Chapter 472: A Shareholder of the Tavern!

Standing at the town gate, Loren withdrew his gaze from the whirlpool of white clouds in the sky after receiving that noticeably incomplete piece of information.

He pretended nothing had happened, and turned to look at the little sprite sitting on his shoulder.

Seeing her face flush red again, Loren immediately formed a rough guess in his mind.

This spiritual world was trying to secretly bypass Miss Jasmine and covertly transmit something to him...

However, judging from the current situation...

The level of intelligence the other side showed didn't seem very high...

Or, it was being constrained by something...

Just as Loren thought this, the voice from his shoulder interrupted his train of thought.

"Mr. Destiny, why are you staring at me like that?"

Miss Jasmine, her face still flushed, lowered her head and asked.

"Nothing, I just think you're very cute, Miss Jasmine," Loren said casually.

After saying that, he naturally walked toward the town ahead.

At this moment, the little sprite on his shoulder seemed to be about to simmer with embarrassment.

She kept murmuring some words he couldn't quite make out:

"Mr. Destiny..."

"This is too much... you can't tempt me like this..."

Loren, who stepped into the town, completely ignored the shy whispers from the sprite on his shoulder.

He had grown used to it.

Ever since he had applied a layer of Fortune to his spiritual phantom, the innocent little sprite had acted oddly, frequently slipping into a hazy state.

Loren could only attribute it to her spiritual body having extremely low resistance to Fortune.

Even basic sobriety was hard for her to maintain.

From this perspective...

This spiritual world must normally be subject to certain restrictions by Miss Jasmine...

Only when Miss Jasmine became somewhat muddled under the influence of Fortune could this spiritual world secretly convey things to me...

Walking into the town, Loren analyzed the state of this spiritual world in his mind while casually surveying this unique town inside the spirit realm.

On the town streets, dozens of scattered figures were moving along; occasionally, a few figures walked into a shop beside the street and never came out...

The sparse population in this town also revealed one thing to Loren:

"When there is no Shareholder Meeting, the shareholders who usually gather in this town are not many."

Those spiritual phantoms moving along the streets all emitted at least a Legendary tier aura.

A few even clearly exuded the powerful presence of the Demigod Tier.

These phantoms from various parts of the Star Realm, like Loren's own phantom, all maintained obvious disguises.

.......

When a new face entered this "shareholder town,"

the dozens of figures that had been walking along the streets a moment before all stopped and turned their gazes to the newcomer.

Even some heads of various shapes poked out from the shops along the street, staring at the male blonde elf who had just walked into town.

The reason Loren drew so much attention was simple: the little sprite named Jasmine perched on his shoulder was far too conspicuous...

"A new face," combined with "the curious sight of Jasmine the sprite leading him," meant Loren was a new shareholder who had come to this spiritual world for the first time.

As established shareholders of the same secret organization, they were naturally intensely curious about newcomers.

They were curious about the newcomer's background, curious about what services he could offer, curious about what services he needed.

......

Inside Illusionary Night's Dream tavern, the services each shareholder could provide were mostly different.

And the services each shareholder needed were also mostly different.

A new face meant the person might become your client, or you might become theirs.

Of course, if the new shareholder offered services that overlapped greatly with your own, then that new shareholder would be your "rival."

After all, Spirit Stones are limited. If others earn them, you earn less.

......

Relationships between shareholders of Illusionary Night's Dream were always straightforward.

If you were not in the same line of business, then you were polite acquaintances.

If you had purchased each other's services, you were sincere friends.

If you could buy from each other for a long time, you were trusted with "life-and-death" relationships.

After all, if your high-quality client dies, you lose that chunk of Spirit Stones.

......

For these mysterious shareholders, each at least of Legendary tier, the Endless Star Realm was a huge open market.

Everyone showcased themselves freely in this vast open marketplace.

If you had Spirit Stones or similar items, you were an absolute VIP client!

After reaching Legendary tier, everyone needed Spirit Stones!

And for these mysterious shareholders, Illusionary Night's Dream was a hidden major interaction center.

You could earn Spirit Stones here, obtain secret information, cooperate with others.

You could even arrange to fight offline.

......

Walking down the town streets and facing all these curious stares, Loren frowned slightly.

People here seemed not very versed in social etiquette...

In response to these overly curious looks, Loren returned each gaze one by one.

Then, he unexpectedly witnessed the shareholders' aesthetics when it came to "disguises."

What a peculiar bunch, he silently muttered.

In Loren's view, some shareholders had lazily chosen thick black robes to hide their distinguishing features.

Aside from differences in patterns and ornaments on the robes, there was almost no distinction.

Beneath the hoods, a cloud of mist of varying colors rose where their faces should be, like evil gods from another plane.

Loren roughly counted the colors of the mists enveloping their faces; they almost formed a color palette.

Terrible taste, gentlemen... Loren couldn't help but comment silently.

Some shareholders wore various styles of magical armor, heavy helmets covering their heads.

Because of the unique nature of magical armor, their styles and plate engravings differed, making them somewhat more identifiable.

......

The remaining shareholders had even more creative disguises.

For example, several shareholders who emitted human auras wore the visage of Abyssal Demons.

Flame demons, succubi, tormented demons, death knights, and golden skeletons...

Some Abyss shareholders with a sulfur scent, however, opted for human or orc appearances.

Human scholar with glasses, human noble in formal wear, a slightly dopey-looking minotaur, a green-skinned orc mage...

Of course, some shareholders chose Star Realm alien or elemental race appearances for their disguises.

Human-shaped insectoids with scythe-like arms, crystallized golems glazed from head to toe, fire elements wreathed in flames, snow elements with drifting flakes...

The last group of shareholders selected the images of powerful Star Realm species as their phantom disguises.

Titans wrapped in elemental power, multicolored dragons, angels with pristine white wings...

Compared to Loren's carefully designed male blonde elf mage image, these shareholders' disguises clearly highlighted the diversity of Star Realm species.

Their appearances together formed a painting of the Star Realm's myriad beings.

......

Finally, after returning looks to each of these shareholders brazenly staring at him, Loren formed a general understanding in his mind of their tiers and threat levels.

Loren scanned the bizarre shareholders from a distance and drew a silent conclusion:

With the tavern founder missing for five years, this place doesn't seem especially dangerous to me...

When Loren realized this, an unruly smile appeared at the corner of his mouth without his control.

Then I'll do a little probing first...

I hope the tavern founder won't blame me...