If the Fire Tribe Messenger is really hidden in Hausen's Castle, once Yang Fei captures the Fire Tribe Messenger, he will naturally be able to learn of Dan Dan's whereabouts.

At the very least, Yang Fei can find some clues and then follow the trail, investigating all the way through.

With this in mind, Yang Fei made up his mind to investigate Hausen's Castle.

He turned around and grinned at the Scorpion King: "I hear you're quite rich?"

The Scorpion King was taken aback, not understanding Yang Fei's intent, but Sang En was already rubbing his hands eagerly.

"Of course he's rich, this bastard has been entrenched in the Mikaelo Underground World for so many years, trafficking in humans, arms, and even drugs—he's richer than the president."

Yang Fei snapped his fingers, turning to look at Sang En.

"Very well, all of this money is yours."

Sang En was momentarily stunned, looking at Yang Fei in disbelief: "What did you say?"

Yang Fei chuckled softly and said, "My partner, I never shortchange."

"This time, you risked your life to help me, and now that we've captured the Scorpion King, however much you can squeeze out of his hands, is up to your own skill."

Sang En could hardly believe his ears, staring at Yang Fei in disbelief.

"You don't want a single penny?"

The wealth the Scorpion King amassed during his years in the Mikaelo Underground World was an astronomical number for Sang En, enough to last him several lifetimes.

Nobody dislikes money, and Sang En also wanted the Scorpion King's accumulated wealth.

But as long as Yang Fei could give him even a little, squeezed out through his teeth, he'd be more than satisfied. He didn't expect Yang Fei to be so generous.

Yang Fei shook his head, patted his shoulder, and sincerely said.

"Listen to me, take a big sum, leave Aiji, and take your eight wives and kids as far away as possible, never to return."

Sang En nodded, his eyes moist, and he embraced Yang Fei.

"Generous sir, I will remember you, goodbye."

Yang Fei helped him push his Qi-Blood through the main acupoints, unsealing the sealed Qi-Blood in his Dantian, then waved goodbye to Sang En and walked away with big strides.

The Scorpion King was already incapable of resistance, with Sang En's ruthless methods, he was bound to make a fortune.

As for what happens afterwards, it was beyond Yang Fei's control.

By evening, Yang Fei had arrived just 30 kilometers from Mikaelo, outside Count Hausen's Castle.

Hausen Castle was a cluster of ancient buildings, basking in golden sunset afterglow, appearing particularly magnificent and majestic.

Outside Hausen Castle was a small market, bustling and lively.

Beyond the market was a barren desert region.

It was clear that the market's existence heavily relied on Hausen Castle.

Yang Fei walked into the long street only to find it full of flower vendors, with roses, violets, and calla lilies in full bloom, their fragrance wafting through the air.

Moreover, the entrances of the shops along the street were adorned with colored ribbons and lights, creating a festive atmosphere.

Curiously, Yang Fei used the opportunity of buying cigarettes to inquire from a shop owner.

The shopkeeper's wife giggled and told Yang Fei that today was an important festival for the locals, called the Heart Festival, similar to Huaxia's Qixi Festival.

On this wonderful festival, young men and women who admire each other can confess their feelings.

Boys can give flowers to the girls they like, and even if the girls don't like the boys, they cannot refuse the gift.

If a girl likes the boy, she can offer a kiss as a sign of her affection.

Yang Fei smiled and couldn't help but think of the women back home, feeling a stirring of tenderness in his heart.

Just then, an Asian girl with a flower basket walked over from one side of the street.

The girl appeared to be only sixteen or seventeen, slightly delicate, with long, straight black hair.

She had an Oriental oval face, charming and spirited, but her blue eyes and straight nose revealed her as a beautiful mixed-race girl.

Yang Fei noticed the black-haired girl at first glance, as her Oriental features were very distinct.

Moreover, Yang Fei vaguely sensed the girl's robust Essence Qi within her, exceptionally strong.

At the second glance, Yang Fei noticed the unusual flowers in the girl's basket.

Golden petals, resembling golden butterflies perched on flower stems, were vivid and lifelike.

The girl also noticed Yang Fei at once, his Asian features attracting her attention.

The girl lifted her head, her blue eyes curving into crescents, lips blooming like flowers.

"Sir, are you from Huaxia?"

Yang Fei nodded; he knew he was in a perilous place, but facing the girl's inquiry, he inexplicably couldn't help but respond.

The girl smiled with closed lips: "Seems I've met a fellow countryman, my ancestral home is also Huaxia."

Saying this, she sighed deeply.

"I was born in Aiji, and I don't know when I will be able to go back and see it."

Yang Fei smiled gently: "Where the heart rests, there's home. I also want to go back and see."

As they spoke, they both burst into coincidental laughter.

Yang Fei noticed the golden butterfly-like flowers in the girl's basket and smiled faintly.

"Miss, are you selling flowers? Your flowers are truly beautiful."

The girl smiled again: "My flowers aren't for sale, but if you like them, I can give you one."

She said, gently plucking a flower and handing it to Yang Fei, its stems adorned with three or four golden butterfly-like petals, very beautiful.

Yang Fei thought to himself, once he enters Hausen's Castle later, it might be another fierce battle. Such beautiful flowers shouldn't be ruined by him.

Moreover, due to his special identity, he couldn't involve this Huaxia compatriot.

If someone were to trace the golden butterfly flowers back to this girl, it would be unfair to her.

He shook his hand, declining to take the girl's flower, with a hint of apology.

"Miss's flowers are unparalleled in beauty, and yet I'm just an ordinary man, unworthy of such a flower."

The girl laughed, her voice like tinkling spring water.

"Sir, you're being way too flattering; I can see that you're someone who appreciates and cherishes flowers. Please accept it."

Saying this, the girl moved the flower forward, smiling sweetly, looking at Yang Fei.

Yang Fei had no choice but to accept the flower, offering a slight, rueful smile.

"Since Miss insists, I shall humbly accept. What is this flower called?"

The girl hummed in response: "I grow them for fun, they look like butterflies, so I named them Golden Butterflies."

Saying this, the girl looked at the sunset, the towering Hausen's Castle, and sighed softly.

"I've heard that within Count Hausen's Castle, there's a type of Golden Butterfly, a very special variety."

"That Golden Butterfly is a unique species, purplish-blue, and called Like a Dream. Its beauty is unparalleled, but I can't go in to admire it, such a pity."

Yang Fei found the flower branch handed over by the girl extremely heavy, feeling like gold.

Each Golden Butterfly seemed to be cast in gold, the texture and color remarkably similar.

Yet every petal was brimming with vibrant vitality.

Such flowers were indeed unheard of and unseen.

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