One morning a week later.
Ryan brought out Talsarion, who had been staying in the secret realm.
After all, Ryan had promised Deimal, the god of judgment and judgement, to take Talsarion to find his memory.
He couldn't let him stay in his secret realm forever.
As soon as Talsarion came out of the secret realm, his eyes lit up and he looked at Ryan, who was doing nothing in the rocking chair, with a sharp gaze.
"Ryan, where is this?"
Ryan continued to rock slowly in the rocking chair and said, "This is the Land of Mist. What? What did you remember?"
Talsarion shook his head. "No, it's just that I feel a faint guidance here."
"I guess this foggy place you mentioned contains a place where my memories are stored."
Hearing this, Ryan stood up from the rocking chair and looked at Talsarion.
"Where? Is it close?"
Talsarion closed his eyes and felt it quietly for a while, then said.
"It's not very far, but the fog seems to have the effect of blocking my perception. The guidance is very vague, but I have a general idea of the place."
After saying this, Talsarion pointed to the east where the sun rises and said.
"In this direction, about a few hundred kilometers away."
Ryan glanced at the direction Talsarion pointed, then took out the map of the foggy land from the magic guide and began to compare.
"A few hundred kilometers..." Rainby muttered to himself while looking at the map.
Soon Ryan identified a location on the map.
It is the place called the Land of Corpses marked on the map in hand.
The map also specifically uses bright red to mark that place as extremely dangerous.
Talsarion asked, looking at Ryan's frown.
"What's wrong? Isn't that place hard to get to?"
Ryan shook his head slowly. With the mask of the unknown, he could go wherever he wanted as long as there was no interference from energy such as divine power.
"That place is a bit dangerous, and I'm not sure if it's a good place to go. But the territory is currently experiencing rapid development, and I can't leave."
"I'll take you there later."
Talsarion nodded, "Yes."
Looking at the obedient Talsarion, Ryan smiled and touched his head and said.
"Let's go find Alvis. We've been in the secret realm for a long time now, so it might be a good idea to come out and see the environment of the foggy land."
"But don't go beyond the territory."
Talsarion nodded and then walked towards Alvis' room.
Ryan lay back in the rocking chair and began to rock slowly. After a while, Ryan stood up from the rocking chair.
He found Alvis who was taking a walk with Talsarion, told him that he was going to the Nighthawk Tribe, and then disappeared into the territory.
An hour later, Ryan appeared in the room of Xili, the leader of the Colorful Bird Clan in the Nighthawk Tribe.
Ryan took off the mask of uncertainty on his face and smiled at Xili who had just finished taking a shower.
"Chief Xili, long time no see."
Xili was stunned by Ryan's appearance, and then her face turned red.
"When did Captain Ryan come? Could it be that he came a long time ago?"
Ryan said, "I just came over to see the current situation of the Nighthawk Tribe."
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