Help?
The two worshippers who were praying on the floor thought they were hallucinating.
Then, they used the method their lord gave them to get rid of the hallucinations.
As the core worshippers of the God of Mist, they were different from the others. It wasn't just because their positions were higher, it was also because they had the abilities that their lord had granted them.
A wisp of gray mist instantly filled the room.
Their figures were hidden in the mist.
However, the sense of security that they had in the past didn't appear.
All they heard were agonizing screams, chewing, and swallowing noises.
"Let go!
Let go, you monster! "
"Y-Yum!"
Amidst the agonizing screams of their lord, a blurry voice sounded.
The two worshippers looked at each other in confusion.
The mist didn't block their vision, instead allowing them to see more clearly. They saw the fear and disbelief on each other's faces.
It was real!
Their lord was being attacked by some unknown force!
What should they do?
Fear started to rise in their hearts.
Then …
Bang!
Their skulls exploded, and their brains splattered everywhere, dying the entire chamber red.
The two worshippers who had sacrificed their hands and legs for their lord had now sacrificed their lives and souls.
Willing?
Unwilling?
None of that mattered.
Similar to how the two worshippers couldn't participate in the battle, they didn't even qualify to be spectators.
Without any guidance, the two gray souls entered a secluded area.
They were then fused into a giant, gray cylinder, with no eyes, only a small mouth, looking like a maggot.
No!
It wasn't a monster!
It was the God of Mist!
A God that appeared in Sicar after the Black Cataclysm.
Of course, it wasn't some righteous god.
This god loved to offer sacrifices the most, and it was a must to use flesh and blood as a sacrifice. Its statue was an abstract cylinder.
There were no eyes or nose carved on it, and it claimed that it was unable to see the evils of the world. The mouth was claimed to tell its believers to escape from the root of suffering.
After experiencing the first few miracles, many who were tormented by the Black Cataclysm and could not obtain protection from the War Shrine or Lady Calamity chose to worship the God of Mist.
Even though most of the players in Conviction became abnormal and disappeared after a few months, there was still a steady stream of people joining.
Firstly, that kind of protection was really useful.
Secondly, among the believers of the other party, there were two people with the title of 'Executors' who kept preaching and performing miracles.
Kieran didn't know about this at first.
However, when the two Executors took the initiative to 'invite' Gluttony to the so-called God of Mist, some information naturally popped up in Gluttony's mind.
He looked up at the underground lair.
Through Gluttony's eye, Kieran was able to tell that he was still within Sicar's territory.
The smell and smell of the frozen earth was enough for Kieran to confirm it.
At the same time, there were two decent items on the altar further away.
Unwillingly, Kieran moved his gaze away and placed it back on the God of Mist.
The God of Mist was still struggling.
One after another, the gray souls fused into the other's body.
It was obvious that the God of Mist hoped to use the power of its believers to prevent itself from being devoured.
However, the God of Mist seemed to have underestimated Gluttony's power, or more precisely, Gluttony's appetite.
Gluttony didn't swallow the God of Mist whole.
It wasn't because he didn't have enough power or appetite.
He was waiting.
He remembered what his big brother taught him: waiting will make the food taste better.
Just like what his big brother said, two minutes later, the food in front of him tasted a few times better than before. Two more minutes later, Gluttony realized the food didn't change at all, so Gluttony loosened his mouth and the God of Mist dashed forward.
A chance!
A chance to escape!
Gluttony didn't know why Gluttony let go of the God of Mist, all it knew was it was a rare chance for it to escape. Therefore, it dashed forward quickly and didn't stop.
Then …
The God of Mist crashed into Gluttony's open, formless mouth.
A little chewing later, Gluttony swallowed the God of Mist.
With Gluttony's unique power as the core, the God of Mist was swiftly digested into the five Origin Forces and returned to Kieran.
As the God of Mist was digested, the inviting power vanished and Gluttony returned to Kieran's body.
It wasn't a lot but it was very pure.
It far exceeded what he could accumulate through time.
Kieran slowly opened his eyes.
He was still in the wagon.
Opposite him was Pol, who was waiting for him to get off the wagon.
"Sir Corin?"
Borl's face showed worry.
Something must have happened for Kieran to sit quietly for a few minutes. Something must have happened and something that caught the Flaming Devil's attention must be something big.
He dared not. Pol remembered his identity, so he didn't dare to ask directly. All he did was try to ask in a roundabout way.
"It's fine.
It was a wonderful afternoon tea.
The pastries were nice.
"You've made me a little hungry."
Kieran waved his hand and looked outside the carriage window.
Similar to the 'invitation', Anan Hotel's robust style was still fresh in his mind.
The difference was, Ash and Kano had helped Owner Khorów move the spoils of war to the courtyard beside.
The bodyguard and Lagren were standing beside the wagon.
"Afternoon tea?"
Pol was stunned.
He couldn't relate Kieran's reaction to afternoon tea, but … he did smile?
What kind of afternoon tea could make the Flaming Devil happy?
Or …
Was the food really that good?
Uncertain, Pol calmed his thoughts, opened the carriage door and went down. After Kieran came down, Pol and Khorów gave each other a manly hug.
Just like what Kieran saw in the illusion, both of them patted each other's backs hard.
Pak pak pak pak, both of them clenched their teeth in pain.
The difference was that the fat owner sized up Kieran with a different gaze compared to the illusion.
The passion was still there, but there was more vigilance.
Even though Kieran came with Pol, the vigilance didn't fade.
"Corin, it means powerful.
I can see you live up to your name.
I hope we can live in peace. "
Khorów let go of Pol and walked up to Kieran. His eyes sized up Kieran again and his face looked heavy. Still, Khorów extended his right hand and said, "Khorów."
"Corin."
Kieran gave his fake name, shook Khorów's hand for a while and then took it back.
Same went for Lagren.
Lagren's left hand was placed at his waist, all the muscles hidden under his fat were tightened.
Lagren's condition didn't change even after Kieran left.
Seeing Kieran off into the hotel lobby, Holuff couldn't help but raise his hand to wipe the sweat off his forehead without him knowing.
"Is he reliable?"
Khorów asked.
"Believe me, no one is more reliable than him."
Pol explained.
However, his explanation didn't ease Lagren's heart. He started to emphasize.
"I just want to live my retired life in peace.
I don't want to be dragged into some big incident.
Do you understand? "
Khorów looked Pol in the eyes.
Under such a direct stare, Borl felt a little guilty.
The reason why he chose Anan Hotel, other than Khorów's passion, was because Khorów had extraordinary strength. On top of that, Khorów was a kind person, he wouldn't leave someone in the lurch.
In simple words, Pol wanted to be safer.
He was going to pay more for the lodging when he left as compensation, but now that Khorów asked, he had to be straightforward.
He knew it was the only way he could continue staying in the hotel.
"Khorów, I've caused some trouble.
But don't worry, I'll try my best to deal with it myself, I won't trouble you.
As a matter of fact, with Corin around, I'll be safe most of the time, but accidents might happen.
I hope I can get your help when the time comes. "
Pol walked in front of Khorów and spoke softly.
"You'll be safe around him?
"Damn it, do you know how I feel when I'm beside him?"
I feel like I'm sitting on pins and needles!
The last time I felt this way was when I was 16 years old, facing the Mad Dead alone. Here's a piece of advice for you, for the sake of your life, stay away from him. "
Khorów, who had quite a good relationship with Pol, tried to persuade him.
Pol, on the other hand, smiled bitterly.
It was easy to invite the devil in but hard to send him away!
If it was possible, Kieran wished he could be more independent and move around freely.
But the situation didn't allow it.
Aside from the fact that he was able to survive because of Kieran.
Kieran's personality alone prevented Kieran from asking for too much.
Kieran was a person who pursued fairness.
Before Kieran could repay Kieran for saving his life, Kieran thought it was better for him to be honest.
Otherwise …
It wouldn't be hard for the Flaming Devil to take Kieran's life away from him if he could.
Khorów instantly understood when he saw the bitter smile on Pol's face.
Lagren tapped Pol's shoulder with his fat palm and went to the courtyard next door.
"Don't worry, you'll get what you deserve before the sky turns dark.
"Then, tomorrow morning, I will wish you a safe journey."
I don't want my hotel to be destroyed in a day. "
Khorów said as he walked.
"What hotel destroyed in a day?"
Lagren scratched his head and asked.
"Nothing.
It's a sincere blessing.
Ash, go feed our horses some fodder and check the wagon. Then, we'll have a good meal. Don't worry, I'll pay for the food today, so everyone can eat as much as they want. "
After Borl diverted the topic, he gave his bodyguard a promise.
While Mr. Bodyguard was cheering, Borl raised his head and looked at the cloudy afternoon sky.
'It should be fine … right?
I didn't do anything after all.
'Right!
I didn't do anything!
Those people hunting me down won't spread to Sicar either.
Unless they don't want to live anymore!
Everything will be fine!
'I'll leave Sicar tomorrow morning. Once I leave Sicar Land, those bastards won't be able to affect me at all. I'll then quickly enter Aïtantin Castle's territory and complete my main mission.
'Then?
I'll return to the big city and find Lawless at Harvest Inn. I'll treat him to a drink.
I'll thank him for helping me and the good luck he brought me. '
With a clear thought in his mind, Pol pushed open the door of the hotel. The hot air gushed out like a tidal wave and swiftly chased away the lingering coldness on his body.
However, the hotel lobby, which was supposed to be bustling with noise, was dead silent at this moment.
Everyone was looking at the table in the middle of the lobby.
Ash Carnot was sitting there and Kieran was opposite him. Lagren widened his eyes and his mouth slightly opened as he looked at Kieran.
More precisely, there were three stacks of plates in front of Kieran that almost reached the ceiling.
10 minutes ago, those plates were filled with honey roast meat.
Now …
It was completely empty!
It was as clean as new, as if it was washed.
Gulp!
Lagren gulped nervously, looking at Kieran who ate 20 servings but his stomach didn't change at all. Lagren started to doubt his life.
"C- Corin, how can you eat so much?"
"I can't even finish one serving!"
"You can eat 20 of me? This … this is … right, no wonder you are so strong. Morna is right, those who can eat are strong!"
Lagren said incoherently.
As he spoke, he turned to look at the attendant at the side.
"Give me a serving of honey roast meat too."
"No!"
"Give me two servings!"
"One serving of honey roast meat and one serving of coarse salt roast meat!"
"I also want to get stronger as soon as possible!"
Lagren said.
"I'm sorry sir, we don't have any real food left."
Ash Carnot was stunned by the waiter's reply before he was enraged. He stood up and walked to the waiter. He lowered his head and glared at the waiter fiercely, "Why did you lie to me? How can Anan Hotel run out of food? "
"Anan Hotel did have food before.
"But they were all eaten by your companions!"
The waiter stuttered.
"Nonsense, Corin only ate 20 servings!"
"How can it be?"
Aschenkano grabbed the waiter and pressed his forehead against the waiter's, his eyes filled with hostility. The waiter's body went limp and he said in a voice that was on the verge of tears, "He ate 100 servings, not 20 servings!"
Lagren was stunned again. He loosened his grip and the waiter slipped from his hand.
He finally remembered what his foster father, Mo, told him with a kind face when he left Mozaar, "Five servings when you go out, not one."
If one was five servings, how much was 20 servings?
Lagren raised his hand and counted with his fingers, but he didn't get it right. He unconsciously put on his slippers and wanted to add his toes to the count.
Pol quickly came over to stop his bodyguard.
He didn't want Khorów to think his hotel was poisoned.
"Please prepare another 6 servings."
Pol then took out 2 copper kronas as a tip and gave it to the waiter. He then looked at Kieran.
"70% full is just right.
I'll go for a walk. "
Under Pol's gaze, Kieran tried his best to stand up calmly.
He wouldn't admit that he didn't control his appetite when he heard someone was treating him.
It must be because the honey roasted meat was too sweet, hence he ate too much at once.
Then, when he ate too much sweet food, he craved something salty, and when he ate too much salty food, he had to combine the sweetness. In the end, he unknowingly ate too much.
That's right!
That's it!
Kieran wiped his mouth in satisfaction and walked out of the hotel. Just as he pushed the door open, the gloomy sky suddenly rumbled with thunder.
Kakrooom!
The thunder in winter made the people of Sicar look up instinctively.
Suddenly, they saw the War Shrine light up for a moment.
However, upon a closer look, it seemed like nothing happened.
Kieran stood at the entrance of the hotel, his eyes showing a sense of mockery.
Robbing his spoils of war?
Too naive.
He wasn't alone.
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