There is no way the Liberian girl could lay eggs!

"Is it because of the Horn of Origin? Or is it the rules set by the Witch King?"

However, upon hearing the correct reasoning, Frémont sneered: "Arrogant, idiotic, stupid. Doesn't the halo on your head make your skin look whiter, but also make your brain smarter?"

Laughing mercilessly, Fremont seized the opportunity and was like a mean old man, throwing all kinds of ridicule on Arturo's head.

However, as the guardian of the Temple of Knowledge, he couldn't just curse the other party by using their family tree, so he just kept saying the word "idiot" after arguing for a long time.

"Where do you think this is?"

"Herhunzollon's coffin? The treasure cave of Sargon's sand-leaking pashas? The magic pocket of an old witch in a Victorian fairy tale?"

"Mr. Frémont..."

After enough ridicule, Frémont began to explain "kindly".

"The beginning and end of a thousand threads." *Sarkaz language.

Frémont uttered the difficult words, and at the same time, a trace of nostalgia flashed in his eyes.

"Or, using the name that guy came up with is more in line with your understanding."

"Desolate Land."

"Desolate Land? What does that mean?"

Arturo asked curiously, muttering this unfamiliar word.

"Here, is the other side of reality, another dimension of space. It is eternally changing, and all rules and realities will be annihilated the moment they touch it."

Stroking his beard, Flemont explained in a serious tone: "The lich clan has only glimpsed it for a long time, and Herhunzollon has exhausted his entire life's efforts, but has only blown such an unstable bubble in this endless chaos."

"So... this place is real, right?"

There is no disappointment, no fear, only doubt.

Frémont nodded, acknowledging Arturo's statement.

A strong doubt flashed across Arturo's face, and then she raised her head, bowed to Frémont with a smile on her face.

"Great... The Witch King didn't rely on some secret method to continue his will, but instead built his own palace in the wilderness."

"This space really exists, and he must be here. I just need to walk a little further before I can reach his throne."

She became uncontrollably excited, and even with her calm demeanor, she couldn't help but lose her composure.

The answers she seeks can only be given by the Witch King, the monarch of the Kingdom of Music. And the emotions in people's hearts can only be understood by this king who uses people as instruments.

However, what the delighted Arturo did not notice was that some tiny threads had spread to her feet.

"Heh... Do you know the consequences of being exiled in the wilderness again?"

With a cold face, seeing that Arturo was still stubborn, Frémont finally got really angry.

The shadows grew, and the threads that emerged from the darkness grabbed Arturo's body and arms, holding her in place.

At this point, Arturo suddenly realized.

When she was rejoicing just now, Flemont had already released the witchcraft. With Flemont as the center, those silk-like shadows began to gradually expand, like branches full of water.

The smell of decay spread, dragging Arturo away from this world and taking him to the palace of death.

Boom! ! !

Just as the silk thread expanded, a deafening bell rang from the tower in the center of "Trilin Terme", interrupting Frémont's thoughts.

Hearing that familiar voice and power, Frémont's spell was interrupted by a stronger force.

.........

"The Wayne bell tower is ringing!"

Caprini, also known as Yulia, who was being "interrogated" by Federico, had a hint of joy on her face, as if she had been redeemed. Federico, who didn't even bother to record the information with a pen and paper, disappeared in front of him.

Of course, as a polite Leitanian, she waved goodbye to the three of them before leaving.

"The Wayne Clock Tower? Judging from her expression, this thing must be very important to them."

Frowning and writing down this conjecture, Federico looked at the already full notebook, his eyes constantly looking outward.

"No... I think you're pushing too hard..."

Talina, who had watched the whole thing from the side, twitched her lips and revealed the truth in one sentence.

Ever since he learned that this Yulia was the victim that Loris had been pursuing, Federico's old job came back to his mind.

While constantly "torturing" the other party's knowledge, he was also trying to understand some of the things that happened back then indirectly, such as how she died.

To be honest, Talina felt that Caprini's temper was good enough. He was just a little angry when asked so many offensive questions. If it were her, she would probably just turn her face away and walk away.

"Then let's follow her. Right now, she's our only acquaintance and also our point of breakthrough."

Federico snapped the notebook shut, stretched his aching neck, and walked out.

Fortunately, Yulia was not running fast, or she had no intention of running away at all. The three of them saw the "pilgrim" girl on the street not far away.

Along with it, there are many "people" around.

Volume 8: Chapter 66: Help

Everyone on the street looked up at the tall tower in the center, with expressions of worship on their faces and their eyes closed in prayer.

"Is it the same in Lateran? I remember there was a Tower of Revelation in the Holy City?"

Leaning against the wall, Talina looked at Federico.

This scene of fanatics made her feel a little uncomfortable. Having played the live-action version of Wilderness Survival since she was a child, she was not interested in the so-called gods at all.

In her opinion, the so-called gods are nothing more than beings with power beyond that of mortals, and unknown information makes them shrouded in a veil of mystery.

For example, the Witch King is a god to the Leithanians.

Whether it's the title of the strongest warlock in the world or bringing Letania to a new height, all of these are enough to make him a god.

But he was defeated by the Twin Queens and his body was buried under the Great Library of Trilinterme.

Then there is Koscheić, which has survived in Ursus for a thousand years and can barely be called a god, but what is the result?

Wasn't he still shot to death?

As long as there is bleeding and injury, all other problems are not problems.

As long as they dare to show their health bars, the "God Eaters" will cause trouble for them.

"We in Sakota do not believe in gods, we just follow the law."

Federico didn't care at all about Talina's somewhat offensive words.

Compared with the believers in Iberia, the Sakotas who grew up in the holy city do not believe in any so-called gods at all. What they believe in is only the law, the basic social rule that brings them a comfortable life.

Just like eating and drinking water, the law has been integrated into them, or in other words, they have become part of the law.

After a brief exchange, the quiet atmosphere between the two returned.

Talina didn't care about the so-called laws of God. All she cared about now was Viviana, who was separated from her.

The prayer lasted for about half an hour, and the sound of the bell gradually became smaller, from being so loud that it could fill the entire ear to being barely audible now.

After a final pious salute, the crowd on the street dispersed and went about their own business.

Seeing that Yulia was about to leave, Federico quickly stepped forward to stop her and brought this "acquaintance" back.

"It's... you, Mr. Sakta, is there anything else?"

Yulia was startled when Federico suddenly stopped her. After seeing Federico clearly, she kept patting her chest. It was obvious that she was frightened by this uncivilized Sakota.

"I have already told you about my dream concerning Bartlintel. Now, do Mr. Sabakota and these two ladies have any questions?"

"Yes, I have a lot of questions, you..."

"Let me do it, Federico. You're taking too long if you continue to torture me."

After stopping Federico who was about to start a protracted battle, Talina came to Yulia and looked at her face carefully.

Yulia is very pretty and looks very much like her brother Yang, except that her face is softer.

"Okay, Miss... Yulia, can you tell us what that tower is? And why did you react so strongly to the sound of the bell just now?"

Pointing at the tall tower in the city center, Talina asked the question.

Compared to Federico's in-depth questioning, her questions were obviously much simpler, which made Yulia feel much more relaxed.

"That is the palace where the King resides, and the sound of the bell is a testament to the King's joy."

"Proof of joy?"

Talina rubbed her chin as she chewed on Yulia's answer.

The former is easier to understand, but the concept of the latter is a bit too abstract.

Yulia saw Talina's confusion, and out of her affection for the polite Miss Liberi, she kindly explained.

"New music, new techniques, defending Leitania from natural disasters and Gaulish artillery fire. Whenever the king makes a new discovery, he will ring the Wayne Bell to inform everyone."

The girl's face was filled with joy, which showed that she was truly happy about the ringing bells.

As ordinary people, what they care about most is nothing more than the general public and their own family.

As long as the "big family" is strong, their small family will be much more stable. They do not ask for great wealth and honor, and it is enough for them to live a peaceful life.

"Okay, please."

After smiling and seeing off the enthusiastic citizen, Talina clapped her hands, attracting the attention of the other two.

"Why? There are still many suspicious points about her. We..."

"Okay, Mr. Saint, if you really want to pull out your own tricks, we won't be able to leave here for four or five hours. Just get to the crux of the matter."

Waving her hand to interrupt Federico's question, Talina looked up in the direction of the tower and walked quickly over.

"Our current mission is to quickly reunite with the others. The only conspicuous building here is that tall tower. Anyone who isn't stupid will go there."

Raising her hand and pointing to the tall tower in the distance, Talina did not explain too much. She believed that Federico could understand her.

The three of them walked quickly towards the tower, and no one said much along the way.

Because they all understand that as the only unique existence here, the tower is like a guiding light that attracts people.

Not long after the three left, a fourth "traveler" appeared on the street.

Viviana, supporting Kela, walked down the street in a daze, heading towards the tower with determination.

Kola, who had borne all the power of the Golden Rule Movement, had already fallen into a coma at this moment, breathing in more than out.

In addition, in order to force Viviana to walk out of the tower, he forced her to play the Golden Rule music, which aggravated her injuries. Even if she received proper treatment, she would probably not live for many years.

Death is not far away.

If Viviana hadn't dragged him all the way here and supported him, he would have died long ago.

"Hold on...Lovinsta, wake up..."

Viviana never stopped chatting with the elder even though it was useless.

She had just met Ke La, and the elder had promised to help her raise the child. Everything was going in the right direction...

But why?

Why is it so unfair?

Why does she always lose it when she gets it?

Viviana, who was busy walking, did not notice that Caprini, who was also busy walking, appeared in front of her, and the two bumped into each other accidentally.

Viviana, who had a good upbringing, was the first to apologize.

Knocked to the ground by the hard armor on Viviana's abdomen, Yulia stroked her forehead. She was a little resentful, but after hearing Viviana's apology, she felt much better.

"It's okay, ma'am, are you...hurt?"

Looking at the blood stains on Viviana's clothes and Kela who was supported by her, the kindness in her bones made her unable to help but ask.

"You...can see me?"

Viviana was surprised to see Yulia's strange reaction.

During the journey, she spoke to the people around her more than once, but they ignored her, as if she didn't exist. Over time, Viviana treated them as air.

Now there was a person who could "see" her, which made her feel a little happy.