CLVIII. Undead

The next day.

As soon as he woke up in the morning,

Liszt already knew where the art exhibition was.

Because last night, everyone had a damn good time.

They all visited the street prostitutes in the local slums, and these pirates certainly didn't care—breasts, hips, young enough, even if not that pretty, didn't matter as long as they were enjoyable to converse with.

This art exhibition had stirred up quite a fuss in Duguli; everyone knew about it except for the newcomers.

It was rumored that the original manuscript of "Acania Travelogue" would be showcased.

Although it wasn't a very ancient artifact, nor the most valuable, its fame made a great lure.

Nobles and gentry could join the auction at the end of the exhibition, and naturally, there was a VIP entrance for them.

The influence of Alan Royal Court had soared, reflecting in the diminished power of the local privileged class. Nobles indeed had privileges, but not many.