150: Chapter 150 The Spirit Medium

After passing through the gate that separated heaven from hell, the air that greeted them carried a faint scent of roses.

Cassandra couldn't help but exclaim, "It's simply two different worlds."

The surrounding environment instantly became upscale, and the roads were brand new. On the exquisite marble-paved ground, servants were constantly cleaning, ensuring every piece of marble was as clean and reflective as a mirror.

Even more astonishingly, the place where Xia Xingchen and his companions were standing was not indoors, but outdoors.

At the same time, it was equipped with a constant temperature system, precisely controlled at twenty-four degrees.

Following the intelligence provided by Ma Pingliang, Xia Xingchen immediately headed toward the Pirate Ship Tavern.

Xia Xingchen could tell where the tavern was at a glance; it was too conspicuous.

Ahead stood a sign shaped like a medieval Western pirate ship, and especially at the bow, the corpse of a mermaid was hanging.

He led the two people behind him and walked all the way to the Pirate Ship Tavern.

Upon reaching the door of the Pirate Ship Tavern, he discovered that the interior was a world of its own.

Although it looked like a dilapidated pirate ship from the outside, the level of luxury inside was in no way inferior to any aristocratic reception hall in the Empire.

Xia Xingchen quickly arrived at table number thirteen.

Just then, a waiter in a tuxedo handed over a menu.

The waiter bypassed Cassandra and Hecuba beside him.

In her eyes, the two girls in maid outfits behind Xia Xingchen were not qualified to order, and the menu had to be handed to Xia Xingchen, the only one qualified to order.

"Three servings of the number three set meal."

Xia Xingchen opened the menu, glanced at it, saw that the third set meal looked decent, and ordered it on the spot.

The reason he didn't order the first or second set meals was that the first was entirely alcohol for pirates, the second was entirely tobacco for pirates, and only the third was a proper meal.

"For three servings, that will be thirty gold coins in total."

Cassandra was shocked when she heard this and said, "That's too expensive."

Upon hearing this, the waiter's bright red lips curled into a smile, and a gentle yet seductive voice followed: "Little sister, it's not that the food is expensive, it's that the place where you're eating is expensive."

After finishing, the waiter took back the menu and walked away, swaying her waist.

Xia Xingchen signaled for Cassandra and Hecuba to sit down.

During the wait, Xia Xingchen looked around and quickly realized that many of the people present were not simple: there were pirates conspiring in the corners, and evil cultists wrapped in cloaks whispering to their companions.

Among them, Xia Xingchen also saw Transmigrators.

Not far away, a group of people had gathered around two tables, surrounding a large round table, seemingly waiting for someone.

Among them, the most eye-catching was a person with a full head of red hair, looking like a spirited young man.

The reason Xia Xingchen could recognize them at a glance was entirely because their behavior and mannerisms were completely different from the locals present.

Xia Xingchen just glanced at them and then withdrew his gaze; he didn't have the leisure to worry about such things.

Soon, a mysterious old man walked into the tavern. Without any hesitation, his gaze precise, he walked straight to Xia Xingchen's table and sat down.

Looking at his appearance, Xia Xingchen thought he didn't look like an intelligence broker, but rather more like a Psyker.

"Respected guest, you want to buy my intelligence, right?" A hoarse and weathered voice came from under the cloak.

Xia Xingchen said, "I heard that you have a way to destroy that battle moon."

The Psyker nodded upon hearing this.

"What is the method?"

Watching Xia Xingchen's anxious appearance, the Psyker picked up the beer beside him and took a gulp.

"Do you want to see the instructions given to you by the Tarot cards first?"

Xia Xingchen was instantly dumbfounded when he heard this. What did he mean by looking at the instructions given by the Tarot cards?

Although he knew that Tarot cards were a divination method permitted and recognized by the Empire, and that powerful Psykers could establish a psychic connection with the Emperor and then use Tarot cards to predict the outcome of human affairs.

But the problem was, Tarot predictions weren't necessarily accurate.

"Good heavens, don't tell me you're relying on Tarot cards to guess the weakness of the battle moon."

The Psyker was silent for a moment and looked at Xia Xingchen's eyes.

"Get me a dozen of the best beer, and I'll tell you."

Xia Xingchen looked at his eyes and didn't think he was lying.

He immediately rang the bell at the table, and the waitress walked over quickly.

"Bring out the best wine you have here and let him drink as much as he wants."

The waiter nodded and immediately brought over a dozen of the best red beer.

The Psyker's gaze was instantly nailed to the beer, his eyes filled with uncontrollable greed and impatience.

"Drink."

Having received Xia Xingchen's permission, the Psyker didn't say another word, immediately picked up the wine glass, and took a big gulp.

"Satisfying!"

Only then could his appearance be clearly seen; he was a middle-aged man over fifty, his face covered with scars from whip lashes.

"Want to know the weakness?" The Psyker swallowed the wine in his mouth, "One thousand throne gelt, and I'll tell you."

Hearing this, Xia Xingchen leaned back in his chair, a hint of disdain in his eyes.

"One thousand throne gelt—do you believe that if you walk out that gate, you'll be hacked into mincemeat on the spot?"

The Psyker thought for a moment, shivered, gritted his teeth, and finally stated his bottom line: "Eight hundred throne gelt, not a penny less."

Xia Xingchen nodded and agreed to the deal.

Cassandra pushed a money bag filled with gold coins in front of the Psyker.

With unbelievable speed, the Psyker quickly tucked it into his bosom.

Xia Xingchen looked at him again: "Now can you tell me the weakness of the battle moon?"

This time, the Psyker did not hesitate at all and directly stated the answer: "When you approach the battle moon, you will see a huge core gap exposed beneath its armored shell."

The Psyker described it vividly, as if he had seen it all with his own eyes, "What you need to do is use your strongest weapon to blast open that gap, triggering an internal explosion, which will blow the entire battle moon into ruins from the inside out, leaving nothing behind."

After listening, Xia Xingchen had a feeling that this old guy in front of him had likely boarded the battle moon; more accurately, he should have worked on the battle moon.

"How do you know so clearly?"

"You don't need to ask that question." The Psyker refused straightforwardly, clearly, this would stir up bad memories for him.

After speaking, the Psyker immediately got up, ready to leave.

Xia Xingchen kindly reminded him: "You should go through the back door; there seem to be a few guys at the front door waiting to have a chat with you."

As soon as Xia Xingchen finished speaking, everyone turned to look at the entrance, only to see two or three pirates already blocking the door.

They didn't dare to make a move where there were many people, but there were always times when someone was alone, and that was the best time for them to act.

Seeing this, the Psyker immediately changed direction and trotted out through the back door.

Xia Xingchen forked a piece of steak from the table and stuffed it into his mouth.

After swallowing the food, Xia Xingchen prepared to leave with Cassandra and Hecuba.

However, several figures blocked Xia Xingchen's path.

Xia Xingchen looked at the few people in front of him wearing pirate hats and holding scimitars.

"What, are the pirates short on money, preparing to rob guests on your own turf?"

Just as Xia Xingchen's voice fell, a voice rang out: "You are not one of our people."