I tried to strike up a conversation with the guy: "Long time no see, I didn't have a chance to say hello before. Where have you been all this time?"
The black-clad figure glanced at me indifferently, its trembling lips uttering only two cold characters: "Mission."
...Well, at least it wasn't completely fruitless. I thought it would be completely ignored.
I looked up and squinted at the white jade wall in front of me: "In this situation, everyone has to carry out the mission. But since the tenth one, we haven't been able to confirm your whereabouts... right up until now."
There are many intricate textures on the stone wall in front of us, but because the carving is not extensive, it looks as if it is completely embedded in the stone itself. In addition, the pure white color makes it almost impossible to notice, as if it is deliberately hiding the content of the carving.
Only when you get really close, like now, can you perceive the hidden secrets within the subtle fluctuations of time.
"...What are you trying to say? We've said we won't interfere with each other."
I smiled and said, "It's nothing. It's just that seeing someone I know again after so long is both unexpected and a little bit of relief." I was relieved that this guy hadn't gone crazy.
But the guy clearly couldn't accept such a simple explanation, and his astonished voice came through clearly: "I didn't intend to meet you. It was just a coincidence."
"Won't you be cooperating with us again later?"
"..."
The black creature fell silent instantly.
"To be honest, I'm curious... well, just a little curious, what exactly did you do before? At least I'd like to confirm the names of the missions you experienced. While you were busy fighting the giant dragon here, were there similar battle scenes unfolding elsewhere?" I said, glancing at the Dragon Slayer Sword that we had missed. "Or did you find a hidden place?"
It's not regret or jealousy; we wouldn't have much use for this thing anyway, so giving it to this guy is just right. But if we could find out more about it and hand it over to Sheng, who is most familiar with this chaos, for some analysis, we could be sure how much of a role this unstable piece can play in clearing the final task, and whether it needs to be artificially fed some more experience.
However, I ultimately did not get an answer.
Perhaps too lazy to waste words, the black-clad fellow remained silent for a long time, then turned and walked to a corner, crossed his arms, leaned back, closed his eyes, and looked like he was about to fall asleep.
I'm even more convinced of a previous idea: right now, this task taking place in the inner sanctum of the ruins is very likely to require waiting in a semi-enclosed environment in order to successfully trigger and advance, right?
What will happen? A thief hiding in the inner palace who hasn't left yet, or a crisis that suddenly strikes from somewhere?
I have absolutely no clue.
On the contrary, the carvings on the stone wall in front of me, after a long period of scrutiny, have been analyzed to some extent from those intricate patterns, and a few simple images have been pieced together from them.
A bustling city, crowds enthusiastically celebrating the birth of a new king, a flourishing of magic and other technologies, and a myriad of joyous celebratory scenes.
However, at the very end, there was a painting in the corner that seemed out of place.
"Hmm, it seems to describe a record of a noble girl who ran away from home crying, summoning some kind of being in a desolate forest not far from the city using a book she carried with her?"
I tilted my head, then looked at the comparisons with the previous ones, but I still couldn't understand the meaning.
This is completely different from the previous content, unrelated to it, and even lacks any record of what was summoned.
Although it doesn't seem like anything important, for some reason, it's always on my mind, and I can hardly take my eyes off it.
No, it might just be a placebo effect.
I frowned, but ultimately decided to write it down and strolled to the next stone wall with a mural.
Just then, Sheng, who had been idly pretending to be something he wasn't doing, suddenly called out, attracting my attention and that of Jian Gui, who was resting with his eyes closed to the side.
"Hurry up, hurry up, it's about to start!"
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