<h4>Chapter 122: The Man Who Lives on the Peak, Return to the Cult</h4>


    Mike wanted tough.


    Judging from Allen’s appearance, a sharpshooter had nothing to do with being “handsome”.


    Look at him.


    His cheeks were always flushed red because he was always drunk.


    His eyelids never seemed to open.


    His stubble and hair were always in a messy state that made him looked as if he was a homeless man.


    Therefore, Allen’s words were not persuasive at all.


    Of course, Mike did note to him for this. He just wanted to ask about something.


    “Hello, Allen. I want to ask you about someone.”


    Mike took the rum from the bartender’s tray, put it on the table, and pushed it in front of Allen.


    As an alcoholic, Allen naturally would not refuse this ss of rum.


    He immediately picked up the ss and gulped down arge mouthful.


    The rum in the ss immediately dropped by more than half.


    Allen looked at Mike with a burning gaze and did not say anything.


    Mike understood and turned his head with a smile.


    “Another ss of rum. Oh right, give this little tree spirit a ss of beer.”


    The book said that nts liked to drink beer. Perhaps many people did not know about this, but Mike happened to see it, so he knew about it.


    The little tree spirit Stone asked curiously, “What is beer?”


    “Beer?”


    Mike smiled and touched its head. “A drink that can replenish nutrients for you.”


    “Cool, I can’t wait to try it.”


    The little tree spirit Stone jumped off Mike’s shoulder andid on the bartender’s table.


    Allen, on the other hand, said very cooperatively,


    “Thank you for your rum, then… may I ask what God yer wants to know?”


    Allen said absent-mindedly while tasting the remaining rum in the cup as he looked at the bar counter.


    Mike looked at the drunkard in front of him and mentioned a name with a smile and a calm tone.


    “Kordontimus.”


    At this moment, Allen froze.


    His gaze turned from a drunken haze to an eagle-like sharpness.


    His expression changed from a cynical teasing to an unprecedented seriousness.


    He looked at Mike and asked word by word,


    “Where did you learn this name? Why are you looking for him?”


    The smile on Mike’s face became even more obvious.


    From Allen’s reaction, it could be seen that the king’s information was correct.


    “To tell you the truth, I heard it from the king.


    “There is a strong man named Kordontimus who left behind a sheepskin scroll. It seems that those who have the scroll can learn from Kordontimus.”


    As he spoke, he took out the sheepskin scroll, but he did not hand it to Allen. He only gave Allen a nce.


    However, this nce made Allen’s eyes reveal a hint of surprise.


    “That’s right, I this sheepskin scroll, it’s the only one in the world…


    “I mean, I didn’t expect that someone can actually obtain this.”


    Mike smiled as he put away the scroll and said,


    “In the eyes of those who pursue power, this scroll is priceless.


    “But in the eyes of many people, power is not as important as money. Perhaps someone identally obtained it and sold it for a good price, who knows?


    “None of this is important. Now that it’s in my hands, can you lead the way?”


    The second ss of rum was delivered by the bartender, but Allen did not continue drinking.


    He just looked at Mike. Only the little tree spirit was left at the bar with a happy sigh after tasting the beer.


    After a while, Allen took out a crumpled cigarette from his waist and lit it up.


    He took a deep breath, then looked at Mike and said,


    “I can tell you his approximate location, but I won’t take you there. Or rather, I never want to see him again.”


    “Why?” Mike showed an interested look.


    There must be a reason why Allen did not want to go there again.


    Though Allen shook his head and avoided his question. Instead, he continued,


    “You know about Violet Valley, right?”


    Mike nodded.


    “In Violet Valley lies the tallest mountain peak. Kordontimus is at the top of the mountain. You can go now.”


    After saying this, Allen leaned back on the chair and closed his eyes.


    Mike knew that the other party was unwilling to continue.


    He stood up and said with a smile,


    “Thank you for your information. Your expenses today are all on me.”


    He turned back to look at the bartender, but the bartender did not seem to have any objections.


    “Stone, let’s go.”


    Mike walked slowly to the bar counter and picked up Stone.


    However, Stone held the cup tightly and refused to let go.


    “Wait a minute, buddy, this drink is too cool. Let me finish it!”


    After Stone poured the remaining beer into its mouth, it reluctantly looked at the bar behind the bartender before leaning back on Mike’s shoulder.


    Mike felt that maybe Stone and Allen could be best friends.


    They really hit it off, in terms of drinking.


    ..


    After leaving the bar, Stone asked,


    “Are we going to Violet Valley now?”


    Mike thought for a moment and answered,


    “Yes, but we might pass by a ce on the way.”


    “Where?” the little tree spirit Stone asked curiously.


    “A cemetery.”


    “Ok ok, let’s go to the cemetery.” the little tree spirit Stone was always excited.


    Mike even wondered if Stone knew what “cemetery” meant.


    With that, the man and the tree left the City of Light.


    Violet Valley was in the West.


    Moreover, Victory City was in the middle of the City of Light and Violet Valley.


    In other words, they would pass by Victory City on the way to Violet Valley.


    Since they were going, they might as well go to the base of the cult.


    The distance was not far, and Mike soon arrived.


    This time, Mike did not see Tiffany in the cemetery. Perhaps the cult would change a corpse every time to recruit new people.


    Because he had been here once, Mike easily found the empty tombstone that had no inscriptions.


    He imitated Tiffany’s behavior and knocked on the tombstone.


    Then, the floor in front of the tombstone sank, revealing the hidden stairs.


    “Wow, this is really cool,” the little tree spirit Stone eximed.


    Mike smiled and directly stepped in.


    After walking through the long stairs and corridors, Mike arrived at therge room he had been to thest time.


    The ck-robed man was still standing there, exactly where he had been before, as if he would never move his position.


    Mike took a step forward and said,


    “I’ve finished what I was previously told to do.”


    When the ck-robed man heard this, he said in a somewhat dissatisfied tone,


    “I will record your contribution, but you took too long. Lord Evil God needs more nutrients.


    “Then, you should redo this mission again.”


    The ck-robed man issued this mission to Mike again.


    He felt that this new member should leave this ce toplete the mission.


    However, Mike did not do so.


    He smiled and said,


    “Well, the new mission has beenpleted. Please note my contribution.”