Chapter 50

A corpse was lying on the table.

This is a young beastman female, well-proportioned, without any defects or diseases.

But she lost her head.

"Eliritna Flora--" The apprentice in a short brown robe flipped through the file records and looked up at his teacher.

"Yes, sir, she did register. But four months ago, Mr. Enovicka cancelled her place."

"Very good. You can go back." The teacher waved his hand to let the apprentice who had completed his part of the work leave.

He then said to another person in the large room, "As you have heard, Mithril City has fulfilled its promises many times."

"What if I say...she came to my door on her own?"

The visitor was wearing a unique multi-piece white robe and turned out to be someone from the temple.

This person did not look old. He had a pair of round lion ears and his hair above his brown eyebrows was dyed gray. He was the young lion who had just won second place in the competition.

But this time he was no longer dressed like a warrior. His well-trained muscles were concealed by a white robe, and his figure supported the special style of clothing, making him look dignified and upright.

"Oh?" The spellcaster who led the development of the Shadow Resurrection Spell and kept his position in the Mithril City showed an interested expression.

Then, under his leadership, the Lion Youth tried the Mithril City's unique facility for quickly replaying short-term memories.

"Now concentrate... Oh, I've been too talkative. With the upbringing of the people in the temple, there's no need for me to teach you how to meditate." The facility manager smiled gently, "Just start from the context of what you want to recreate."

So the memories began from the room with a small lamp on -

At first, judging from the angle of the picture, the young lion is standing beside the bed, with the temple's four-pointed star emblem placed on the wall in front of him, and it seems that he is doing something that suits his identity.

Soon, there was a knock on the door, and the owner of the perspective was awakened from his immersion. He put away the badge and put it in his arms, then walked towards the door step by step, with doubts evident in his heart.

"Who is it?" he asked.

There was no response from the person at the door, just knocking again.

With the caster's perception, everyone present could immediately notice that the knock on the door this time was exactly the same as the last time, with the same landing point, frequency, and strength.

Then there is probably no one outside the door.

Even though we knew ahead of time that this was the process of discovering Ellyretna's headless body, the atmosphere in the flashback still seemed a bit scary.

He reached out and opened the door a little - the corpse then fell forward, and she was actually lying completely on the door. Because the gap was not completely open, the "head" of the corpse happened to be against the middle of the door gap, giving everyone a shocking close-up of her face.

There was something on the broken neck. It was undoubtedly the unique pink curly hair that looked like a flower. However, it was not the face of the female city lord, but the face of... her severely corrupt brother, who was the heir of Bronze City and had the same father and mother as her.

In front of the young lion's eyes, as if it knew that this memory would be seen by others - the face even smiled wickedly, causing the mandible to quickly fall off with rotten flesh, and then the entire head rolled to the ground, turning into a pool of disgusting gray liquid and disappearing in an instant.

The body then collapsed completely, as if it had just died and had not yet stiffened, leaving a bloody mark on the door where the knuckles had knocked on it.

He used a ritual to eliminate the possible impact of these traces just in case, then immediately changed into clothes that could indicate his official identity, activated the holy relic he carried with him, and with his authority in the temple, brought the corpse to the Mithril City as quickly as possible.

End of memories.

The big man who represented the Mithril City had arrived at some point in time, and happened to be the one who appeared in the comics.

"You handled it promptly." Yolutina praised with a smile.

Then she said to the person in charge, "Keep this memory playback safe."

"Yes." The person in charge was obviously very honored to be singled out by one of the pedestals and accepted the request happily.

The death of a city lord actually didn't matter, even though Elliretna was very good, there were many candidates who could take over the stall with the help of a team of staff. But it was a big deal if the corpse found a member of the temple. Seeing that the Mithril City was willing to be a witness, the young lion secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

He no longer had time to think about how his identity was leaked. In fact, among the seven cities, except for Dinos, the fourth city that advocated art supremacy, the reason why the competition only awarded prizes to the top six was that the numbers were specifically set to allow contestants representing the remaining six cities to compete for them.

So even though he never revealed his identity along the way, the top brass should know that the Holy City is behind him. But he is not the only one, and he is not necessarily included in the top six. As for how the "someone" who killed the Lord of Flora knew that he was from the Holy Temple, it is unclear. It gives me a headache just thinking about it.

Since the award ceremony was cancelled anyway, he decided to live in Mithril City during this period of time to ensure that he, as a witness, could be present at any time if summoned. He had to shirk his responsibilities completely.

This bizarre incident certainly had nothing to do with Xiaoman, and similarly, because it was not in line with the style, it was "not" done by Bernardus.

"Hiss..." Yuan Qian had no resistance to things like digging graves. Fresh flesh and blood was one thing, but the most horrifying things he had ever seen in his life were the descriptions in various paper media. In order to calm his mind, he had never seen anything like those in movies, TV shows, and games.

As a person involved, he witnessed densely packed obsidian-like long sharp edges violently piercing out from the ground. The sword-like structures crisscrossed and tore the entire ground apart. Each visible part was twenty to thirty meters long, causing clods of earth, exquisite coffins, and the contents inside to roll down in pieces and fall even worse.

This operation is a stroke of genius, but the scene composition is indeed very tense. Yuan Qian guessed from experience that there would be a large cross-page, otherwise it would not be able to express the eerie scene of densely packed sharp edges piercing the sky.

The adjutant who temporarily took over part of the power of No. 3 took away Mansa Kino's head in such a stunning and clean manner. Although this noble who was killed by Su Mei's revenge was properly buried, he ended up with an incomplete body like his sister.

Yuan Qian looked at the male head and the headless female corpse, which were once connected by blood, being creatively placed together and sent to the door of the lion youth, and then knocked on the door with stiff movements. He felt a chill in his back as if he had read a horror script that transcended time hundreds of years ago.

It turns out that those who can become demon kings are not harmless little cuties...!

"How do you know he is from the temple?" he asked.

[Living conditions are good, and the most important thing is that he is well-trained. At the same time, he is simple-minded, emotionally normal, and means clean means. What else can he be except the new blood raised by religion? The prince's noble companion is not so stupid. If his family is good enough to cultivate him, he will not be like this. You can see it at a glance.] The adjutant summarized.

As expected, the one who knows you best is your opponent. Although the Sanctuary in that world can't beat this guy, he didn't consider the similar forces in the comic world as formal opponents at first. After all, in a boy's comic whose goal is to kill gods, the Sanctuary can't be a high-level opponent. No matter how much space it occupies in the middle of the story, it will still be casually mentioned in the summary after the event, Yuan Qian thought.

In short, as they expected, the young lion was frightened but promptly took the best approach within his ability, which was to directly drag another group into the problem.

"Very good." Yuan Qian wanted to meet him in person even more now, of course as someone who could discipline him. There was no need to listen to someone's suggestion of "getting a sweetheart girl to trick the fool into thinking he was the hero and then shatter his dream", because the tone was just nonsense and not serious at all.

[That’s right. The next step is to get into the enemy’s inner circle. It will give you a chance to be a good guy again.] The adjutant agreed.

"A good person..." Yuan Qian then counted the existing characters.

Number one is the most popular character due to his appearance, and readers have recently begun to notice his brutal nature; number two is a lich who has committed many evil deeds and loves to harm people, and he has recently been charged with destroying holy artifacts; number three is a dragon whose expression shows that he has a bad temper and is definitely not gentle and kind;

Number Four, who is still being perfected, will inherit the identity of a businessman, so he will inevitably be a neutral type, neither black nor white, and can be considered a dishonest businessman; let alone Number Five, who is also unfinished and whom Yuan Qian does not intend to touch much. "He" now has a crazy look on his face that shows that this guy would use two dollars to make the entire kingdom into a chessboard and sell it to idiots as a toy. He can be said to be an enhanced version of Mr. Adjutant, and his purpose is self-evident.

It seems that we need a good and orthodox person to neutralize the situation. Then we should observe the temple more. Yuan Qian nodded secretly and put this idea into the reserve plan.

With his current ability, it is very easy for him to go to other places to observe secretly. Bernaludus can arbitrarily designate leaves, minerals, or even ice cubes to condense into temporary familiars. Therefore, the Dragon King's true form still returned to her residence before Xiaoman after she completed the assassination. This is a role-playing segment left for readers to watch.

Out of caution, the temporary familiar only followed the headless corpse in the garden from the moment it disappeared until it confirmed that the lion youth was teleported to the Mithril City, but that was enough.

Xiaoman came back quietly, raised his head and saw Bernaludos, and looked at him.

A head dripping with blood appeared in her hands, and the next moment the bleeding was stopped.

"I did it," she said to herself. "I abandoned the driver and caused many people to lose their original lives."

"But..." The Dragon King stood up calmly and threw a box to her. "Turbulence is the underlying color of the world, and you are always a part of it."

"Yes. I have no regrets. I thought about it before I did it. I just... don't want to seem strange to my mother." Xiaoman touched his face with the hand that killed him.

"But isn't she right here?" The Dragon King stretched out his finger and gently poked Xiaoman on the forehead.

After he said this, Xiaoman's blue eyes, which had become somewhat empty since the attack, suddenly lit up and returned to their normal state.

"I'm leaving tomorrow." She said this, and the next moment she gave up her insistence and let herself be dragged onto the bed by fatigue.

Lielie could have left Flora City and gone home anytime after getting her place. The rewards for all contestants except the top six had already been distributed on the spot. But she insisted on watching Xiaoman's award ceremony and stayed until now.

But when Xiaoman went to the City Lord's Mansion, she asked Lielie to go buy gifts for his family first, saying that they would leave tomorrow afternoon. The boxer did not take the Dragon King's money, she spent her own bonus, and planned to buy a lot of things to give each tribe member a special gift, so it was impossible to buy everything in a short time.

It looks like he's planning to spend all his bonus money. I'm afraid he'll be running around following the smell of food on the way back.

Really... so carefree that it's enviable.

Xiaoman has never had such a time before. She doesn't need to worry about spending all the money after getting it, and she already has an idea of ​​how to use it. This is not a life she can experience. Even in those ordinary families that are not very well-off, children can expect to occasionally receive a little money of their own with festivals or good things, but Xiaoman doesn't have that.

But she is not envious, because what her mother gave her is equally precious and unique, and Sumei, the teacher and even Lielie's participation are all making up for this. She is not poorer than any other child, and is even richer. As Bernardus said, she is always changing, but her mother is watching her.

She will set out tomorrow, continue to see the world tomorrow, and tomorrow - she will face everyone with her true self.