1155 Walking in the Dark (1/2)

Backlund, East Borough.

Fors, who had just returned from the land of ice and snow, was wrapped in thick layers of clothing. She looked at the burning charcoal stove in front of her as if she had fallen into a terrible environment again. She couldn't help but shiver a few times.

”George III is already dead. The things that happened before will definitely come to an end. Perhaps we can move out of this place and head to North Borough or Hillston Borough.

”The houses there have fireplaces!”

Xio sat on a chair opposite her and similarly stared at the warm furnace. She replied with a slightly confused expression, ”Let's wait another week or two.

”To be honest, I still can't believe that George III was killed so easily… I didn't have time to do anything.”

This bounty hunter, who had become a Judge, sounded disappointed, confused, and puzzled. It felt as though she had lost her motivation in life.

Fors temporarily forgot about the damage caused by the cold as she consoled her, ”I don't think that this was done by Gehrman Sparrow. It was done by those people who used Shermane. They were the only ones investigating the secret motives of George III. Your actions have contributed to his death to a certain degree. It's as if you had exacted your revenge in an indirect manner.

”Eh… There shouldn't be any more surveillance or suppressive measures placed against your family. You can try to start a new life. If you have the chance, you might be able to use proper channels to make an appeal for your father.”

Upon hearing the last few sentences, Xio raised her head.

”Yes, the situation is getting more and more chaotic now. I'm worried that they'll be affected by the war.

”Fors, do you think it's safer to be in Backlund, or in an ordinary city that isn't near the borders?”

Fors thought for a few seconds and shook her head calmly.

”I don't know.”

She added, ”I plan to ask Mr. World. He must have a better grasp of the overall situation. Do you still remember? He warned us beforehand that something would happen around George III, and to avoid approaching him.”

In addition, Fors also wanted to ask where the next stop of her ”travels” would be so that she could make preparations early.

”Yes!” Xio nodded instinctively.

Fors flipped through the newspapers she supported with her knees, and she drank the coffee she had left. Then, she slowly got up and entered the room inside. She prayed to Mr. Fool in a low voice, asking ”Him” to pass her questions to The World Gehrman Sparrow.

…

In the Forsaken Land of the Gods, near the Giant King's Court.

Without being ”Parasitized” at a deeper level, Klein followed Amon to the foot of the mountain. In the frozen dusk, they circled to the front of the mythical land.

Although Amon had given him a chance to escape, he wasn't in a hurry to do so. This was because he knew very well that Amon had the strength and level of at least a Sequence 2. ”He” was an angel in the truest sense of the word, an entity he couldn't fight head-on. Besides, a Marauder was known as an ”Error,” a loophole, a bug. Its powers were very strange, making it impossible to guard against. Klein believed that whatever normal means he could come up with to save himself would be ineffective.

I can only stay patient and wait for an opportunity that can be used… During this process, I have to keep making attempts to observe Amon's response… Yes, I still have to take note of a problem: I can't believe anything Amon says. ”He” has already retrieved the Worm of Time and removed my parasitized state. At least, in terms of my condition, ”He” isn't lying, but this might not be the whole truth. I can't rule out the possibility that ”He” has left a Worm of Time lurking in my body. ”He” might take control of my body at a critical moment… As these thoughts surfaced in Klein's mind, he ”chatted” with Amon, asking about Dark Angel Sasrir. However, he saw that nearby, in the distance, the dusk was fading away as darkness blanketed the area. Lightning bolts that snarled from time to time lit up half the sky.

They had arrived at the boundary of the Giant King's Court and were about to leave the mythical kingdom.

Once I'm in the darkness, I'll either evaporate into thin air or encounter a sudden terrifying monster attack… With a thought, Klein pretended not to know anything as he continued proceeding forward. He went from the orange dusk and into the deep darkness.

At this moment, Amon, in his black classic robe and pointed hat, accompanied with a monocle, reached out ”His” hand and pulled back a lantern covered in thin animal hide.

Inside the lantern, a candle made of some unknown oil emitted a faint yellow light and a slightly pungent smell.

”Carry it.” Amon threw the lantern at Klein.

”…” Klein caught the lantern and fell silent.

A few seconds later, he probed, ”Where did you get this from?”

At that moment, Klein imagined that Amon had summoned a projection from the Historical Void.

Amon pinched the crystal monocle and said with a smile, ”I stole it from the human camp up ahead. Oh, that's the City of Silver's Afternoon Town camp.”

It was stolen… Klein's eyelids twitched. He didn't ask further as he carried the lantern into the endless darkness.

The dim yellow light was like an invisible defensive barrier as it quickly spread out, creating a warm zone in the dark night.

At this moment, the lightning in the sky kept flashing. The gap between them was rather long, and there was almost no thunder. It occasionally boomed.