by inviting her to my opera house? Tsk tsk, hunting bards, bloody hunting cultists? Interesting, getting more and more interesting. But this is the real paradise for indulgent people, isn't it?"