Chapter 1810: Time To Infiltrate The Lab

(Drake's POV)

After having slaughtered those dog-like bandits that all looked like different types of dogs, the mission regarding Larry's scam was done. These were the guys that were trying to scam him with an infinite interest debt that no matter how much he paid he would never be able to pay completely. Total scum, aren't they?

And well, we just caught them while kidnaping some poor people, most of them young adults from a small village that came to El Perdido to find jobs and such. A real shame they were kidnaped, but we were able to find them, free them, and give them so much money they didn't knew what to do with it.

However, we found who might be our third and last "Personal Quest" as I call them, Emil, a young man from a race that seems to be one of the origins, if not the origin of the psychic powers that some of these thugs have.

Especially the bosses of gangs, they always have them, and when I purchased those damn drugs it was quite clear they were made from some sort of weird lab.

Apparently his alien race's blood and maybe even their flesh is where that power comes from, perhaps even the brain makes the hardest drugs out there.

So after learning from that dog-faced bastard that they were going to butcher him and turn him into drugs, the boy, who was known as being quite timid, completely changed.

He wanted to meet his people, and he wanted to rescue them. And well, if he offered money, we're bounty hunters, as long as he offers a bounty towards some bandit bastards then we're going to work to earn our worth...

Or well, that's our current identities, and we're doing a pretty damn good work at building it around the city and the locals.

Ding!

[Congratulations! You have progressed through the {Special Trial Storyline Quest}: [Explore the City of Lost Souls: El Perdido]!]

[Explore the Central Plaza and Visit 5 Shops or Restaurants]: [5/5] (COMPLETE)

[Talk to the Locals and Learn About Their Problems and Solve Them]: [2/3] (Larry's Side Quest Completed) (Henrietita Side Quest Completed) (Emil Side Quest Unlocked)

[Catch Any Evildoer and Apprehend Them]: [10/10] (COMPLETE)

[Talk With An Important Story Character]: [3/3] (COMPLETE)

[Discover What The Golden Spire Race Is All About]: [0/1]

[Quest Duration: 6 Hours, 15 Minutes.]

Alright so there he is, we're only missing his side quest and then finding what the hell the Golden Spire Race is all about. Which I've begun to speculate must be some sort of space race maybe? Or something where the people in the train were going to which would bring them there.

Anyways, I think Miranda learned some more of that after eating the brains of all these thugs and bandits anyways, so she'll dedicate herself to the explanations, to her dismay.

Once we cleared the place of corpses and valuables, we instantly moved out with the kids as we didn't want to encounter any additional bandit allies on the way.

After getting back to El Perdido, as this place was like in the outskirts or near the walls, we got back with Larry and told him about everything, while Emil went to say goodbye to his friends for now.

"Don't worry Emil! You'll be able to get back home once this is over," said Benladra, noticing that the boy seemed very worried.

"Yeah, calm down," Kate nodded.

"A-Ah, thanks..." Emily sighed, trying to calm down as he waved his hand and his friends from his village walked away.

Just to make sure they wouldn't get assaulted I left some slimes with them, that'll help me map the place much more easily and learn about this trial world's people and everything else.

"Larry, we've taken care of it."

As that happened, I stepped into the shop to find Larry who was smoking from his pipe, he still looked worried about everything, but nobody had yet to come bother him.

"Wait, what?! Drake! Eh? You took... care of it?"

"Yeah the bandits, their entire headquarters, and all members are gone now."

"W-What?!"

"For now you'll be safe."

"I-I can't believe it... was it that easy for you?"

"Yeah kind of."

"Ah... Hahah... I guess... I guess that's it, thank you Drake."

"It's nothing, in exchange for taking away that terrible, dooming threat from your future can you lend me some information?"

"Of course, ask me anything! It's the very least I could do for you."

Alright, he seemed willing and fine with it.

"What's the Golden Spire Race?"

At the end while Miranda was checking the memories she told me that not even the bandit boss knew much about it. In fact every thug we've beaten are ignorant fucks that only think about robbing and kidnaping people.

"The Golden Spire Race...?!" he muttered. "Ah, well, yes I know what it is... It's a special type of race sponsored by large mining companies. It's a race that begins in the Asteroid Canyon and reaches all the way to the Redlands."

"What are those places?" I asked.

"You don't know? They're large areas within this planet," he said. "Which had been altered or mutated by the radiation of meteors full of Starlight Stones. Gravity usually doesn't work well in these areas, the Asteroid Canyon is full of floating asteroids everywhere for example, the Redlands is a volcanic landscape full of plasma that burns everything, and so on. The race is made to incentivize growth and expansion or something..."

"Huh..."

"From what I've heard it's done by these mining companies to incentivize growth and expansion, but some say it's just money washing," Larry said. "They're investing a lot of money; the first place gets fifty million after all!

"Fifty million?!" I wondered. "Well that's a lot I guess... Maybe the winner is stagged or something so they can do money washing."

It doesn't seem all that incredible, why is there a fixation with the Trial over this race?

"But I've heard that a lot of famous outlaws, sherifs, and bounty hunters are participant," said Larry. "It'll be a nasty business where they're going to kill each other... I would recommend you not to go, Drake. Even less with a family you need to protect."

"Hmm... Thank you, Larry," I nodded. "Anything else?"

"I don't know no more," he shrugged. "Sorry." "It's alright, thank you," I stepped out of his shop.

And then...

Ding!