Hello, is this a letter addressed to Demon Fortress?

When the fox-man mentioned the artifact that the Brotherhood had lost for who knows how many years, the eyes of everyone around lit up.

A divine artifact lost for many years, which the Assassin's Court has been searching for for countless years...

Will it end up in the hands of a few seemingly insignificant "kids"?

This sounds almost impossible.

However, compared to the option that "the opponent traversed the Howling Corridor with only the strength of a lower-level extraordinary being"...

This guess, ironically, seems particularly "reliable".

A brief moment of contemplation fell over the hall. The torchlight flickered across everyone's faces.

Someone muttered something under their breath:

"That story... how was it told again?"

"The divine weapon of the first hero, the Sword of the Goddess of Light..."

"Wasn't it also supposedly found by him in a garbage dump in his hometown?"

"Then the goddess within the sword guided him on his journey through battles, ultimately defeating the demon god..."

Although this is just a fairy tale to amuse children,

However, the probability of "finding a magical artifact" is not entirely zero.

And this tiny probability,

At this moment, in the hearts of everyone present,

It is quietly and uncontrollably surging.

After all, nobody wants to truly admit it.

Those strangers whom they regarded as "newbies"

They easily conquered the eternal fear known as the Howling Corridor, which they considered an insurmountable barrier, by relying on their own strength.

Unlike others who are only concerned with protecting their self-esteem,

The fox-man's narrow eyes gleamed with undisguised excitement and shrewdness.

Morpheus, sitting opposite him, was also working at a breakneck pace.

My fingers tapped the table unconsciously.

"Lord Morpheus."

The fox-man spoke, his voice even lower.

"I heard from my subordinates that..."

"Among those three humans, one claimed to be Rogge's nephew."

"He came to Avalon to find a place for his companions...?"

Morpheus's blood-red eyes flickered slightly, and he nodded.

"You mean...?"

The fox-man nodded immediately, his eyes gleaming with even more cunning.

"Make good use of this relationship."

"Let them feel Avalon's 'warmth' and 'acceptance'."

"Especially that demon prince's offspring, the elf."

"Then……"

He drawled out his words.

"Find a way to locate the true owner of that divine artifact."

In a corner of the hall, a human warrior who had been silent all along couldn't help but speak up:

"Killing for treasure?"

"But this contradicts our founding principles for Avalon..."

"What murder and robbery?!"

The fox-man interrupted him irritably.

"I mean, use something soft!"

He wagged his tail.

"Didn't he want his companions to join Avalon?"

"Then let her join."

"Let her settle down here and fall in love with this place."

He glanced around at everyone and gave a sly smile.

"Then……"

"Tell him that Avalon is now facing annihilation."

"It will be destroyed soon."

The fox-person's voice was soft and clear:

"Out of a vision for our companions,"

"To make that person who possesses the divine artifact willingly..."

"Lend us that possible divine artifact."

"Good idea."

A resolute glint flashed in Morpheus's blood-red eyes.

"Do as you say."

He stood up, seemingly ready to give orders immediately.

"etc."

The fox-man quickly called out to him.

"Not too many people should know about this."

"Knowing too much will make it easy to give yourself away."

The fox-man's eyes flickered, and he lowered his voice:

"Besides, dealing with that half-demon elf is actually quite simple."

"All we need to do is... lift the restrictions on her."

"Just let the residents of Avalon accept her 'automatically'."

Upon hearing this, Morpheus hesitated slightly:

"But I have already exposed her identity as the offspring of the Demon Prince in public."

He shook his head.

"The inhabitants of Avalon are not indifferent to demons."

"They only accept demons from Lord Guxin's clan."

"As for other demons..."

His tone turned somber.

"Prejudice remains deep-seated."

"Especially in recent years, they've heard it far too often—"

"There are too many rumors about other demons wanting to kill Lord Guxin, seize the Demon King Pillar, and inherit the Demon King's throne."

"so……"

Morpheus didn't finish speaking.

But the meaning behind those words is already quite clear.

To mobilize the residents of Avalon, the first step is to resolve the issue of the demon prince's identity.

This is indeed a difficult problem.

But this was no challenge for the fox-people, who were known for their cunning.

The fox-man chuckled and swayed his tail gently.

"I heard that the Demon Prince's heir... has white hair."

He spoke slowly, his eyes gleaming.

"Among the races of the seventy-two demon kings, white hair is extremely rare."

He paused and looked at Morpheus.

"Perfect timing, our Lord Guxin..."

"He is also a white-haired demon king."

The fox-man didn't finish his sentence.

But everyone present immediately understood what he meant.

"Remember," the fox-man said, his smile fading and his expression turning serious.

Sincerity is the greatest weapon.

"If something is adulterated, it will not only be easy to be exposed, but it will also make things more complicated."

He looked around at everyone present.

"The plan can only be known to a few of us."

"The operation was also secretly guided by us."

"We must never let our subordinates suspect anything."

What we need to do is create an atmosphere.

"Let the residents discover it 'theirselves' and then believe it 'theirselves'."

Everyone nodded in agreement.

They didn't know,

Right now, on the roof of this hall,

A young mage, draped in a veil of night, was listening intently.

They heard their entire plan clearly.

The meeting came together quickly and ended just as quickly.

Morpheus gave a few final instructions, and then everyone stood up.

The orc half-demon with ram's horns on his head, carrying a battle axe, was the first to push open the door and come out.

Several human warriors in leather armor followed closely behind, talking in hushed tones.

The fox-person stretched, its tail swaying leisurely, and slowly strolled out the door.

Eno, the goblin holding the bronze mirror, lowered his head and disappeared in a flash.

The hall quickly emptied.

Lin Gui did not linger.

He quietly followed the last few people who left.

They left the city lord's mansion under the cover of night.

Seated sideways on his oak staff, he floated through the night sky of Avalon.

A cool night breeze brushed against my cheek.

They originally came just to scout out the area and gather some intelligence.

Who would have thought that such a "gain" would occur?

Lin Gui, sitting on his staff, had a complex mix of emotions in his eyes.

I can't quite put my finger on whether it's frustration or something else.

He just didn't expect it.

Before I even made a move, things seemed to be moving in a positive direction.

And the reason was... bizarre.

This wasn't the first time he'd heard of the "Brotherhood's stealth artifact."

When they were heading to the Wailing Wall, Lord Balin thought he possessed that artifact.

Later, when he met Roger, the other man also had the same suspicions.

Even now.

The people of Avalon were also caught in the same misunderstanding...

They started thinking about how to "accept" them.

Lin Gui just didn't expect that.

This repeated misunderstanding...

In Avalon, in such an unbelievable way...

This solved his biggest problem at the moment.

Is this... a two-way journey?

I just hope that Shia won't be too frightened or stressed tomorrow.