Once inside the room, Harlan quickly distanced himself from Maggie, the blush on his face fading rapidly. His expression remained calm, as if nothing had happened, showing no trace of their earlier flirting.
Maggie mentally applauded him; his ability to change his expression so quickly was truly top-notch.
The room was decorated in a very ordinary medieval classical style. Harlan went over and closed the window, while Maggie stood there frantically flipping through the original comic book plot.
This cemetery of the dead was ultimately Harlen's promotion quest, but as described in the comics at the time, it took Harlen, who had already become a Holy Knight, a full half month to resolve it.
He's just a high-ranking paladin now, how dare he rashly trespass here?
Maggie was suspicious. Could it be that because she didn't die, the plot was changed, forcing Harlan to enter the cemetery of the dead ahead of time?
However, Harun did ultimately resolve the issue of the cemetery for the dead, which makes the survival rate seem to suddenly increase.
Maggie's mind raced, but she showed no sign of fear on her face, her tone extremely calm as she watched Harlan's retreating figure.
"Your purpose? Don't tell me you're here to protect me."
She asked her question directly and bluntly, without any need for beating around the bush.
"We cooperate, and each of us gets what we need."
Harlan turned around and spoke in a simple, direct, and even crude manner, which surprised Maggie, who had originally planned to engage in some scheming with him. This was not like his usual style.
But this is good, it saves a lot of trouble.
"Your intelligence."
Maggie closed her eyes. Cooperation should be profitable. Although she didn't know what role Harlan thought she played, or if he might see her as a pawn or a piece of trash, it was never a bad idea to test the waters.
"Many years ago, the Sage of Tabor destroyed a great lich that brought a scourge of the dead to the continent of Coral, named Congreve."
Harlan didn't answer, and suddenly began to talk about the history of the continent of Coral.
He was referring to the period between the Forest Elf Era and the God Era, when the undead were at their strongest. Because of their unique nature, all races could be transformed, leading humans to believe that the continent of Coral would fall into the hands of the undead.
It should be said that this applies not only to humans, but also to other races.
At that time, the various races not only had to fight for the divine position, but also had to eliminate the dead, which was a hellish disaster. It would not be an exaggeration to say that the period was filled with wailing.
Finally, it was only through the united efforts of all races that the undead were completely driven out.
Because every race understands that if the undead scourge completely engulfs the continent of Coral, there will be no life left, and even the change of eras will become a luxury. The undead will rule forever.
Until the continent of Coral was completely destroyed.
"In his previous life, Congreve was a prince of a human kingdom and a powerful swordsman. He later died in the Scourge and was corrupted by the aura of the undead, transforming into a lich."
"He rose to become the Lord of the Undead in a very short time, and now, his Lich Box sits at the top of the Green Tower."
Maggie knows the plot like the back of her hand, so she won't miss any details, and she knows what Harlan is talking about.
Harlan seemed surprised that Maggie was also familiar with that period of history, and paused for a moment before continuing.
"He once left behind a son, who is the owner of this courtyard."
Maggie was taken aback for a moment, then her brows furrowed slightly.
"How could that be? Those things happened before the beginning of time..."
Halfway through her sentence, Maggie suddenly realized that this was a cemetery for the dead, where anything was possible, and the dead could not die.
"No, this cemetery was built later."
Maggie quickly denied her suspicions, and she was confused again.
“You’re right, this cemetery was indeed built later, but Congreve’s son’s original noble estate was located here.”
Harlan nodded, agreeing with Maggie's words, but only half of them.
"But what does it matter? Are you trying to say that the restless spirits here are his son?"
Maggie asked uncertainly.
"No, if you were a member of that kingdom, and after Congerf became a ghost, or even a necromancer king threatening the entire continent, how would you treat his son?"
Harlan shook his head and continued to ask.
"?"
A question mark popped into Maggie's head. Her first thought was, "This isn't his son's fault, so what does it have to do with him?"
But she soon realized that the times would limit people's thoughts, so her son was likely to be treated differently.
"You mean he was discriminated against, right?"
Maggie's choice of words is very precise.
"Countless humans have had their loved ones killed by the spirits of the dead, and naturally many would approach him with a desire for revenge, so his fate could only be a tragedy."
Harlan's words completely changed Maggie's perception of him.
Language carries subjective emotions, and it's clear that Harlan doesn't agree with those people's actions.
Then, Harlan's gaze suddenly fell on the top of Maggie's head, and he smiled slightly at it.
"Miss Ghost, can we talk now?"
In an instant, Maggie felt the temperature in the room drop sharply, and most of her body was frozen.
The guy behind her clenched his fist tightly, his long nails digging into her shoulder, and blood flowed down her shoulder. Maggie didn't feel any pain because her body was numb from the cold.
"Don't be angry, we can save your loved one."
Harlan ignored the injured Maggie and continued to coax and persuade the 'Ghost Lady' he was talking about.
"If we die, the ghost of your loved one will be imprisoned outside for eternity. Even so, don't you mind?"
His words calmed the guy behind Maggie down. Maggie could feel the pressure on her shoulder lessen, but there was no sign of him letting go.
Harlan launched his attack out of the blue, catching Maggie completely off guard.
He hadn't considered that if he made a mistake, she might die at the hands of this undead.
He was speaking to the ghost behind her.
An inexplicable anger surged to her head. Maggie hated being used, and a surge of urge to stab the other person to death welled up inside her.
But now was not the right time, so Maggie forced herself to calm down and tried to persuade the ghost behind her, following Harlan's lead.
"Yes, we're here to help you."
She speaks as gently as possible, with a soothing tone, like a caring older sister.
Maggie continued to persuade her little by little, using all the information she knew. There was still no movement behind her, but she did not do anything else to hurt her. Maggie could only wait patiently.
Time passed, and the air grew eerily quiet. Finally, the chilling cold that had been clinging to her body finally left her.
The moment Maggie realized that the ghost didn't want to kill her, her first instinct wasn't to look at it, but to give it a sinister smirk.
The next second, an arrow of light flew past Harlen's cheek.
Blood splattered in the air; if Harun hadn't dodged in time, the arrow of light would have pierced his eye and gone straight through his skull.
Maggie couldn't stand it for even a second longer. That bastard, how dare he scheme against her!
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