My bloodline is so eager to improve.

Fortunately, Phyllis was professional enough that she quickly recovered from her brief disappointment.

She looked up at Otto and said softly.

"The commission for this transaction is fifty copper Thorns."

The client, the owner of the cemetery, said that if anyone could completely resolve the cemetery's anomalies and restore peace, he would add thirty bronze Thornes as a reward.

Eighty copper Thornes is a very generous reward for a small commission to cleanse paranormal phenomena.

According to Phyllis, these kinds of commissions usually cost between thirty and fifty copper Thorns.

Seeing this, Otto simply nodded and said straightforwardly.

"make a deal."

Otto's purpose was simply to find a suitable place to prepare for the black cat's transformation, and he wouldn't mind taking on the commission as long as the payment was reasonable.

Thinking of this, he stood up and put his cleaned armor back on, piece by piece.

The cold metal against the skin brings a familiar sense of security.

He carefully examined the iron sword at his waist to make sure the blade was sharp and undamaged.

After he finished preparing, he looked at Phyllis and said with a smile.

“Then I’ll go to the Crow Cemetery now.”

It's getting cooler, so take care of yourself and don't catch a cold.

Otto reached out and affectionately patted Phyllis's head.

His hands still felt the cool touch of the armor, but Phyllis felt a warm current flow from the top of her head all the way to her heart.

She looked up, met Otto's eyes, and spoke earnestly.

You must be careful.

Otto smiled and nodded.

Then he picked up the commission form on the table and turned to walk towards the guild gate.

As Otto turned and left, Phyllis felt somewhat dazed.

It wasn't until Otto was almost out of the guild gates that she suddenly realized what was happening and shouted loudly.

"Mr. Otto, you must be careful!"

Phyllis has been working at the Adventurers' Guild for three years.

Although she was the same age as Otto, she had witnessed far more life-and-death separations than Otto.

She had seen too many adventurers who greeted her with smiles the day before, only to never return the next day.

Some were brought back as cold corpses, while others disappeared completely in the wild, leaving no trace.

Perhaps because they were talking about the death of an acquaintance, Phyllis seemed somewhat anxious and uncertain.

Chapter Eighty-Six: The Crow Cemetery

But upon hearing Phyllis's shout, Otto didn't turn around. He simply raised his hand, waved it, and then walked out of the Adventurers' Guild's gate.

While Otto and Phyllis were chatting, the rain outside had stopped.

The air after the rain was exceptionally fresh, carrying the scent of earth and grass.

The sky remained overcast, with thick, dark clouds, suggesting that another rainstorm could occur at any moment.

Otto quickened his pace, heading towards the Raven Cemetery on the west side of Oaktown.

To the west of the town is a range of hills, and the Crow Cemetery is located at the foot of one of them.

Otto walked along the muddy path for about an hour before finally arriving at his destination.

The cemetery is surrounded by a black iron fence, rusted and twisted, resembling a row of dried bones, which looks particularly eerie under the gloomy sky.

In some places, the fence has broken, revealing dark, gaping holes.

A worn-out wooden plaque hung on the cemetery gate, originally bearing the words "Rest in Peace," but after years of wind and rain, the words were blurred and illegible. Otto could only barely make out the words when he got closer.

"It looks like this place has really been in disrepair for years."

Otto muttered to himself.

He reached out and pushed open the heavy iron gate.

The door hinges emitted a piercing creak, like the wail of some creature, which echoed for a long time in the silent valley.

The moment the iron gate opened, a chilling aura rushed out, mixed with a strong smell of earth and decay.

The smell was like a pile of rotten meat fermenting for months in a dark warehouse, making one want to vomit.

Otto frowned, but didn't seem to care.

He placed his hand on the hilt of the iron sword at his waist and carefully walked deeper into the cemetery.

The cemetery was overgrown with waist-high weeds, making the original paths almost invisible.

The tombstones are crooked and leaning, many broken in two, the inscriptions blurred by wind and rain, only some incomplete names and dates can be vaguely seen.

Some tombstones were covered in moss, while others were entangled in vines, indicating that no one had visited them for many years.

Several black crows perched on the tallest old oak tree in the center of the cemetery, occasionally letting out hoarse cries, adding to the eerie atmosphere.

They looked at Otto, this uninvited guest, with wary eyes, as if guarding this land belonging to the dead.

As the client stated, this is a cemetery that is almost abandoned.

It seems that Romeo, the missing gravedigger, hasn't taken good care of this place for a long time.

Perhaps it is precisely because the cemetery is abandoned that it gives ghosts the opportunity to haunt.

Otto took a deep breath, suppressing his discomfort.

He gripped the sword hilt tightly, carefully observing the surrounding movements.

His spiritual eye has been activated, and now, with the increase in his level, Otto can also see some sinister auras that ordinary people cannot see.

In his view, the entire cemetery was shrouded in a thick, dark fog, and the fog was thickest in the northwest corner of the cemetery, where Juliet was buried.

Only after confirming that there was no danger did he continue walking deeper into the cemetery.

As darkness fell, night gradually descended.

In the twilight, the tombstones in the distance became blurry black shadows, like standing ghosts.

Otto walked carefully, his feet occasionally crunching on broken branches and scattered bones.

Some of the skeletons were from animals, and some were from humans; it was unknown from which damaged tomb they had come from.

He could clearly feel a strong and cold resentment permeating the surroundings.

The resentment was like countless cold, venomous snakes, coiling around his ankles and climbing up his calves, sending a chill down his spine.

Even with the protection of the Soul-Purifying Flame, he could still feel the immense power of that resentment.

Since becoming a Fireguard, Otto has become increasingly sensitive to this sinister aura.

He knew he was getting closer and closer to his goal.

At that very moment, a faint, almost imperceptible sound of a woman weeping drifted from the northwest corner of the cemetery.

Otto perked up and immediately strode toward the direction from which the crying was coming.

The crying grew clearer and clearer; it was indeed a woman's voice.

The voice was filled with endless sorrow and despair, as if tears accumulated over a thousand years were pouring out at this moment.

Amid the weeping, there was also the strange sound of heavy iron chains dragging on the ground, which sounded particularly jarring in the silent cemetery.

Otto had experienced many dangerous adventures, and his will had long been tempered.

He showed no stage fright whatsoever, calmly walking through a dense thicket of bushes.

Soon, a newly erected tombstone appeared before his eyes.

This tombstone is much newer than the surrounding ones.

A woman in a long white dress stood in front of the tombstone.

Her long, black hair cascaded over her shoulders as she turned her back to Otto.

Her shoulders trembled slightly, and she was immersed in an indescribable despair.

The long white dress fluttered gently in the night breeze, making it look as if it were truly floating.

Otto's luminous eye clearly captured this scene.

He carefully observed the woman before him, but for the time being, he could not sense the strange aura that represented a powerful demon from her. He could only confirm that she was a ghost with extremely deep resentment.

Her body was semi-transparent, surrounded by a thick, dark resentment.

Those resentments seemed to have a life of their own, constantly churning around her.

Heavy black chains were fastened to her wrists and ankles, the other ends of which were sunk deep into the ground, connected to something unknown.

Otto slowed his pace and asked in a low voice.

"Is this Miss Juliet?"

Upon hearing Otto's voice, the woman's crying stopped abruptly.

She slowly turned her head.

In that instant, Otto's pupils suddenly contracted.

That wasn't a human face at all.

Her face had no features, only a blurry, constantly writhing mass of flesh.

Her long, jet-black hair moved automatically in the air without wind, like seaweed.

Even without eyes, Otto could feel her staring intently at him.

"Who...who are you?"

A cold voice rang directly in Otto's mind.

The sound wasn't heard through his ears, but rather penetrated directly into the depths of his consciousness, carrying a chilling aura.

Otto could even feel his brain tingling slightly.

Otto gripped the iron sword at his waist, watching the ghost before him warily, and said in a deep voice.

"I am Otto, an adventurer from Oak Town, and I belong to the Dragonbreaker Squad."

I have come here so that you may rest in peace.

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Chapter 87 Juliet (First Update, Please Subscribe)

Otto's words only elicited a chilling laugh from Juliet.

The laughter was sharp and piercing, like fingernails scraping against glass, sending chills down your spine.

"rest in peace?"

Her voice was filled with resentment and anger.

He killed me!

Bury me here like trash, and lock my body tightly with iron chains engraved with runes!

And now you actually want me to rest in peace?

impossible!

Absolutely impossible!

With her ferocious laughter, the surrounding temperature suddenly dropped.

A thin layer of white frost quickly formed on the ground, and even the air seemed to freeze.