That night, while Loran Hill and Sharin were attending the banquet in the castle.

"Who are you?"

In the dim candlelight, Lottie looked at the man who suddenly appeared in front of her. He was wearing dark clothes that were easy to hide. If he stood in the crowd, he would look like an ordinary passerby, but this extraordinary ability that suddenly appeared showed that he was not an ordinary person.

"I am a servant serving the Pascal family. Nice to meet Miss Xia Lanlotte." His voice was low and restrained, and he half-knelt in front of Lottie.

"You..." Lottie looked at the man who suddenly called out her real name in surprise, feeling a little flustered.

Seeing this servant of the Pascal family who suddenly came to him, Lottie was not surprised, but rather a little uneasy. This was due to the brutal struggle between the remnants of the Pascal family and the imperial royal family in recent years.

"Are you really a descendant of a vassal serving the Pascal family? Why didn't I know this before?" Lottie looked at the man in front of him. He was probably at Sequence 5 strength, which could be said to be a rare master.

"This is because when the Pascal family was destroyed, you were still a minor, and you haven't fully learned many of the family's secrets and inheritances. This has led to the current situation," he answered respectfully.

"Although the Pascal family is currently suffering from the Empire's persecution, I believe that as long as Miss Xia Lanluo is here, the many scattered forces will gather together again."

"Gather together...?" Lottie bit her lip, feeling hesitant and uneasy. However, as a descendant of the Dragon of Doom, she couldn't easily say the words of giving up. The family members who died before her prevented her from escaping.

"But what can we do now? It's too late. The family's legions have been exhausted, and the nobles loyal to us have been captured, imprisoned, and eliminated. There is no place for our family to survive here." Lottie shook her head.

"No, there are still some, and everyone is hiding in the dark."

"Although the Empire has sent many investigators and patrol teams to hunt us down, we still have some forces. You have to believe in the foundation left by the Dragon of Doom over hundreds of years of operation in the southern border. We still have many hidden lines."

"As long as you are willing to stand up, reveal your identity and call for action, those warriors will come out from the mountains, valleys, and cities and join us."

"Perhaps you don't know that the day the empire decided to abandon the Pascal family, we were already making various preparations. The family even moved a lot of wealth and treasures to a safe place in advance." The assassin-like man reminded vaguely.

"Oh..." Lottie sighed, without saying a word, and sat on the wooden chair under the bed, looking at the starry sky outside the window.

The room fell into a brief silence. The man did not speak again to urge her, but just stood there quietly.

After a long time, Lottie stood up. She found a pen and paper and prepared to leave a letter to tell Messia that she was leaving.

[I'm so sorry, Sister Messia, please forgive me for leaving without saying goodbye...]

Under the quiet candlelight, the metal pen tip slid across the paper, making a rustling sound, and the black ink drew one arc and trajectory after another on the yellowed paper, until the very end, ending with a long and lingering arc.

After finishing, Lottie used a candlestick to press the paper on the table so that Luo Lanxier would be able to see it when he returned. After doing all this, she simply packed up her things and placed the black sword on the table, and then she felt a little relieved.

"let's go."

"Yes, Miss." Soon the two disappeared into the night.

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The flames crackled, and tiny sparks exploded from time to time. The torches soaked in pine oil illuminated the forest in the dark night, forming a long dragon in the night.

As they arrived at their destination, Viscount Mo Ruo ordered the guards to set up a brazier and then stand guard outside.

"This is where the relics of the past are buried." Viscount Mo Ruo stood under a rock and simply waved his hand. The butler led his men forward, slowly pushed the rock to the side, and then dug down half a meter, revealing a hidden floor door.

"They're here?" Surprised whispers came from the crowd.

"I've lived here for decades and never heard of it. The Viscount is really good at keeping it a secret."

“It makes people look forward to it.”

Seeing the underground passage open, Viscount Mo Ruo turned around and said to everyone, "First, we need to open the closed restrictions. This process may take some time and requires the assistance of all high-sequence transcendents."

"Please, Sequence 4 and above, please step forward and follow me underground."

After he finished speaking, he looked at the people in the field, and the most eye-catching one was the oriental swordsman, Yan Liuyan.

"Haha, of course we have no choice but to do it." With that, the strong man stepped out.

"I'm also leaving it to the officers in the army." Viscount Mo Ruo looked at the officers in the field with a complicated expression. Although these people were also helpful, he really didn't want to see the soldiers because it could lead to accidents, such as taking the holy relics for themselves or withholding them.

"Okay." After that, several officers in red clothes and swords walked out of the line and looked at the underground passage in front of them.

"Finally, I have to trouble a few powerful guests." At this time, Viscount Mo Ruo's mood improved a little.

At least these mercenaries and adventurers are easy to deal with. Even if they get the holy relics, he has a way to snatch them away.

"Then let's go in first. And please ask our friends outside to wait together." After saying that, he took the lantern and led people down the long stairs leading to a dark area.

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