The Innkeeper

Chapter 1407  Am I interrupting?

"Are you insane?" Trunchbull questioned, right before sucking all the meat off the drumstick she was eating, and then pulling another one out of thin air.

Lex raised an eyebrow. Trunchbull was not strong - she was a mere Nascent soul cultivator. He guessed she was, at most, a century or so old so that meant she had the potential to become an immortal as well, but that was not something too impressive in front of Lex. But what intrigued him was that he could tell that the drum stick she pulled out of thin air… did not come from any spatial rings or anything like that!

His sensitivity towards space was more than enough to be able to easily determine such things. It was quite interesting. He could not help but wonder how exactly she had done it. But that was not a priority right now. After all, he also had a worker who had a unique ability which allowed him to pull out food from his pocket no matter how many times he reached into it.

"It has to be ghosts! Don't listen to this old fool, Wormwood. Everyone knows ghosts are afraid of salt - I saw it on that TV show Super Unnatural!"

"The only thing you had eyes for in that show was the car," Wormwood scoffed. "Besides, that's a TV show, not reality. Ghosts are afraid of the great Lord Dumpling!"

As if to ensure everyone knew what he was talking about, he once again raised his dumpling shaped pendant.

"You're all wrong. Ghosts are afraid of the power of Friendship," Lex said with a dignified face. "Oh, also Dragonfire. But mostly the friendship thing. Either way, I have a bet to settle, and so far I haven't been able to find any living holograms to prove my point! All the holograms I've come across are of people communicating from far away."

"I heard that once there was a man using a hologram to communicate with his wife who was far away, but was killed while it was still active. They say his soul got sucked into a hologram, turning him immortal," said Wormwood in a low voice, as he dipped his fries in some ketchup and ate them.

"Who was this man, who was his wife, and who is this 'they' you speak of?" Trunchbull questioned once more. "Anyway, it's either a ghost, or someone from the spirit race. Living projections don't exist."

Lex smiled, but did not know what to say. Why was this conversation being deviated even though he was trying to guide it in a certain direction? He had to say, these two foodies were really talented.

"Well, we can never know unless we investigate," Lex said. "Would you mind sharing where you found these projections so I can go investigate? If it turns out they really are projections, you'll also be proven right."

"You're right!" Wormwood said, pointing a fry towards Lex, lunging a blob of ketchup forward. Fortunately, the ketchup reached nowhere near Lex. "Go ahead and find out, will ya? And if you learn the truth, come back and let me know as well. Regardless, I found the projections in an old abandoned temple I found built on an asteroid belt within the WWF-007 quadrant of the Vino star system, Balleria Galaxy. Be careful on your way there if you do end up going. That whole star system has been designated a mining zone, and a few corporations are fighting over the rights to mine it. It's really messy."

"Thank you. I'll look into it, and whether they're projections or ghosts, I'll let you know."

Lex teleported away, leaving the two to continue eating and chatting amongst themselves. It was really incredible that they had managed to gain so much weight despite being cultivators. It was a rare sight.

Regardless, once he knew his destination, it was only a matter of time to reach it. The Emporium promptly delivered a box containing materials to him, and at the same time Powell whispered to him that the expansion to a new realm was almost complete.

Lex was also interested in learning about what new realm the Emporium expanded to. Maybe, through them, he could get his hands on some rare and exclusive materials.

Regardless, he did not focus on that too much, and instead bought himself a ticket and teleported over to the Vino star system.

The problem was, star systems were not small, and even excluding their size, the number of asteroid belts within them would be inestimable. Randomly looking for asteroid belts was not a feasible solution.

Of course Wormwood had told Lex the specific quadrant of the asteroid belt where he found the temple, but even then it would take too long. Lex was not really interested in wasting time, so he made use of a resource he had used many times before. He approached Vera, who was getting progressively dissatisfied with her mother these days - though the topic was no longer about her dating life. That didn't exist at all. Instead, it was about her father.

"I refuse!" Vera screamed as she threw a chair towards her mother. Of course, the chair never harmed Kristine, as Kristines cultivation was much higher than Vera, and simply used her spirit sense to catch it.

"You're acting like a spoiled child, child," Kristine said, in an exhausted voice. "He's your father. Previously we were imprisoned on Earth just so that they could lure him out of hiding. Now that he finally knows about…"

"I refuse!" Vera said, this time throwing a sofa. Her frustration was doubled, because she knew that throwing the furniture was futile even before she threw it. The problem was that her prophecies were beginning to get more and more unreliable.

If she, who's accuracy rate was countless hundred times higher than ordinary oracles, was having problems these days, then one could imagine the situation others were going through. But it couldn't be helped.

This was exactly why so many oracles, prophets and the like went into hiding after her conference. A Nexus event was coming, and leading up to it, prophecies would be entirely unreliable.

"Am I interrupting something?" Lex asked as he dropped in.

"No!" said Vera.

"Yes!" said Kristine.