Chapter 479 - The Gravekeeper and Blood Runes (1/2)

Chapter 479: The Gravekeeper and Blood Runes

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

After coming out of the MI3 headquarters, it was already a bit dark. Link took out his pocket watch and saw that it was 6:20.

In his memories, Gladstone City should still be lively at this time. Now, there was barely anybody on the street. When the wind blew past the street, and it sounded like a wail. Gladstone was filled with people, but it looked like a ghost town now.

The plague clearly affected the city greatly.

Link and Celine returned to the warehouse where King Leon and the others were hiding. They reported their findings and then continued southward.

The cemetery south of the city was close to Gladstone’s garden. It was quite far from the older parts of the city. Link activated the Traceless spell for them both, and they traveled invisibly.

By the time they got to the garden, the streets were even quieter. The people who lived around here were all elites in the upper class of society. They had ways to get news and enough money. Most of them had fled.

Along the way, Link discovered that many homes were already empty. Occasionally, there would be a building with lights—but only one or two lanterns with some old servants looking over their master’s beautiful mansion.

Because the streets were empty and unlit, the entire street was dark like a monster with its mouth open, waiting for someone to walk into the trap.

“I can feel great danger hiding here,” Celine whispered. “Like we’re being watched by a beast.”

She gripped both guns in her hands.

Link had one hand on the hilt of the Dragon King’s Fury sword. He was still feeding Dragon Power into it while keeping alert.

He wasn’t scared of any beasts. He was just worried this beast would be the Agatha Naga’s pet. If there was a pet, there would be a Naga priestess. Link wasn’t scared of fighting them, but this was inside the city. If the Nagas were desperate enough, the entire city could be hit by the shockwaves. It would be a disaster.

Link didn’t want to have any intense conflicts in the city.

They walked another few hundred feet, and the sky darkened even more. There were many ancient trees here, creating a thick curtain of leaves. There was even thin mist. The temperature started to drop too, making them feel coldness digging into their bones.

“This doesn’t feel right at all,” Link whispered. “I don’t feel the God of Destruction’s power in the air, but I feel tiny bits of dark aura.”

The aura was very slight. A regular priest wouldn’t feel it; it might not even alert a divine spell. Celine didn’t feel anything, and even Link could only feel a shred.

But if dark aura was present, it meant a dark force was involved.

There were only two dark forces in the North—the Dark Elves and the scattered demons. The demons had come from another realm and were mostly Warriors. They couldn’t plan many sinister things, so the biggest suspicion lay with the Dark Elves.

Celine’s mind worked quickly too. “Do you think the Dark Elves would ally with the Agatha Nagas?” she whispered.

Link nodded. “If they have a bit of ambition, they would.”

Actually, they’d already teamed up. This was recorded in Travel Magician Aisenis’ scroll. However, the scroll’s records were mostly general events and updated to half a month ago. Gladstone’s event wasn’t included, so Link had no way of knowing the details.

At this time, they reached the front gate of the cemetery. The people buried here were of high status, so the architecture was designed well.

There was a stone pillar on either side of the gate, 30 feet tall and two feet wide. The gate was a metal door with intricate carvings. Not too far behind was a small square. A statue of the God of Light’s Sleeping Saint, Alagrian, stood in the center of the square. There was a long candelabrum beside it, lit with soul lamps.

Everyone was gone, and the cemetery wasn’t well-maintained, so most soul lamps had extinguished. Only a few flames still remained.

The fog was even thicker in the cemetery; the temperature had dropped more too, seeping into their bones. The wind had mostly stopped, and there was no sound at all. The cemetery was deathly quiet.

Celine had lived in the lively Scorched City this year. Coming to this ghostly place so suddenly—she wasn’t used to it. She crept behind Link.

“Let’s go in,” Link whispered. He focused on the slight dark aura in the air and walked into the depths of the cemetery.

After around 150 feet, Celine pointed at a small cabin beside the path. “Look, there’s light. I think the gravekeeper lives there.”

Link snapped out of his thoughts and turned. He indeed saw a small cabin and the hazy yellow light that penetrated through the fog.

“Let’s take a look.”

If it was the gravekeeper, they would get more clues there. Faced with the unknown, any clue was critical.