My mom is waiting for treatment, and you're summoning me to be a hero?

On this day, Lin Mo accompanied Mianmian shopping as usual.

Tomorrow marks the start of the Glory Trial Tournament, and the capital city is exceptionally lively on this day.

The cries of vendors rose and fell, and pedestrians thronged the streets.

Lin Mo's purpose today was very clear: to find out about the Twilight Stone.

As for the specific arrangements for tomorrow, he left it to Hunter Axe.

Although that guy looks rough, he's been in the capital for decades, so he can handle this kind of thing.

Lin Mo only had one thing to do: kill the emperor.

Mianmian is still the same as always, curious about everything.

Today, Yin Xue transformed into a young girl, leading Mianmian through the crowd and buying a whole bunch of useless things.

Lin Mo followed behind, occasionally stopping to ask people on the roadside about the Twilight Stone.

"Twilight Stone? I've heard of it, it's a treasure..."

"Where exactly? How would I know? That kind of thing is not something someone like me could possibly have access to!"

"I heard that a piece of it was found in the North decades ago and was picked up by an adventurer. Later, that person disappeared. I guess he was killed and robbed of the treasure."

"You're looking for that? Forget about it, those kinds of things are rare and hard to come by."

……

After asking around all morning, all I got were vague and ambiguous answers.

Some people say they've seen it in some kind of historical site.

Some say it's in the hands of a high-ranking nobleman.

Some people say it's just a legend, and no one has ever seen the real thing.

In the afternoon, Lin Mo heard a useful piece of information from an old man who specialized in reselling antiques.

"Twilight Stones are rare, and most of them are just rumors, not to be believed. But there is one place where they are definitely known."

Lin Mo raised an eyebrow: "Where?"

"The Dragon Clan. There's a piece there. It's said to have been preserved for hundreds of years."

Dragons.

Lin Mo fell silent.

He had heard of dragons.

They were a proud race, living in Dragon Valley in the far north, and rarely interacted with humans.

They are said to look down on other races, considering humans to be inferior, greedy, and untrustworthy.

"Want to go to the Dragon Clan?" The old man smiled at his expression.

"Young man, I advise you to give up on that idea. That place doesn't welcome humans. If you go there, whether you can come back alive is a question."

Lin Mo didn't say anything, just nodded, paid, and turned to leave.

It seems I'll have to make a trip to the Dragon Clan once things are settled here.

He was making plans in his mind.

Just then, Yin Xue's body suddenly stiffened.

She hovered in mid-air, her blood-red eyes slightly narrowed, and her small ears twitched, as if she had sensed something.

"what?"

Lin Mo looked at her.

"What's wrong?"

Yin Xue did not answer immediately, but closed his eyes and formed a simple hand seal with his hands.

A few seconds later, she opened her eyes and a smile appeared on her lips.

"Little Red is coming."

She raised her hand, and a red magic circle appeared in front of her.

It drew attention from those around them.

A moment later, a familiar red figure emerged from the formation.

It was Xiao Hong.

It snorted and rubbed its big, furry head against Lin Mo and Yin Xue, making a satisfied purring sound in its throat.

After rubbing against it, it seemed to remember something, lowered its head, took an envelope from its neck, and handed it to Lin Mo.

Lin Mo took the envelope.

The envelope was made of thick paper, the standard military paper used in Ash Fortress.

The opening was sealed with sealing wax, on which was printed a simple alchemy symbol.

It is a mark that Liu Yishou often uses.

He tore open the seal and pulled out the letter inside.

The handwriting on the letter was messy, bearing Liu Yishou's unique style:

Lin Xiaozi:

The first medicine delivery was successful; the compass positioning was very accurate.

The effect should be good.

I heard about what happened over there; you've caused quite a stir in the capital.

Be careful, don't die.

—Liu Yishou's calligraphy

Lin Mo looked at the letter, let out a long breath, a breath that carried an indescribable meaning.

I feel relaxed, relieved, and there's something that's been weighing on my heart for a long time, something I can finally let go of.

This method is feasible.

After that, all we need to do is focus on improving the quality and effectiveness of the medicine.

He raised his head and looked at Yin Xue.

The little demon king stood with his hands on his hips, chin raised, his blood-red eyes filled with smugness.

"How was it? Wasn't I amazing?"

Lin Mo smiled: "Indeed impressive."

Yin Xue was very pleased to hear the praise.

The little wings flapped rapidly, and the person spun around in the air: "That's right, don't you know who I am?"

Suddenly, the sound of rapid hoofbeats came from the end of the street.

The sound was urgent and heavy.

Pedestrians on the road scrambled to the sides, letting out a chorus of gasps in surprise.

Lin Mo turned his head to look.

A magnificent carriage is speeding towards us.

The four pure white horses pulling the carriage were all plump and strong, adorned with glittering gold ornaments.

The entire carriage was gilded and engraved with intricate patterns, so dazzling in the sunlight that it was hard to open one's eyes.

The carriage rushed straight up to Lin Mo before suddenly stopping.

The horse's hooves rose high and then fell heavily, kicking up dust.

The curtain was drawn back, revealing a face.

He was a man who bore a resemblance to Li Yiguang.

But as he got older, he developed an air of arrogance and swagger in his eyes.

He was dressed in a bright yellow robe, wearing a jade crown on his head, and holding a string of prayer beads of unknown material in his hand.

The eldest prince, Li Yishao.

He actually found Lin Mo.

Lin Mo immediately became alert.

Although Otem has already used Li Yiguang's power to cancel his arrest warrant, we must not be careless when he comes knocking on our door now.

Li Yishao's gaze swept over Lin Mo from head to toe.

A playful smile curled at the corner of his lips.

"You're the black-robed fugitive whose warrant was revoked by my brother?"

His voice was drawn out, carrying a condescending tone.

Lin Mo raised an eyebrow slightly but remained silent.

Li Yishao paid no attention to his silence and continued:

"What did my foolish brother offer you to make you agree to participate in the Glory Trial in his place?"

He paused, then his smile deepened.

"What he gave you, I can give you too, even more. Name your price."

Lin Mo looked at him, her hand on the hilt of her sword.

He had only one thought in his mind: what angle could he use to kill Li Yishao with a single sword strike?

When Li Yishao saw Lin Mo's expression, he assumed that Lin Mo was thinking, so he smiled and leaned close to Lin Mo's ear.

"Li Yiguang killed an imperial soldier and now he doesn't even dare to see the Emperor. Can you pass on a message to him for me? If he wants to escape, he can come to me tonight. As for you, you can represent me in the Glory Finals tomorrow."

He looked into Lin Mo's eyes and asked, "How about this deal?"

林默

"I'll be waiting to see how you perform in tomorrow's match."

With a flick of the whip, the four horses neighed and pulled the carriage away at breakneck speed, kicking up clouds of dust.

Yin Xue choked and coughed, covering his nose as he yelled at the departing carriage, "Cough cough cough—! Pui pui pui! What a lousy carriage! Are they rushing to their death?! They have no manners at all!!!"

Xiao Hong snorted in agreement.

Her shouts echoed through the street, drawing glances from passersby who quickly looked away.

Nobody dared to get involved in this.

Lin Mo did not move.

He simply stood there, watching the carriage disappear at the end of the street.

Then he slowly lowered his hand from the hilt of the sword.

"Let's go."

Mianmian climbed onto his shoulder and rubbed her fluffy head against his face, as if to comfort him.

Yin Xue was still cursing, but he had already caught up.

The three figures were gradually swallowed up by the crowd.

……

Inside the carriage, the curtains had already been drawn.

The smile on Li Yishao's face disappeared, replaced by a gloomy seriousness.

He fiddled with the rosary beads in his hand, his gaze fixed on the patterns on the ceiling of the carriage.

The driver's voice came from outside:

"Your Highness, that man exuded murderous intent. Just a moment ago, he seemed about to attack."

Li Yishao nodded.

"I can tell."

He paused, his voice turning cold:

"Send someone to keep an eye on him. We must not let him participate. The secret realm of the Glory Trial is restricted to those above level 70. His strength far exceeds level 70. If we let him in, I have no chance of winning."

The driver's voice came from outside:

"What does Your Highness mean?"

A cold smile curled at the corner of Li Yishao's mouth.

"Kill them directly."