[Ninth day of the dungeon opening 8:00 am]
In the large white conference room, people sat on rows of benches.
They bowed their heads, looked sad, and wore white cloth on their shoulders.
A plant native to Praia called Miracle Grass is held in their hands.
Miracle grass means passing away, eternity, and there is only one occasion when this plant is used.
The wind and snow outside the window hit the gauze paper, making the room extremely cold.
A serious-looking, white-haired old man stood on the stage leaning on a cane.
Next to him sat ministers wearing white cloth and holding miracle grass in their hands. Even Duoya, who was always dressed in bright clothes, had her hair tied up, without any makeup, and wore a pure white dress.
"Today, we are here to mourn the death of a hero," Clifford said softly.
His voice was old and heavy, echoing in the quiet conference room.
"...He was the savior who saved the entire Praia in the past. He was the hero who led the residents to the city of gods and blocked the storm disaster."
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[Soul Hunters will become people who are full of justice and passion, entangled in a web of tasks, brainwashed by the stories passed down by people, and fight for their entire lives to wipe out the Soul Clan]
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"Before, due to the information blockade by the royal family, we were not aware of his achievements, nor did we give enough respect to this returning hero."
"But now,"
"His achievements should not be erased, and his spirit should live on forever."
"His name will live on in this era and be passed down to future generations."
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[They erected monuments, established names, and were chanted in poems. They left their names behind. They became iconic heroic soul hunters, inspiring the next generation to move forward.]
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"Praia's success in avoiding natural disasters and reaching its current prosperity is inseparable from his sacrifice."
“…He has always protected this land.”
"And he returned at the most critical moment, still without hesitation, and rushed to the front line of fighting the disaster."
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[The hatred has been passed down from generation to generation, almost engraved into their bones and melted into people's flesh and blood, and there is no possibility of easing it. ]
[They gave their lives to the land they loved and fought for it all their lives.]
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"He will always be in our hearts the greatest hero of the past hundred years and the 'brave man' who saved the entire Praia."
"From now on, no one will be able to replicate his achievements."
“His name is indelibly etched in Praia’s history and will be remembered as we pass on.”
"Heroes should never be forgotten."
“I hope that everyone present here will remember this beacon that has guided us and inspired the past generation, this generation, and will continue to inspire countless generations of Praia residents.”
People lowered their heads with sad expressions.
Sitting in the corner, Naraku, who was the deceased's friend, hung his head woodenly.
Clifford's words lingered in her ears, but she seemed to have lost her hearing and everything in front of her became blurry.
She clenched her fists so tightly that her nails dug into her palms and blood began to flow out.
And at this moment.
“Bang!”
The door of the conference room was suddenly kicked open and a figure rushed in quickly.
"What a rude fellow!" Clifford, who was reading the eulogy, was so angry that his old face turned red.
People immersed in sorrow look back.
A guy in a black robe rushed in like the wind.
"Amber?" Ask glanced at the person who broke in.
He was amused by Ying's sudden intrusion: "-- You, the leader, finally show up, huh? You were busy occupying points during the sea feast, you didn't even come to our meeting, you were not there during the most dangerous siege, you couldn't even watch the hero go away - now at this moment of mourning the hero, you suddenly barge in again, without any respect for Lord Su Lin, you really are a 'qualified' soul hunting leader."
Ying glanced at him, ignored him, and threw the thing in his hand to the ground.
“Bang!”
Everyone's gaze, either sad or angry, was instantly attracted to that thing.
It was a large cloth bag that was bulging with things.
The things inside fell out, in pieces, and collided with each other, making a crisp sound.
"Amber, we're just about to hold a meeting to discuss the cancellation of your position—" Clifford didn't care at all about what Ying brought. He was so angry that his white beard was trembling.
"etc……"
Duoya, who was wearing a white dress, suddenly stood up and stopped him.
She glanced at the things on the ground, raised her head in shock, and looked at Ying: "...Amber, are these things on the ground resource stones?"
Clifford's anger was instantly calmed by Doya's exclamation.
His eyes shifted slightly and looked at something on the ground.
The stones of different sizes that fell on the ground were emitting a circle of strange light.
...That is the precious treasure, the resource stone, that can be used to maintain the barrier and identify the soul clan.
This kind of thing is extremely precious. Even when Su Mingan signed up for the soul hunt, he only got a small piece. In Praia, it is regarded as a strategic item. Just a small piece is almost priceless.
At the beginning, the trading commodity transported by the At was called "Stone of At", which was a kind of resource stone.
It usually requires a giant tray stone to preserve it, otherwise the stone will emit white gas when it is taken out, start to lose energy automatically, and gradually become a useless stone.
Only resource stones that have been carefully processed and made into distribution items can be carried with you.
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