Wallis finally began to understand why Abel was so loyal to the demon.
His attitude shifted to one of respect as he bowed deeply to Rust, then placed the items he had purchased into his spatial pouch.
Because he had come in a hurry and didn’t have a merchant convoy, he had bought this five-square-meter spatial pouch through the connections of a noble specifically for the purpose of restocking.
After acquiring enough goods, he took the elevator out of the Abyss.
Outside Vista City, several luxurious carriages were parked.
The guards inside the city immediately became alert, exchanging glances before moving forward, drawing their swords and questioning, “Who goes there? Do you have a pass?”
In recent days, many outsiders had indeed come to Vista City, usually seeking to visit the demon shops in the Abyss, looking worn out and eager to take brief rests.
However, these imposing caravans looked nothing like those individuals; their aggressive demeanor strongly suggested they had no good intentions.
One of the shorter guards stepped forward, fulfilling his duty to protect the city: “Outsiders must show a pass; otherwise, you cannot enter the city.”
A voice came from within the carriage, incredulous, “Do you even know who I am? Look at the family crest on this! I am from the main city of Caldera!”
“Who cares which main city you come from? Outsiders must have a pass to enter Vista City!”
“Just because you are a noble doesn’t mean you can ignore His Majesty the King’s decree; how arrogant! Vista has its own rules, and without a pass, we won’t let you in!”
Inside the carriage was none other than Viscount Hossorn, who never expected that the first obstacle he would encounter upon arriving in Vista City would be these clueless peasants.
He turned the ring on his unnamed finger, a cold smile forming on his lips. No one could stop him today; he was eager to see what this so-called shop was all about.
“Call your city lord out here and say that the Hossorn family has come to visit.”
The tall guard sensed the ominous aura and exchanged a look with another, prompting him to report to the city lord.
The shorter guard glanced at the carriage and hurried inside the city.
This commotion attracted many onlookers, who dared not approach too closely but quietly studied the impressive-looking carriage.
Hossorn furrowed his brow in annoyance, impatiently awaiting the city lord’s arrival.
Fortunately, the lord of Vista City did not keep him waiting long; soon, cheerful laughter broke the stalemate.
“It’s truly an honor for my humble town to host a viscount. Your presence elevates us greatly! Please, come in; those young guards did not recognize you and were thus inattentive. I hope you can forgive them!”
The city lord was a high-ranking warrior, stocky and simple-looking, standing like a small mountain at the city gate, continuously performing Tai Chi.
Hossorn glanced disdainfully at the city lord, saying, “Your city is indeed shabby, but I’ve heard there’s a rather impressive shop here. Nothing else matters; take me to that shop tomorrow. I plan to buy some things.”
His words came across as condescending, as if visiting the shop were a favor he was bestowing upon them, having no sense of something being amiss.
After all, he had been born a viscount, firmly separating himself from the people of these remote towns.
If he hadn’t been cornered this time, he would never have set foot in this small Vista City, tarnishing his identity in the process.
The city lord smiled foolishly on the surface but was inwardly dismissive. A mere viscount really thought of himself as a big shot.
The ongoing excitement of the demon shops in Vista City was certainly something the city lord had heard about; in fact, he had even fueled some of the commotion behind the scenes.
With such a powerful figure outside, their small and backward city finally began to see the light of day; who knows, they might even have a chance to rise someday.
The Fulfillment Sect within Vista City was booming, attracting countless former followers of the Light God’s teachings; the efforts of Abel alone were far from sufficient.
Moreover, there was only one temple of the Light God here, which was not prioritized by the teachings, sending just one bishop and neglecting further support.
Now, nearly everyone in Vista City had become devout followers of the Fulfillment Sect, a stark contrast marking an overwhelming advantage over the Light God’s teachings.
The Demon Lord had given them a new life, so naturally, they were willing to become laborers for him, their faith earnest.
Thus, when they heard Hossorn’s disrespectful words toward the Demon Lord, many couldn’t hide their displeasure.
“Please, it’s just a viscount. With all that fuss, I almost thought His Majesty the King had come personally!”
“We in Vista City are not like you in Caldera; we don’t show you any leniency, so be cautious—one wrong move, and you might find yourself trapped in the Abyss.”
“Ha, ha! Just a mid-tier warrior. Is there anyone in the city who isn’t starting out at mid-tier? High-tier warriors are everywhere. Nobles are unbelievably useless, even worse than commoners.”
Hossorn felt a throbbing pain in his temples, unable to bear their whispering any longer; he spoke darkly to the city lord, “Is this how you treat your guests in Vista City? If you don’t teach them a lesson today, I swear I won’t let it go!”
The city lord responded with a slight whine, “Your Excellency, please calm down; it’s just some uncultured commoners.”
After pondering a moment, he said with difficulty, “How about this, you can pick someone to vent your anger on; they are all commoners and definitely not as strong as you, Viscount. I won’t interfere! Just to help you feel better.”
Hossorn was flattered by the praise and immediately snickered in delight.
However, he was still cautious about making a random choice since he knew he was merely a mid-tier warrior without immense strength, fearing he could get himself into trouble.
Just then, a scrawny, short man was kicked out, stumbling and collapsing onto the ground, looking terrified.
“Please, my lord, don’t kill me!” he cried in disarray, covering his head and pleading for mercy, appearing utterly defenseless.