Translated by XephiZ

Edited by Aelryinth

Mo Fan purposely went back to the city as he did not want to be played like a fiddle by Harper. However, the hotels were reluctant to give him a room.

It was Mo Fan's first time being discriminated against because he was a Mage, after being alive for more than twenty years!

There were all kinds of people in this world. He had no choice but to return to Harper's place.

Seven hundred for a night was the normal price of a room for a hotel, although the service was not as great. The only relief was the great scenery.

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Mo Fan grabbed Harper by the collar and snarled, "I dare you to say that again!"

"Seven hundred each person for a night. Trust me, those guys you met today won't let you find a place to stay in Jade Bay City. Even if there is, the price is definitely a lot higher than what I'm charging! The guy who spat in your dish is Frank. He's a core member of the Black Church. They always target young Mages like you. Old Mages usually have a worse temper and are stronger, so they won't dare to provoke them," Harper said.

"Mo Fan, forget it, we are here for serious business. We shouldn't mess with those idiots. People like them aren't really a problem, but they definitely think they are better than anyone when they are acting like retards. We are only going to waste our time," Mu Bai said.

"People who died once do have the proper attitude. I'm not angry because of the Black Church. I'm angry because of him!" Mo Fan pointed at Harper.

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They ended up staying for the night after paying the money.

Crete had a lot of members of the Black Church, so no one treated them seriously, even if they claimed they were representing the Parthenon Temple.

"The Tyrant Titan's moves are a little strange. Normally, they pay great attention to the weather. Looking at the seasonal changes this year, they should only show up when the snow melts and the flowers blossom, around April, but it's only March now..." Mu Bai was very serious about the mission. He started discussing matters as soon as they sat down.

Perhaps he was tired of lying in a coffin like a dead man. He had been very motivated to do things after he came back to life!

"Perhaps it's a Tyrant Titan who's having trouble adjusting its biological clock?" Zhao Manyan wondered.

"Do you think everyone sleeps during the day and comes out at night with no discipline whatsoever, like you?" Mu Bai huffed.

"I can't help it, I'm not a little virgin like someone here. If I was not full of energy at night, a lot of women would be disappointed," Zhao Manyan countered instantly.

Harper was cutting vegetables and fruits. He swung his knife around and said, "I totally agree with you!"

Zhao Manyan raised his brows. He observed Harper carefully and recalled what he had said about saving up money to hook up with chicks. He rubbed his chin and said, "It seems like you're an expert, too!"

"Of course, here, let me show you something, hehe!" Harper seemed intrigued. He immediately took out a well-hidden notebook from his room.

Zhao Manyan looked at the notebook as Harper was flipping through the pages.

"What are these? Does every line represent the day you haven't had sex? I saw a lot of prisoners using the same way to count the days they have been in jail," Zhao Manyan noticed.

"It means a home run, the women I have had sex with are from all over the world. These were from Europe, these were Americans, and these were Asians... have a count!" Harper said confidently.

"How funny, you're just a good-for-nothing on an island. Do you think the ladies are like cabbages that you can just pick up from anywhere?" Zhao Manyan scoffed.

"I don't need to be rich, I just need to live in Crete. The romantic sea guarantees me an endless supply of women. I'm not even jealous of kings when I stay here..." Harper sighed happily.

"Are you sure this isn't a list of guests?" Zhao Manyan flipped through the pages.

"I never kept a list of my guests. It's the list of the women I hooked up with… hey, where are you going? Aren't we going to share our experience? I can tell you are an expert too. It might not be summer yet, but there are some good local chicks too. I might not be rich, but I can show you around," Harper offered.

"Screw you, I'm not that kind of a person. I only choose the best! Do you understand?" Zhao Manyan said angrily.

He went outside the house and drank a few mouthfuls of cold water.

He was feeling uncomfortable. It was very easy for someone who was so rich that he could even use money as fuel to pick up chicks. He initially thought he was at the top of the world when it came to hooking up with ladies, yet a good-for-nothing on an island to the south of Greece had dominated him, sleeping with twice the number of women he had!

Zhao Manyan had already counted. It was exactly twice his total!

He did not mind if someone's cultivation was stronger than his, but how could he possibly allow anyone to sleep with more women than him? He must have wasted too much time following Mo Fan around, forcing him to put his great work aside and allowing a nobody to surpass him!

His pride was hurt!

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Mo Fan was woken up by the uproar from the market in the distance early in the morning.

Did something happen?, he wondered.

He quickly rose to his feet and used Blink to travel to the market. He did not even take the time to brush his teeth and wash his face, as he was worried the Tyrant Titans might attack the market.

The Crete Market was huge. Many of the nearby islands and towns needed to get their supplies from somewhere. The market opened twice every week. Many vendors gathered there early in the morning. The residents of the different islands would also visit the market in the morning to buy fresh food.

The market was located on a harbor, where boats of different colors were docked. Many blokes with their upper bodies bare were carrying boxes of fruits and fish.

"Leave our islands, leave our islands, Crete doesn't welcome you. You will only bring us disaster!"

"Leave, we don't need you!"

Mo Fan heard loud shouts from the market. He saw a group of men in crimson outfits moving slowly through the market with banners. They were following a group of Mages who seemed to be Hunters.

"Protesting against the Mages in the market?" Mo Fan was shocked.

He thought the Black Church only consisted of a bunch of retards with nothing better to do, yet there were so many of them at the market. They had even started a protest on the spot.

The group of Mages was most likely a Hunter Group who had just arrived at the island. They had stumbled into members of the Black Church right away. It must be very annoying!