Backlund, in a basement that resembled a temple.

Mr. A, dressed in a hooded black robe, motionlessly quietly knelt in front of a figurine of The Hanged Giant for an extended period of time.

Suddenly, he pricked up his ears as if he was listening to something.

After a short pause, Mr. A’s hands jerked up, and he snapped his right index finger with his left palm.

He stuffed the bloody finger into his mouth and munched on it like he was eating snacks, making crunching sounds.

Gulp!

Mr. A’s throat wiggled, and he swallowed his gnawed fingers into his stomach.

His body suddenly trembled, as if he was being grabbed and shaken by an invisible figure.

In this state, Mr. A stretched out his right hand and used the blood from his wound to write words on the ground.

Those words were written in neither Jotun or Dragonese, which could stir the powers of nature, nor was it in Hermes which was used for sacrificial rituals. Instead, they were written in the most ordinary and commonplace language, Loen.

The scarlet color quickly gathered together and the words pieced together into a few sentences.

“Found:

“The Fool that doesn’t belong to this era.

“The mysterious ruler above the gray fog.

“The King of Yellow and Black who wields good luck.

“Adorers and devotees in Backlund.”

After the end of the “divine epiphany,” Mr. A stopped trembling, and a new finger grew out of his squirming wound.

He lowered his head and carefully read the words he had just written, the corners of his mouth curled up in the shadows.

“By your divine revelation!” Mr. A humbly prostrated as though he had found the meaning of his existence once again.

City of Silver, at the top of the spire.

Lovia walked to the window and looked down at the candlelight in the darkness, her expression softening.

After an unknown period of time, she heard a knock at the door.

“Your Excellency?” Lovia turned around with alacrity and greeted the visitor with a smile.

door opened backward

was draped with

captain, regardless of your condition, you have to

show the slightest hint of anger as

know, I’ve already made preparations to stay in the dungeon for a long time. When it’s over, I can accept any arrangements even if you guys still

she spoke, she had walked to the door and

turned silently and followed her

heard heart-wrenching

it starting again?” Lovia asked with a slightly

a low voice, “Yes, this is a destiny

large hall in

were pressed down to the ground by seemingly

their forties with dark skin held a sword with complicated patterns as they walked up to a young man in his

into a meat slush, but his head was still

shouted in horror, “Dad, Mom, what are you

agree to eat

I caught a lot of

couldn’t bear it any longer and turned their heads to the side, but

young man stopped his wailing. He twitched first, then he completely lost all signs of

with complicated patterns on it. Tears

lying on the ground suddenly laughed and gently said, “From today onwards, you’ll have to live your own life. Don’t be

until her vision turned into a blur, and the sword in her hand stopped in

a strong palm pressed the back of her hand, pushing

Oof!

stunned, as though she couldn’t

was the ancient curse that everyone in the City of Silver was under. They had to kill their own blood relatives to prevent them from turning

having no value in interrogating, the “shadow” observer didn’t dare to kill him on the spot. Instead, he tried his best to restrain the monster and bring it back to the spire

unchanging for more than two thousand years. Although no

of the upper echelons for each generation, there were quite a few people who were related to each other by blood. Even if they were limited by three generations, they would still be able to

the Beyonder in charge of setting up a patrol team would first have

missions were always to invade deep into the darkness and stay far away from the City of Silver. Even if they died or

three generations, they would be placed under strict surveillance, and as soon as he became seriously ill or visibly aged, he would be exiled into the depths of darkness, away from

the exploratory team, Uddel, was isolated in the dungeon, there were actually three elders in the spire. However,

the elder brother of his

and Demon Hunter Colin silently entered the bottom level of the spire. Accompanied by a few Dawn Paladins, they arrived

a cell. The Dawn Paladins dispersed

walked into a room with a single bed, a table, and a single candle

metal door closed, she turned around and looked at Demon Hunter Colin with her

depths of the darkness, they won’t immediately turn into evil spirits. A few days have to pass. Therefore, the

nodded and

sad smile, “In an exploration two months ago, a team member died in front

I waited there for five days, but he didn’t turn into an evil

saying anything until the metal door closed with a clang,

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