Chapter 3362
The First Heir
The cab driver looked at Philip in surprise but did not say anything. He immediately started the hover
cab and sped through the air.
Philip, who was sitting in the back row, took out his communicator and sent a message to Emily, Iris,
and Leopard, telling them that he had left the territory of the ancient dragon and hoped they would
meet again in the future. He had no idea if they could receive this message.
After sending this message, Philip shut down the communicator and threw it into the space ring.
Glancing at the densely packed tall metallic buildings outside the window, as well as the neon
signboards that were not very bright in daylight, Philip sighed.
If this trip went well, maybe he could see them again before the next stargate opened, but if the time
was insufficient, it could be regarded as the last farewell.
The cab stopped in an old town southeast of the city.
âThe fare is 130 star dollars.â
Philip took out a communicator he had gotten from a member of the Moon Worship Creed earlier and
transferred the money.
Fortunately, the communicators of those people were relatively low-level with hardly any security
system, and the data would not be automatically destroyed after the ownerâs death.
Meanwhile, Leroyâs communicator had turned into a pile of scrap metal. He did not know if bars were
open at noon. Philip opened the door and walked into an old bar.
âWeâre not open for business during closing time. Please come back laterâ¦â A skinny bartender was
wiping the counter.
âIâm not here for a drink.â
Philip was uncertain. This place looked like a regular bar from all angles, so he could only take a
gamble. He avoided the cleaning robot and walked up to the bar counter.
He pressed his hat and said in a low voice, âI want to get a communicator.â
The bartender said calmly, âSir, this is a regular bar.â
However, when the bartender heard Philipâs words just now, his hands obviously paused, and Philip
caught this detail.
âWhat about this?â
With a smile on his face, Philip took out a piece of mithril the size of a fist and continued to speak in a
low voice.
Since being in business for so long, the bartender had never seen anyone trade precious metals
before.
âPlease wait a minute. Iâll call the boss.â
The bartender pressed a button under the bar counter.
Soon, a tall burly man walked out of the elevator and said fiercely to the bartender, âWhatâs the
urgency?â
âBoss, we have a customer.â
The tall man had noticed this mysterious man with a hood sitting at the bar without saying a word.
He stepped forward and asked, âWhat do you want to buy, sir?â
Philip looked sideways at this man with a chubby face and said, âI want a communicator with my data
recorded.â
After saying that, he tapped the piece of mithril sitting quietly on the counter.
Mithril of this size was at least two kilograms and worth at least half a million star dollars. Getting a new
communicator would only cost tens of thousands of star dollars.
The man grinned and said, âPlease come with me, sir.â