I'll also work hard to conquer the dungeon today.

Chapter 473, page 2.1-2: The Crown: The Treasure of a Lost Dynasty
Daolin stood on the bustling yet simple street, looking up at the tallest and most magnificent building in the center. He roughly understood that he had arrived in the capital, but had been separated from the others.

The teleportation is probably random, but the rules say there are three return routes, so logically there should only be three teleportation locations, meaning the return routes should be nearby.

After all, the most dangerous place is the most dangerous place. Where the initial teleportation point was, that should be the place immediately afterward.

"Look, the King's Griffin Team is back!" The street was bustling with noise. Daolin took a few steps to the side and walked to the door of a building, quietly observing the so-called King's Griffin Team.

The group of a dozen or so people rode majestic and fierce griffins. Four people were tied up in the group; they were the four members of the Conqueror's Guild that had been encountered earlier, and it was unclear why they had been captured.

As Daolin pondered this, the Griffin team suddenly stopped as they passed by him.

The man in the lead suddenly jumped off the griffin and walked straight toward him.

That person had long, straight, smooth black hair that fell casually down the back of their head, swaying gently in the breeze.

He was handsome but had a cold and expressionless face. His eyes were covered by a black cloth, so his face was not visible, but this did not diminish his outstanding temperament.

He should be blind, but his eyesight is better than that of normal people. The blindfold did not hinder his movements; instead, it added to his unique sense of mystery.

His arms and ankles were adorned with dazzling gold ornaments inlaid with beautiful gemstones. His simple black clothing, embellished with gold, made a crisp sound as he walked. It was clear at a glance that he was a nobleman of extremely high status.

This dynasty had an extreme love for gold and gemstones. Gold symbolized the king, the sun, and the gods, while gemstones symbolized life. However, only the wealthy and nobles could afford gold and gemstone ornaments.

When the common people saw him approaching, they all made way for him. Only Daolin stood there blankly, and finally watched as he walked up to him and knelt down on one knee to pay his respects.

“Your Highness, why are you staying with lowly commoners instead of staying in the temple? Please come back with me immediately. We cannot allow those lowly commoners to defile your sacred body.”

Although Daolin's expression remained calm, his mind was in turmoil. Based on his words, he came to two conclusions: the holy son of the temple looked almost exactly like him.

Second...

He had a very bad feeling that if both the first and second conditions were true, then there would only be one answer left.

The Holy Son is lazy, and even before the kingdom's history, he was still lazy.

After all, no one knows how long the Seven Deadly Sins lived or when they appeared, so they are either Sloth himself or someone who looks just like him.

However, since his appearance changed due to laziness, the only answer to the question of whether he looks exactly the same is laziness itself.

Dao Lin did not believe himself to be the Holy Son of the Temple, because the Holy Son was something that had always existed and could not have appeared out of thin air. If he went to the Temple with this person, he would definitely be exposed, but if he did not go, it would arouse suspicion.

After thinking it over, Daolin decided not to answer him.

The man stood up, somewhat puzzled by Dao Lin's silence, and asked, "Is there something important that you came out about?"

Dao Lin nodded with a cold face, but still didn't speak to him.

“I understand. Your Highness, I will come to fetch you back to the temple before sunset. Please take good care of yourself and do not let those lowly commoners approach you.” He nodded, not insisting on anything. After saying this, he turned and returned to the griffin without hesitation, setting off back to the palace.

Dao Lin watched the Griffin team gradually disappear before his eyes. He then looked at the civilians around him who were staring at him with fearful expressions. He lowered his eyes and walked into the distance.

Some things, once spoken, can't be undone. Take these four people he captured, for example. He can't very well ask them what happened. After all, there's a 50% chance the Holy Son knows about it, and if he asks, it will definitely expose him.

This person is very strong; if a fight breaks out, he won't even have a chance to fight back. Especially in this era where divine and royal power coexist, even if it's not intentional, if he's discovered to be impersonating the Holy Son, he'll probably be burned alive.

Having just arrived, we need to observe the situation before making any rash moves. First, we should meet up with Mu Yegui and Bertias to share the intelligence we have gathered.

However, because of that commotion earlier, many people have seen his face, so he can no longer openly appear on the street to gather intelligence.

This scenario is extremely difficult; the dynasty must be brought down within three years. To be honest, he currently has absolutely no clue what to do, and the stories in the murals are at best just a reference.

If he could get the support of the temple's holy son, things might be a little easier, but what he just saw completely dashed his hopes.

Laziness is born with the ability to foresee the future, so it probably already knows of his existence, but it hasn't figured out how to deal with this person yet.

"I need to cover my face first... Do I have to learn from Bell and cover myself with a cloak?" However, such attire seems quite normal in this era, while his current clothes are out of place.

Dao Lin reached out and touched his left earring, only to find that his item had vanished, meaning that this instance forcibly prohibited the use of any items.

Let me figure out what I'm wearing first...

the other side.

The man rode a griffin to the palace and led his soldiers to escort the four people up the high steps.

Before he could even offer his greeting, Wang Yong casually remarked in his deep, husky, and magnetic mature voice, "Hmm? It seems we've been delayed quite a bit on the road?"

"These four outsiders seem to have some strange items. They wasted some of my time. Please punish me, Your Majesty." The man deliberately omitted the fact that he had encountered Dao Lin on the way, clearly not considering it important.

"How boring. I thought they were some kind of outsiders, but they're nothing special." The king chuckled, resting one hand on his throne, and mocked.

His long, light golden hair fell casually down his back, and his deep, prominent features were perfectly sculpted. A slightly unruly, arrogant smile graced his handsome face, and his pair of cold, vertical, golden pupils, like those of a snake, were devoid of any emotion, as if he were staring at a dead man no matter who he looked at.

The ears are not rounded like those of humans, but have pointed corners, giving them a unique aesthetic appeal.

His tall and strong physique, adorned with dazzling gold and sparkling gems, exuded a cold and powerful aura that suggested he cared nothing for anyone's existence and even despised everything.

The aloof and arrogant king looked coldly at his people.

He was more like a god than a king.

(End of this chapter)