"Are you talking with someone?"
Dylan was startled as he heard Kenjaku's voice. He hurriedly cut off his communication with the Hobgoblin from the spiritual link. He didn't expect this question at all.
After all, he's not really talking when communicating with the Hobgoblin. It was more like telepathy. 'What a strong instinct.' he couldn't help but wonder.
Dylan forced out a smile. "Who would I talk to here, out of nowhere? You must be joking, right?"
Kenjaku smiled. "No. Well, I just felt that you were communicating with someone just now, but it suddenly disappeared. I wonder what it could be..." His eyes narrowed.
Hank hit Dylan's arm with his elbows lightly and jested: "Kenjaku has a strong intuition. Though, most of the time. When he feels something is off. He's mostly right."
"Well, Honestly, I'm talking with a Hobgoblin just now." Dylan chuckled.
Hearing this, Kenjaku and others couldn't help but roll their eyes. Communicating with a monster? And Hobgoblin of all creatures? You must be joking!
In the end, the topic shifted to the Midnight Shadow Mountain under Dylan's guide. He disclosed some information about the place to them. Of course, most of those were surface knowledge and didn't involve secrets that lies within that place.
"So what's up with that place? How did you discover it? Is it really as mysterious as you portrayed it?"
"Yeah mate, Midnight Shadow Mountain? It's the first time that I've heard about such a place. To think that it's located near the border of this city. Heck, it only appears at 12 pm... No wonder no one have discovered it yet!"
Dylan couldn't help but smile. He gave them a deep look and put on an air of mystery: "That's right. That mountain is elusive and only appears at night like a phantom. It's between reality and illusion. Midnight Shadow Mountain is a place where a part of the history of this world is hidden. Well, if you're interested in history."
He grinned.
"Lost history? That's boring! I didn't even bother to listen to our class's history subject in high school." Hank shook his head.
On the other hand, Kenjaku put on an expression of interest. He likes to learn things from various subjects. What's more, history? Learning the past events of this world might bring him benefits. After all, inheritances, secret techniques, hidden knowledge, and treasures exist that came from civilizations and various historical figures in the past.
Orochi just kept levitating in the air as if he wasn't listening but he actually is. As a God Incarnation, he knew a lot of things. But a large part of the knowledge of the Sun God is sealed on his head. Gradually, small parts get unsealed as his strength increases.
Kenjaku scratched his chin with a thoughtful expression. "What era are we talking about here? The Fall of Freedom or The Great Depression Era?"
Dylan shook his head. "An Era before those two. A small part of the Hundred Great Paths era. The lost history that books don't talk about as if almost forgotten even by historians."
"How do you know about all of this?" With a doubtful expression, Kenjaku asked. He couldn't help it. He needs to take the claims with a grain of salt. One needs to be skeptical to be a qualified intelligence collector.
"Bullshit!" Dylan revealed a smirk on his face. "Because my hobby is to explore this world's history. There were a lot of secrets and conspiracies in the past that were waiting for me to discover! A lot of treasures are waiting for me to unearth!"
"That's admirable. It seems you're a passionate explorer at heart." Kevin said enviously. Once upon a time, he also had that fire in his heart. However, like everything, time was the nemesis of passions. The fire in his heart grew fainter, turned to spark, in the end, it got extinguished.
Dylan shrugged. But inwardly, 'Of course, what I said is just pure BS. With fake passion, future cooperation would become a lot smoother. Even if I reveal some secrets, they won't ask how I know them because they would simply attribute it to my passion for history and exploration.'
With this, he had a solid narrative of why he knew a lot of things. Of course, it was only this time that he needed help. But in the future, he would have an army of himself to help him acquire all the opportunities in the game. He would build an organization composed entirely of his selves.
...
In the blink of an eye.
The group rode a carriage from MGK Carriage Company to Mount Crossing to Railway Carriage Station to Dolores Town, which was their last stop. Even with the special service of carriage with exclusive roads that greatly shortened the travel time.
It took half a month to reach Dolores Town. Of course, with a few nights check-ins in the hotel where they spent their nights. The road ahead was smooth thanks to the powerful reputation of the MGK Carriage Company that no one dared to provoke. After all, the backing of the company was a level 100 warrior or what they called a "Saint." Every level 100 creature needs to be addressed "Saint" before their first name or alias.
In this case, Saint Laurel is the guardian behind MGK Carriage Company. Even a king of a country needs to be respectful in front of a Saint. Their status and power exceed even some high political positions due to their influence and deterrence brought by their powerful strength. Essentially, Saints are comparable to walking nuclear bombs!
Due to this, a lot of wealthy merchants and nobles usually choose MGK Carriage Company for transportation and security... In the past, an assassination organization with a level 80 leader dared to assassinate a customer of the company. As a result, the entire organization was wiped out on the surface of the planet. It was speculated that Saint Laurel made a move himself.
The next day, under Dylan's lead. The group sneaks out of Dolores Town in incognito. No one noticed that the five people inside room 105 quietly vanished.
"So we need to wait exactly noon here?" At this time, Orochi scanned the surroundings with a deadpan expression.
In his opinion, there seems to be nothing special about this place. Everything looks normal. There is a lonely hill with a cave that has a graveyard within. The vicinity was low visibility due to the mist everywhere but not thick enough to really block vision.