My bloodline is so eager to improve.

"Could it be that the sickle that stabbed that shaman was also infused with mithril?"

Otto now understood why the sickle could injure the shaman.

It's likely that the opponent received the protection of a demon or some kind of blessing, which is why the mithril-laced sickle broke through their defenses.

With that in mind, Otto carefully put away the Eye of Callum, knowing he would need it for his future actions.

Ultimately, K perfected the plan.

The Dragon Slayer Squad has officially partnered with Irene.

The end-of-month assessment is the day after tomorrow, so they still have some time to prepare.

Goren planned to put the materials he had on hand into the warehouse for archiving, while Maika took the kangaroo bat's original pouch and wing membrane to Una to make a space pocket.

Tessa, on the other hand, was pulled to the backyard by Eileen, seemingly to make some additional plans.

As for Otto, seeing that time was running out, he immediately made an excuse, saying that he needed to study the list of offerings for the Goddess of Light, and then left the forging workshop.

Actually, he planned to ask Phyllis if there was a cemetery near Oak Town so he could help the black cat transform.

This isn't exactly a lie; it's unlikely that the raven will keep tormenting me in my dreams. After all, keeping vigil in the cemetery is a kind of offering to the goddess of light.

Anyway, there's no rule that he can't do volunteer work if he doesn't use the Lamplight Eye. He can just use the Lamplight Eye again when he gets to the cemetery.

Now, all they want to do is increase their chances of winning as much as possible.

He touched the earthenware jar through his pocket; it was best to deal with this kind of evil-smelling thing as soon as possible.

With that thought in mind, Otto immediately quickened his pace.

But in late autumn, the weather is always unpredictable.

Earlier, the sky was clear and blue, but just past noon, lead-gray rain began to fall.

Along with Otto's moon silver carved armor, a series of clanging and banging sounds rang out.

This strange sound made the children on the street burst into laughter.

They felt that the armor in front of them was more like a bulky musical instrument than protective gear.

But as the rain intensified, there were hardly any people on the streets.

Otto, on the other hand, seemed somewhat out of place as he hurried toward the Adventurers' Guild.

Fortunately, Otto walked quickly and soon arrived at the Adventurers' Guild.

The Adventurers' Guild's wooden sign should be on the door, blackened by the rain.

Otto didn't pay any attention, he simply placed his hand on the wooden sign and pushed open the door.

The creaking of the wooden door was accompanied by the warm glow of the fire and the pungent smell of tobacco mixed with the aroma of ale.

Many members of the Adventurers' Guild gather here every day.

Therefore, whenever there is no ventilation, the smell becomes quite unpleasant.

Just as Otto frowned, searching for Phyllis, the girl walked back to the counter from the office.

"Mr. Otto, you're back from the camp?"

Phyllis greeted Otto warmly.

The whiteness of her milky skin rippled like a disturbed lake as Phyllis's arm swayed, attracting many glances.

This left Otto speechless for a moment; clearly, the girl was completely unaware of her alluring, weapon-like figure.

Otto felt that if Tessa was a refreshing drink adorned with countless exotic fruits in summer, then...

Then Phyllis is a high-end cake that only appears in the royal palace.

Just looking at it makes you want to imagine how soft and sweet it would be to immerse yourself in it.

But when the girl greeted him, Otto simply waved back in response.

He quickly sat down at Phyllis's counter, and Phyllis obediently handed him a towel, telling him to quickly wipe the rain off himself so he wouldn't get sick.

"Mr. Otto, do we still need to wear our armor in the rain?"

It must be very heavy, right?

Phyllis has also met many adventurers who rarely wear armor in the rain.

That burden was too heavy.

But looking at Otto's calm expression, Phyllis felt that it didn't seem to affect him much.

Otto simply explained it this way.

"It wasn't raining before I left, but you seem to have been very busy since you came back from the camp."

Otto remembered that the first person the guild sent to the camp was Phyllis.

However, after meeting Maeve, Phyllis needed to come back to confirm many things.

Therefore, the camp was put in charge by a different person.

Upon hearing Otto's words, Phyllis simply felt somewhat depressed.

"Because of me, my grandma and grandpa had a big fight, and I don't dare to go back."

Phyllis's real intention was to find out who had the chance to know Maeve's true file.

But to everyone's surprise, Phyllis's grandmother started arguing with Victor after hearing Maeve's name, putting Phyllis in a difficult position.

However, just as Phyllis was rambling on about her family affairs, she suddenly realized something: the adventurer in front of her wasn't there to listen to her nagging.

"Let's talk about these trivial matters later. Mr. Otto, are you here to accept the commission?"

Phyllis tidied the sparsely stocked counter in a flustered manner. After having drinks with Otto, the two had become quite familiar with each other, and being of the same age, they were also quite close.

Therefore, Phyllis always felt relaxed in his presence.

Fortunately, Otto didn't mind these trivial matters, only saying that they could go out for drinks again later, and also explaining his purpose.

"I'm looking for a cemetery to hold a meditation-like activity. Could the guild provide some information?"

The Adventurers' Guild is not only a processing center for various commissions, but also a regional intelligence gathering agency. Otto can always come and ask questions if he wants.

Upon hearing Otto's question, Phyllis seemed to have thought of something and quickly bent down to search for something in the drawer.

A short while later, Phyllis took out a document and placed it in front of Otto.

"Mr. Otto, would you be willing to take on this commission related to the cemetery?"

Chapter 85 Individual Commission

Phyllis gently pushed a yellowed commission form in front of Otto, her fingertips turning slightly white from nervousness.

Her voice unconsciously lowered, with a tremor that was hard to hide.

“There is a commission for the Raven Cemetery here. If Mr. Otto is willing, he can take it on as well.”

Otto picked up the service form and ran his fingertip over the messy handwriting on it.

The paper was slightly torn at the edges, indicating that it had been passed around by many people.

Phyllis took a deep breath and continued.

"It's been a full half month."

Every night after nightfall, the cemetery is filled with the sounds of a woman crying and the rattling of chains dragging across the stone paths.

A few brave young men, skeptical of superstition, went in together to investigate.

Her voice suddenly stopped, and her face turned pale.

After a long while, she continued.

"They all went crazy when they came back."

He was talking nonsense, saying he saw a woman in a white dress floating between the tombstones.

Some say she has no feet, others say her face is blank.

The town doctor prescribed them sedatives, but they still haven't recovered.

Phyllis couldn't help but shiver and instinctively hugged her arms tightly.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down, before continuing.

"At that time, the tomb keeper Romeo also disappeared."

The cemetery owner only realized something was wrong three days ago, but found only his lantern and a mud-covered boot at the cemetery gate.

The oil in the lantern hadn't burned out yet, indicating he was likely on patrol when he disappeared.

Upon hearing this, Otto frowned slightly.

He put down the order form, looked up at Phyllis, and asked the most crucial question.

"Have there been any recent burials in the cemetery?"

Or rather, did anything unusual happen about two weeks ago?

In Otto's view, the timing of this half-month interval was too coincidental.

Generally speaking, such sudden paranormal phenomena are mostly due to the burial of someone with extremely strong attachments before death in this land.

The intense resentment attracted restless spirits, which led to all sorts of strange occurrences.

If we can find this person, the problem should be easily solved.

Upon hearing this, Phyllis bent down and rummaged through the wooden cabinet behind her.

Soon, she took out a thin piece of paper with the cemetery's burial records for the past three months.

"According to the information provided by the cemetery, no one has been buried in the past two weeks."

However, exactly two weeks ago, Miss Juliet, the town's seamstress, passed away and was buried in the northwest corner of the cemetery.

Phyllis's face showed deep regret when Juliet was mentioned.

"Miss Juliet's cooking is really good."

A year ago, after she moved to Oaktown, she opened a small tailor shop in the town center.

Whether it's altering clothing sizes or customizing fabrics for various styles, she does it all impeccably.

Her stitches were so fine and even that even the most discerning noblewomen praised her craftsmanship.

I have several favorite dresses, all hand-sewn by Miss Juliet.

Her voice grew softer and softer, tinged with a sob.

"How could she have died so suddenly?"

I even ordered a coat from her store last month.

She looked perfectly fine at the time, showing no signs of illness whatsoever.

Otto heard the sadness in the girl's voice, but instead of asking immediately, he picked up a rag from the table and continued wiping the rainwater off his armor.

He knew Phyllis needed some time to calm down.

After a long while, Phyllis wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and looked up to speak.

"According to what we got from the cemetery, she died of illness."

She was said to have suffered a sudden illness, and by the time they found her, she had already stopped breathing.

Her voice was filled with disbelief.

"Such a good person, died all alone in his own tailor shop."

She lived there all by herself, with no one to take care of her.

He must have been very lonely when he died.

Phyllis is only sixteen years old this year, an age when she is naturally sentimental.

When someone you know suddenly passes away, it's natural to feel very down.

Otto didn't say anything, but silently wiped his armor, giving her enough time to compose herself.

Everyone else in the guild was busy with their own things, and no one came to disturb them.