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The manor hall was brightly illuminated by orange-red lights, and the air was filled with fragrance. As Viscount Taylor clapped his hands, the atmosphere began to become increasingly heated.
The corners of the guests' mouths were all raised and their eyes were shining, just like a group of hungry diners waiting for the meal to start, and they were almost drooling.
However, Wu Hui discovered that among the many wealthy businessmen and nobles present, only the mysterious visitor from the imperial capital, Pulite, remained calm. This visitor from the imperial capital was introduced mysteriously during the previous greetings. It was said that his origin was very impressive, but his true identity was not revealed.
Although the eyes of this visitor from the imperial capital were also filled with anticipation, they were calm, without any trace of the undisguised greed and vulgarity of the people around him.
He was wearing a black leather mask, which prevented outsiders from seeing his true expression, but Wu Hui still noticed that the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and there was a hint of arrogance in his expression. It was as if this slightly raised corner of his mouth was mocking the group of wretched and despicable wealthy nobles around him.
"The Imperial Capital? That's a great place."
Wu Hui glanced over and couldn't help but ponder in his heart.
The imperial capital is the largest city in the Empire of Light today. Even the message left by the old God of Light contains many praises for this prosperous metropolis.
This shows how beautiful and magnificent it is, and how noble its status is among human beings.
Now Wu Hui, with his modern thinking from Earth, can clearly infer that this metropolis is undoubtedly the political and economic center of the entire empire. There are probably countless dignitaries living here, and any one of them has a family background and status that cannot be compared to a small place like Anpro Port.
The mysterious visitor from the imperial capital, Mr. Plitt, was indeed very low-key, even his face was concealed, as if he was some big shot from the imperial capital who came here privately just because he heard a recommendation from a friend.
It’s just that most people would probably understand it this way, but Wu Hui doesn’t see it that way.
He clearly felt that Mr. Plitt was not as simple as he seemed, and that this imperial capital was also a place that he, the God of Light, must conquer in the future.
Although the imperial capital is full of hidden talents and has a vast and long historical heritage, as long as he successfully captures it, the entire empire will submit to his Holy See of Light.
Of course, Wu Hui is still too weak now. His divine power and resources are too far behind. With his current weak power, he may not even be able to reach the edge of the imperial capital.
In this case, the only way out for him as the God of Light is to honestly accumulate resources and ascend to godhood.
Just as Wu Hui was thinking, a series of chain dragging sounds came from the dark side door again.
Not long after, a pitiful and pretty girl was dragged out by a servant with an iron chain.
Wu Hui turned his head and saw that the girl was about seventeen or eighteen years old, a little thin, with a pretty oval face and beautiful features.
She wore a metal collar around her neck, a symbol of slavery, and was wearing only a dirty skirt that looked like a torn rag.