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The priest, who was greedily gazing at the smiling faces of the townspeople, was also drawn to the words.

All that could be seen was the first one...

As they came this way, they also pulled out two brass oil lamp posts from the roadside. As soon as they pulled them out, the object disappeared.

The ironworker who was performing the ironwork was pushing a large four-wheeled cart that he had somehow acquired, piled high with stuff so much that he was almost invisible.

The big guy Ivan is even more outrageous.

The hunchbacked figure looked familiar, with a large wooden stake and a ship anchor chain as thick as half a person wrapped around his waist!

In comparison...

Nathan wasn't so conspicuous anymore, except that he was carrying five or six packages on his back, with a thread sticking out here and a blade of grass sticking out there.

"you......"

Willy was so angry he almost chewed the bone up and swallowed it whole.

"You bunch of robbers! You bastards! You've gnawed the town clean... What are you doing back here?!"

"Our boss said this is called searching for endangered supplies."

Ivan slammed the wooden stake into the ground and said confidently.

"Let's say goodbye."

Under the dumbfounded gazes of Willy and the priest, Ren Yi dashed back into the church, fiddled with something for who knows how, and came out satisfied. He then disassembled the packaged supplies one by one and strolled over to Willy.

"Let me do a good deed and fulfill one of your wishes."

Willie rolled his eyes and muttered:

"Goodbye? Good guy? You'd better spit out the money you took from me first..."

Smile casually, stretch your hand to the side—

boom!

The ground shook.

A huge, golden object landed squarely on the ground, creating a crater, and its reflection nearly blinded the mayor.

"...Waaaaah, wah—"

With a woof.

Willy scrambled over and clung tightly to the tip of a thick anchor, rubbing his chubby face against it and kissing it.

"My little darling, my lifeline~"

He cried his eyes out, like a scene from a large-scale family reunion.

"..."

Father Myriel chuckled, then simply ignored Vili and turned to look at Renyi.

"Honestly... you just came to say goodbye?"

"Farewell, really." Renyi sat down next to the priest. "...Hmm...Let's also see if there's anything we can salvage along with the supplies."

The priest's smile deepened.

His gaze fell on the campfire, which had almost burned out. Old John stopped chasing the blond-haired man and instead put his arm around the shoemaker, wiping away tears.

"We've been pretty lucky," he said softly.

This stolen millennium has led to this celebration of liberation from erosion. Who can say it's not a blessing from fate?

"However... if possible, please take them out to see the world."

The priest pointed to the laughing townspeople.

"They've been stuck here long enough. None of the kids in town have ever been to sea...and there's Willie too."

"Willie was an orphan and seasick; he had never even walked out of the docks since he was a child."

Nathan turned his back and chuckled.

Although the priest's entrustment of his son was sincere, this earnest rant was really funny!

Renyi didn't refuse, but she didn't laugh either.

Their souls were leftovers from being eaten, and the island was damp, so after thousands of years... even the remaining bone fragments were considered hard bones.

Are you suggesting we take a clay pot and scoop up the dirt along with it?

That's called encoffining, not seeing the world.

Father Myriel seemed to have just said it casually, and apart from Vili still being entangled with the golden anchor, the atmosphere fell silent for a moment.

Soon it was discovered that—

The sky grew increasingly dark, and the visual temperature of the campfire dropped rapidly.

It's not because it's about to go out... but because the flames are fading.

Like the paint on a painting, it is being eroded by the years.

It seems.

The amusement park's lease has expired.

Ren Yi decisively raised his hand and touched the golden anchor. "Have you touched it enough?"

"Huh? This was originally mine, you outsider—"

break down.

[Decomposition successful]

You have received: 1000 Gold.

The anchor vanished into thin air, leaving not even a speck of gold dust behind.

Willy missed his target, then lurched forward comically before angrily tilting his head back, a vulgar phrase already forming in his throat.

But he couldn't utter a curse.

The noisy background sounds seemed to be silenced, and Willy's resentful face turned into a blurry patch of color, then disintegrated into tiny pixels. The dancing crowd in the distance was like a sand painting that had been erased, scattered into ashes.

The salty sea breeze poured in from all directions.

Several people stood on a pile of dry grass that was knee-high, with sticky ground beneath their feet where each step sank halfway down.

All that remains of the church is a black wall covered in vines; the only things that match its name are the crooked crosses and the moss-covered, wordless monuments around it.

Jinmao Town was originally just a mass grave. The thousand-year-old dream has ended; this is the reality.

A cold wind blew by, and Nathan shivered.

Ivan, wearing only a pair of brightly colored floral shorts, fared much worse; he sneezed loudly and remarked with relief:

"...Luckily we changed back into our original clothes, otherwise we would have been running around naked."

brother.

Is there any difference between what you're wearing and running around naked?

Nathan silently wrapped his vest tighter around himself.

He stood idly in the cold wind for a full half minute, then suddenly spoke:

"Guys, it's still dark."

He drew a circle in mid-air, encompassing all the graves on the ground, and said, "Thank you all for digging them up and seeing if there's anything we can take with us."

No one uttered a single word of dissent.

Klaus used whatever iron he could find to make a few shovels and distributed them.

Sita swung his tail to sweep away the pesky grass.

In this small town, people are considered well-off if they can afford to eat black bread while they are alive, and they will most likely not even have a coffin after they die, let alone any burial goods.

"Anything" is just a feeling.

Having obtained such important clues, made so much profit, and even heard someone's dying words, I can't just do nothing.

Since that foolish priest said he wanted them to see the world...

Even if they can't take the person with them, taking a few handfuls of dirt is at least some explanation, and at least they can find Willy's gold teeth.

he thought.

Several hours passed.

With the combined efforts of the six people, hundreds of large craters appeared on the ground.

As for the harvest...

Nathan carefully picked up half of the skull that had turned blackish-gray—

"Rustling..."

Broken.

As the night grew darker, finally, a line of gray-white seemed to appear on the eastern horizon, coldly tearing through the darkness.

Dawn has broken.

Nathan straightened up and patted his back:

"Boss, it's getting light, maybe... let's just forget about it."

In the middle of his speech.

"—Boss!"

Aurora's altered shout came from the very edge, and the five people immediately dropped what they were doing and rushed over.

It was a wide stone tablet, only half of which remained.

She was kneeling by the mud pit, frantically scraping away the last layer of silt, and what lay beneath was gradually revealed—

Emerald green, palm-sized, with irregular edges, naturally heart-shaped.

"This is......"

The morning light shone through the ruins of the church, illuminating the entire wilderness.

【Prayer Stone】

[Review: It faithfully recorded every expression of resentment, listened to every prayer, and then... did nothing. PS: A soul hard drive.]