Cloning looked at the smiling mayor and became more cautious.
"Well, thank you for listening to an old man, halfway into the grave, tell his story, young travelers." The mayor sat next to him, holding the teapot, bowing his back, showing off his mediocre tea skills, while he slightly sighed with indulgence, "…The curse of Terrily Town, I believe you have also understood. The townfolk… live in fear of the monster day and night, no one knows when death will fall upon themselves…"
"How long has this situation persisted?" Edward leaned back in his chair and asked.
"Actually, things weren't always this bad." The mayor sighed lightly, "Ten years ago, the situation was terminated—a great deity told us that He would definitely descend and protect us. But for some unknown reason, the situation has repeated recently…"
"Ten years ago?" Edward raised an eyebrow, "Mayor, what is the origin of the curse?"
