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.

opened

standing outside was none other than Demon Hunter Colin Iliad. He was draped with a brown coat and a leather belt with secret compartments around his

regardless of your condition, you have to stay in the dungeon for three days and undergo the Glory Crown’s

hint of

a long time. When it’s over, I can accept any arrangements even if you

had walked to the door and

followed her

heard heart-wrenching

it starting again?” Lovia asked

in a low voice, “Yes, this is

moment, in a large hall in the middle

the exploratory team and the few residents of the City of Silver who had been corrupted were pressed down to the ground by seemingly corporeal holy lusters. They were unable to move, as though they

held a sword with complicated patterns

slush, but his head was still intact. Only a

approaching, he shouted in horror, “Dad, Mom, what

eat grilled iron

lot

longer and turned their heads to the side, but they raised the sword in their hands

the young man stopped his wailing. He twitched first,

sword with complicated patterns on it.

said, “From today onwards, you’ll have to

girl immediately cried until her vision turned into a blur, and the sword in

a strong palm pressed the back of her hand, pushing

Oof!

though

the ancient curse that everyone in the City of Silver was under. They had to kill their own

corrupted by an unknown existence, 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 to wait for his parents. Otherwise, the situation

they had been subjected to, a process that remained unchanging for more than two thousand years. Although no one knew if they would mutate after

them lived in the same area. Under the arrangements of the upper echelons for each generation, there were quite a few people

in charge of setting up a patrol team would first have to consider the matter of blood ties in order to

exploratory teams weren’t that strict because their missions were always to invade deep into the darkness and stay far away from the

under strict surveillance, and as soon as he became seriously ill or

the spire. However, the one who took action was Chief Colin Iliad in the end. Otherwise, they

was because Uddel was the elder brother of his direct

the spire. Accompanied

stopped outside a cell. The Dawn

room with a single bed, a table, and a single candle at a moderate

looked at Demon Hunter Colin with

this place and die in the depths of the darkness, they won’t immediately turn into evil spirits. A

nodded and expressed his

“In an exploration two months ago, a team member died

I waited there for

not saying anything until the metal

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