"Should we take them away in advance? I don't mind. My team is about to return to Sandon Kaya, but the journey is a bit far."
Silena stirred the tea with a teaspoon.
She kept smiling while listening, but refused the suggestion.
"As long as Mag is safe, she has her own judgment. There is no need to rush. Anyway, the inner circle of the ruins will not be opened until next month. We will meet at the Red Maple Highlands."
"Miss Silena is a scholar of the Kingdom of Norin?"
Kane asked.
The other party continued to shake his head.
"My friendship with Mag is a purely personal relationship, without any group interests. In fact, I belong to the 'Uncoverer', an organization independent of the southern border countries, and we are committed to pursuing the truth of history."
Ding.
The teaspoon leaned against the cup.
"The ruins at the bottom of the permafrost glacier contain the ghost of a dwarf craftsman." Selina saw light in Ken's eyes, "Sure enough, I guessed right, this battle axe should be related to him."
She sat elegantly, and a vortex swirled in the teacup.
"What I do is to find such ruins and get the truth of history from them. The Revealer had contact with him a long time ago and is still looking for a way to lift the curse."
Ken remained silent.
Among the notes he had, there was one called [Historical Truth].
[In the long years of the Ushua continent, history has always been mottled and faded for future generations. There are inevitably errors in the interpretation and circulation of content. Some people pursue the truth, while others deliberately conceal it. ]
There are countless people who want to dig out power in history.
The [Revealer] to which Selina belongs is one of the ancient organizations, and they have their own code of conduct.
"Do you want to join?"
"Reason."
"For a trip of this scale, there is wealth and power to match it." Selina spread her hands and showed the inside of the cargo box. "I heard that you are in charge of the Sandon Kaya tribe? One of the direct descendants of the Winter Mother, haha, the Jiewangzhe has supported many regimes, and the power of those city-states and kingdoms will also feed back to the organization."
Selina directly set the conditions.
Kane's growth is very interesting. From the initial contact, he is an individual worth recruiting and observing. As long as he joins, various channels will be opened to Sandon Kaya accordingly.
"There should be no tough options, right? Then let me refuse."
The North is not only dominated by large tribes, but also many mysterious organizations and imperial forces. In the early stages of Sandon Kaya's development, it is impossible to make any camp choices rashly. Once it has enough power to negotiate, it can consider the suggestions of all parties.
Selina did not force it, nor did she ask the reason.
She opened the curtains, and the outline of the Duva tribe was under her feet.
The running [Wolf Hair Giant Spider] did not alarm anyone. It was surrounded by thick fog. Through the haze, all the buildings and people lost their colors.
Ken thought: It is somewhat similar to the gray vision.
He found that he was in [Dimension: Mist] and was already in another world. To give an inappropriate example: if "reality" is above the water, the giant beast is shuttling in the deep sea, seeing the position through the ripples, and then jumping out again.
The Traveling Mist Servant has mastered the power to enter and leave [Mist].
The "Stowaway" sat in a cargo box covered by secret arts, using this method to hide his tracks and move.
"You need to pay attention. This is my reminder to you."
Selina raised two slender fingers and said:
"First of all, the first undead tide in spring is about to hit. It is man-made and the purpose is unknown. By then, the North will be exhausted to deal with it, and the little limelight you have caused will be covered in an instant."
Ken remembered it firmly.
The most terrifying part of [Undead Tide] is not the crazy undead creatures, but the invasion and infection of "Hunting Fall".
He must return to Santon Kaya as soon as possible, prepare in advance, and not make any plans to go out in the short term.
Selina glanced out the window. As she was about to reach the end, she put away her joking thoughts and said seriously: "History needs to be respected. Is it concealment or correction? I hope you will think about it carefully. I don't know what the dwarf craftsman asked you to do, but any decision must be made carefully."
"That's all?"
Ken asked.
Selina smiled and nodded.
The other party has not joined the organization yet, so he can't reveal too much, but this handsome young man will definitely grow up quickly. Even so, the whistleblower will inevitably contact him again. I just hope... it won't become a hostile relationship.
The wolf-hair giant spider stopped.
Its long legs pierced into the surrounding buildings to maintain balance.
The tea shook, but it didn't spill.
The service of the Traveling Mist servant was indeed in place. He appeared at the door again, smoke overflowed from the gap, and the sound of knocking on the window frame spread into the room.
The gap of the smoothly curved door was opened.
Ken stepped off the footstool and landed on the ground again. The Traveling Mist servant beside him bowed and saluted.
The streets in front of him were empty and silent. It was indeed very similar to when the gray vision unfolded, except that there were fewer bright and eye-catching colors.
"Goodbye, Mr. Ken."
Silena's voice sounded behind him.
He turned around, but only saw a mottled wall covered with stains and scratches, and the dirty water from the waste flow had frozen.
Two steps back.
The remaining smoke dissipated, and there was nothing unusual, as if it had always been like this.
Ken walked out of the narrow alley from the shadows, and the world was dyed with color again.
Gamblers and drunkards were shouting loudly, travelers were covered in dust, mercenaries looked fierce...
He walked through the market again, and he felt a sense of expectation. He carefully observed the passers-by and saw things he had not noticed before: deformed bodies hidden in cloaks, strange and rare special items, inexplicable ripples, and seemingly docile and ferocious monsters.
The continent of Oshua is full of magic.
[Location: Black Market Trading Area]
"Hiss, I remember, I didn't say where I wanted to go."
Ken's mind was filled with Selina's smiling face when she complained. Is there any limit to this woman's mind-reading skills?
She was beautiful and dignified, and occasionally playful. If you recall carefully, you will feel scared.
...
The tavern on the shelf is still full.
Rich merchants smoking thick cigarettes, vicious bandits, savage and indifferent tribesmen, labor managers in the port distribution area...
Each round table is like an isolated island floating in the ocean current.
The beast-replenishing ships are wary of each other. On the windowsills, corners, and attics, all guests pinned purple Luo flowers on their chests to convey their wealth and strength, as well as the purpose of coming here today.
Ken walked in with a swagger.
The already depressing shop was silent for a moment, and all kinds of eyes came over, accompanied by small and weak discussions.
"Is he not in the workshop in Marungu?"
"Did you guess wrong?"
"Look at that battle axe, hiss, could it be..."
"Impossible, if it was you, wouldn't you run away quickly? And you brought it out to show off in the market, just begging others to grab it!"
Most people were just guessing and chatting.
But some ruthless people really wanted to give it a try. They exchanged glances, but never made a decision.
The black-skinned maid in charge of reception came out with her head down.
All the guests who participated in the slave auction knew that she was the messenger outside for the management of the Hundreds of Things, representing the attitude of one of the black market chains in Pallotus.
Her appearance distracted some of the attention.
But soon, everyone's attention was focused again.
The black-skinned maid walked towards Ken, bowed silently, and then took him into the secret passage behind him, leaving the guests with mixed thoughts.