Chapter 153: Travelogue

Mobet was already well-acquainted with walking through Tudor Castle, and he asked what was different about this gathering compared to the previous ones.

"We have invited some Elves from Sonia Island; this is an extremely rare opportunity to witness the legendary Elf Race."

"The Elf Race..." Mobet recalled the records regarding the Elf Race.

The members of the Elf Race were not few in number; under the stance of a certain person, the Storm Church did not carry out mass slaughters, so the environment for the race's survival was actually quite good, and there were even signs of integration with humans on a small scale.

It was just that these Elves had basically migrated to Sonia Island, while the rest were scattered on some small islands outside the two continents; they were quite rare here in the Northern Continent.

"We have also organized a private trading session, don't walk too fast," a young man from the Tudor Family suddenly said.

Mobet understood in his heart and nodded imperceptibly.

In the capital of the Solomon Kingdom, many things could not be placed in the open, such as certain Potion formulas and Characteristics of the "Black Emperor" Pathway, as well as certain rare items that young nobles had swiped from their families.

Some people had needs, and some things needed to be sold, which led to certain private gatherings among young nobles, and the Tudor Family often hosted such gatherings.

Mobet and his companion soon arrived at the banquet venue, where the various social interactions were no different from usual, mostly about cultivating friendships between nobles.

However, those few Elves from Sonia Island were being wantonly scrutinized by many nobles, and some Elves were already unable to suppress their own anger.

But this was the era of the Empire, and those present were all young nobles, so these Elves had no choice but to suppress themselves.

"I don't like these Elves," Mobet communicated with his friend, "They are too irritable; I feel like I would get beaten up just walking with them."

"Indeed!" Many nobles felt the same way.

"However, I think the Elves' dark blue hair is quite good-looking," Mobet commented.

The people around them had strange expressions, but they couldn't really say anything; in the Solomon Empire, there had never been a mainstream aesthetic—as long as it was twisted enough, it was fine.

The slightly boring banquet ended, and many of the guests did not leave immediately, but instead, under the arrangements of the Tudor Family, entered a more hidden underground palace to conduct some transactions between Beyonders.

"Where are the people from the Abraham family?" Mobet found a corner, stole some fire, lit a cigarette, and searched for members of the Abraham Family.

He had wanted to get his hands on the Starry Sky Travelogue of their ancestors from the Abraham family for a long time, but he had never been able to do so.

"However, I heard recently that Duke Bethel Abraham has not appeared for several years, so the rules of their family should have loosened a bit."

Mobet muttered, crushed the cigarette, and walked toward the familiar members of the Abraham Family.

"Erwin!" Mobet found the member of the Abraham Family and pulled him to the other side, "Do you have any travelogues that you've stolen... *cough cough*, borrowed out?"

"No!" This member of the Abraham Family shook his head directly, "Don't even think about it; these Starry Sky Travelogues were all written by high-Sequence family elders, and it is very difficult for us to borrow them."

"Is that so..." Mobet was somewhat unwilling, "How about I go steal a travelogue from my home, and you take it back to exchange for one for me?"

"No, how could those travelogues of yours compare to the Starry Sky Travelogue? Those elders won't agree," Erwin Abraham refused; he was very proud of his own family and had a strong yearning for the Starry Sky.

This was a characteristic of the Abraham Family, and many people were even more in awe of them because of this.

Only this family was capable of exploring that boundless Starry Sky.

"Hey! You look down on people? Who doesn't have an Angel in their family?" Mobet glared, "The travelogue I'm going to steal was written by the old man in my family himself; it's his observations from when Balam was founded, and it even..."

"Contains information about that ancestor of the Amon Family!"

The Amon Family... had already appeared and created all kinds of terrifying legends, making even the Duke families wary, and even somewhat fearful.

Erwin Abraham's eyes lit up upon hearing this, and he nodded immediately, "Fine! As long as you can steal it, even if I have to go lie down in my grandfather's room, I'll borrow one for you!"

"Deal!" Mobet finally fulfilled a wish.

In a great mood, Mobet walked around the Beyonder gathering and saw a book bound in parchment on a table in front of a noble youth he was not very familiar with.

The cover of the book was dark brown, and a small note was stuck on the cover, with a line of text written in Ancient Hermes—"Groselle's Travels".

"Another travelogue..." Mobet felt a certain coincidence, but he did not think deeply about it; instead, he developed enough interest in this travelogue.

"How do you trade this travelogue?" Mobet asked the noble youth.

"Are you from the Zoroast Family?" The noble youth recognized Mobet and then stated his requirement.

"I need a Magical Item capable of Stealing Beyonder abilities."

Mobet frowned; the value of such a Magical Item was not too great, but for the Zoroast Family, it was a bit excessive.

In the capital of the Solomon Kingdom, Potion formulas and Characteristics related to the great nobles were strictly controlled, as they were the foundation of these great nobles.

And things from the "Marauder" Pathway were generally only available from the Zoroast Family.

Mobet wanted to haggle, but for some reason, he felt a strong desire the moment he saw this book, and he couldn't wait to buy it and take it home to read.

In the end, he nodded, fished out a ruby Ring from his person, threw it to the other party, and took the book into his hands.

"Got it; it's best to go back early and steal the old man's travelogue..." Mobet had no intention of staying here any longer and secretly left Tudor Castle.

Just a few seconds after Mobet walked out of Tudor Castle, a priest arrived outside the castle.

The priest's clear eyes glanced in the direction where Mobet had disappeared, then withdrew his gaze and calmly walked into Tudor Castle; the Demigod Beyonders present were unable to even notice Him!

"Adam!" Alistair Tudor, who was resting at the highest point of the castle, looked at Adam, who was walking over slowly, and his expression turned heavy.

This was the second time Adam had found Him.

"I have no interest in what you say, nor do I have any intention of betraying His Majesty!" Alistair Tudor said coldly, stating his attitude.

"Have you not seen Trensost for a long time?" Adam did not mind Alistair's hostile attitude, but instead walked calmly into the room where Alistair was, sat down on a chair, and asked with a smile.

Alistair's expression suddenly stiffened, and a hint of madness danced in his eyes.