The painter humbly accepted Qin Tan's "kindness".
"We are preparing to retreat, in the next few days. I won't tell you the exact time because I'm afraid you'll bring people to see us off."
"I just want to see you before we leave."
The painter pushed the teacup in front of Qin Tan, gesturing for him to drink the tea.
He placed his hands on his knees, his posture as elegant as that of an ancient nobleman.
"Don't worry, nothing was done."
"Ordinary toxins are probably of no use to you anyway."
The painter spoke, his tone suggesting he knew Qin Tan very well.
Qin Tan did not speak.
In fact, it wasn't just ordinary toxins; even highly toxic poisons became ineffective against her after she obtained the Black Crow.
Can even the most potent toxin withstand the curse of the Black Crow?
She picked up the teacup, took a sip, and put it down.
What do you want from me?
Compared to attending the Abyss meeting, the members of the Torch Society are undoubtedly less troublesome, but also more dangerous.
"Let's stick to the same topic. We'd like to invite you to join the Torch Society and leave here with us."
“We all agree that you are suited for a bigger stage, not this small Wangcheng.”
The painter took out a nameplate and placed it in front of Qin Tan.
"And this is the gift we're offering you."
After Qin Tan saw the design on the business card, her pupils trembled slightly, and she was moved.
"You recognized me, didn't you?"
She not only recognized it, but she had also seen the pattern in an orphanage.
The flame logo on the business card seemed to burn in Qin Tan's heart.
An inexplicable anger was rising within me.
"What's this?"
She asked, her voice almost cold.
"You've met their people. They call themselves the Old Ones. Their organization is called the Ashes of the Old Ones. They come from beyond the walls."
"Nobody knows when they entered the wall, let alone how many of them there are."
"We don't know much about this organization either, but there's one thing we know better than you, Dawn Shu."
"That is, for so many years, they have been recruiting members in the city, and their first choice is those helpless children in orphanages."
"They attract people to join them with faith and money."
“The orphanage in your old town is one of their channels for providing a stable supply of members.”
"Don't even think about asking anything."
"The children there have been taken away, and we can't find them anywhere."
"Of course, if you're willing to come with me, I can tell you where you can find it."
The painter talked at length, until he became thirsty, which showed that he truly valued Qin Tan.
He was also drinking tea, waiting for Qin Tan's reply.
"Give me a reason why I must search for the embers of the past."
Qin Tan remained calm and was not swayed by the other party.
Perhaps the embers of the past are more mysterious, but in her heart, the other party is no different from the Church of the Abyss or even the Society of the Flame.
They're nothing but rats hiding in the gutter.
"They come from the abyss."
One sentence made Qin Tan look over instantly.
Those sharp eyes made it seem as if they would chop the painter down in the next second.
"Don't be so fierce."
"To be precise, they have a deep connection with the Abyss."
"Their souls belong to the abyss."
"You saw how they died."
"No, they are not dead."
"They are merely discarding the burdens of their physical bodies, throwing themselves into the abyss, and will eventually reappear in another form."
At this moment, Qin Tan recalled the words spoken by someone from the past.
The other person said they would meet again.
So, is that what it means?
"How do you know all this?" Qin Tan wasn't so easily fooled.
It is obvious that the painter was also wary of this organization.
"Of course, it's because we've dealt with each other before, and it was during these interactions that I discovered that those old friends value you highly."
"Of course, the Church of the Abyss values you now, so I think our Flame Society should also keep up with the trend, which is why we personally invited you."
"Why don't you join us? We don't have the rules of Dawn's Pivot, and we don't sacrifice people like those lunatics in the Abyss Church."
"We are civilized people."
The painter was simply boasting and wished Qin Tan would agree right now.
Who are you referring to as "we"?
Qin Tan asked again.
This aggressive attitude seemed to let the painter know Qin Tan's answer.
He leaned back on the sofa, a regretful expression on his face.
"It won't hurt to tell you this."
"Naturally, it's the four major families of our Torch Society."
“I am a painter, as well as a musician, dancer and sculptor.”
"The four of us are the Torch Society."
"If you agree, I can take you to meet them."
The painter was not ready to give up and tried to reveal an even bigger trump card.
"What are you going to do when you see them, chop off their heads?" Qin Tan sneered, turning the Grim Reaper's Scythe towards the painter.
The blade rested near the painter's neck, but the painter did not flinch.
"you're right."
"It seems that this invitation has failed."
"It's alright if we can't meet again. I'll invite you then."
"Don't refuse, because I won't listen."
The painter was very capricious. After saying all this, he snapped his fingers and disappeared.
What remained on the sofa was a painting.
The moment Qin Tan saw the image, she clenched her fist.
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