Chapter 27: The New Nobles – Section 5

While the entire space station was in an uproar, our newly appointed noble, the great Lord Bor, was no longer at his post.

Star Station 763, The Fallen Angel Bar.
It was a small bar—small enough to cover just over a hundred square meters—and located in an inconspicuous corner of the busy district. Unless one was a regular, few would notice it. The bar had only a tiny entrance, with its broken neon lights flickering irregularly, as if they hadn’t been repaired in tens of thousands of years. To enter, one had to walk down a corridor hundreds of meters long.

Indeed, The Fallen Angel Bar was situated underground. Yet, despite its hidden location, its name was quite famous throughout the space station. It was known as the filthiest place in the entire station, with enough drugs and illicit substances found there each year to fill an entire transport fleet.

Speaking of drugs, they did exist in this world—and were even very popular. But unlike on Earth, these drugs had been modified, with all harmful substances removed. As a result, they were no longer taboo substances that made people recoil in fear but had become popular recreational items. Apart from their still-high prices, they could hardly still be called drugs.

Illicit substances, on the other hand, had completely taken their place.

As the name suggests, illicit substances were medicinal materials banned by the imperial authorities. Their range was broad, but only a few types were available for sale at The Fallen Angel. Generally, they were highly potent hallucinogens hundreds of times stronger than drugs, and it was because of these that The Fallen Angel became notorious. On Star Station 763, it was almost a gathering place for all kinds of thugs and criminal gangs.

Strangely enough, despite being such a chaotic and filthy place, the station’s authorities never took any effective action against it. Even routine inspections were carried out only infrequently, usually with advance notice. Over time, a rumor spread among the criminals: that The Fallen Angel Bar was protected by some noble Moor. It was said this noble was even a high-ranking marquis or something similar…

The rumor couldn’t be trusted. But The Fallen Angel Bar indeed had a backer—and that backer was someone no one would have expected. Miss Veri.

So, Black Hair naturally found himself here. Like all regulars, he ordered a Fallen Angel and enjoyed his leisure time after completing his tasks. After all, this bar had now become part of his property. It wasn’t complicated. In fact, it was one of the perks that came with being the chief bodyguard of Miss Veli. Since he was originally an armed merchant, becoming her confidant naturally affected his business. But as a kind-hearted lady, Miss Veli certainly wouldn’t let her confidant suffer. So she gave him this bar as a gift. Don’t underestimate this unassuming bar. Though it had a poor reputation, its actual profits were astonishingly high. Among Miss Veli’s properties at Station 763, this seemingly unimportant bar accounted for 20% of the profits, which speaks volumes. If not for these huge profits, Miss Veli wouldn’t have backed it. But as a result, Black Hair reaped great benefits. Since he already had little business of his own, what loss could there be? This bar was practically free for him. On the other hand, as a newly promoted noble, he would eventually receive a fiefdom. But since he had just been promoted with no merits yet, this reward seemed distant. “Bang!” A huge glass smashed on the bar, shaking the surrounding items. Blood Eye’s loud voice rang in Black Hair’s ears. “Boss!! More… another one!! Fallen Angel… large size!!” Frowning, Black Hair noticed that Blood Eye seemed a bit out of control. This Fallen Angel was truly a powerful hallucinogen—even a tough warrior like Blood Eye couldn’t hold on for long. In just half an hour, he was already drunk as a skunk. The four Blood Wolf pirates who came with him were the same—each lying on the bar, drinking heartily with glazed eyes. Whispers arose around the bar. With Blood Eye causing such a disturbance, Black Hair felt countless eyes fixed on him. He glanced around and saw that the crowd had stopped talking, staring at Blood Eye with surprise. What, was there something wrong? Black Hair was stunned.

Of course he didn’t know—it wasn’t just wrong; it was utterly wrong. From the beginning to now, Xue Tong had already drunk five cups of Fallen Angel liquor. And they were all served in extra-large glasses, those wooden ones, similar to the big beer mugs used by dwarves in movies, big enough to rival small barrels here!
The problem was that Xue Tong and the others were drinking beverages containing Fallen Angels!
It was a highly potent hallucinogen, classified as a prohibited drug. Generally, just a drop could make a cow dance ballet. It was precisely this fierce effect that made the Fallen Angel Bar instantly famous. In the underworld of Star Station 763, who didn’t know the power of this hallucinogen?
So when everyone in the bar heard that Xue Tong wanted another drink, their eyes widened in shock. Their gazes at Hei Fa and the others were as if they were looking at a bunch of monsters.
But Hei Fa and the others did indeed resemble monsters. The Por race they pretended to be were originally strong-built, with muscles as thick as steel. It was only because of their gentle personalities that they had remained the most inconspicuous commercial sub-tribe in the Moor Empire. But this common sense didn’t apply to Hei Fa and the others!
Who were the Blood Wolf Pirates by Hei Fa’s side? They were all seasoned pirates and ruffians who had experienced countless battles, each with hands stained with the blood of countless lives. If they all washed their hands together, it would likely dye the Thames River red. Expecting such people to show a gentle personality was nothing short of absurd.
Thus, a group of people with the strong physiques of the Por race and bloody eyes was born. And when they approached this bar, they were already watched by countless people.
Those watching Hei Fa’s group were none other than the notorious criminal organization “God Devourer” from Star Station 763.
Speaking of this organization, it was famous not only in Star Station 763 but throughout the entire Moor Empire. It was said that all its members were Qunt people with strong national pride, possessing unparalleled cohesion. They were also the only group in the Moor Empire that didn’t acknowledge the War Goddess Tia! A true rebel group.

Strangely enough, the Moor Empire did not ban such an organization; instead, it allowed it to grow stronger. Countless years have passed since the conquest of the Quint people’s territory, and this organization has become increasingly powerful, even forming a force that covers the entire Moor Empire. Every star station within the Moor Empire faces severe threats due to the existence of this organization, forcing every leader to work even harder without slackening.

It was this organization’s leader at Star Station 763—Quintian Sharo—who had their eyes set on Blackhair. Blackhair’s rapid rise in status had obviously attracted the attention of various factions, and Devouring Gods was undoubtedly one of the most powerful among them. However, Blackhair was backed by Miss Wei Li, so ordinary factions simply didn’t dare to harbor any illusions.

But this posed no problem for Devouring Gods. As a rebel organization, it made no difference to them which noble faction Blackhair belonged to. All they cared about was whether they could use Blackhair—for mutual benefit if necessary.

Unfortunately, because of Blackhair’s rapid rise, they didn’t have time to gather information about his background and preferences. So now they had to send Sharo, the person in charge of Star Station 763, to make contact and gather some insights about Blackhair first. Currently, this Quintian was hiding in the shadows of a bar, patiently observing Blackhair and his group, a cold glint in his eyes from time to time.

One hand pressed on the glass. Blackhair shook his head to stop the bartender from serving more. Turning his head, he frowned. “Bloodpupil, you’ve had enough.”
“Not… not enough? Boss, the wine here tastes great… Hehe… You should try some too.” Bloodpupil, with drunken eyes, giggled as he spoke. Hearing this, the Bloodwolf pirates around him immediately joined in, raising their glasses high.
“Captain… let’s drink together!”

Seeing this, Blackhair’s frown deepened. He could tell that his subordinates were in a strange, hallucinatory state. Though they seemed drunk, it wasn’t actually the case—otherwise, they wouldn’t ignore his orders.

Thinking of this, Blackhair’s expression turned cold. He grabbed a bucket of ice water nearby and poured it over them. The freezing liquid made all the pirates shudder violently, their faces contorted in pain. They tried to stand up from the bar, but were unable to.

Just then, a somewhat cold voice suddenly sounded beside the dark-haired man.
“Lord Baker, you needn’t bother anymore. Your subordinates will likely never be able to stand on their own feet in this lifetime.”
Who!? The dark-haired man turned around abruptly…