Lagren quietly looked at Kieran's hand gestures and went silent for a while before shaking his head.
"It's different.
They don't have a soul. "
Lagren said.
"Soul?
Yours is just a normal hand gesture, it doesn't have a soul right? "
Pol was stunned.
Cough, cough.
Lagren cleared his throat a few times. It was the first time he realized how annoying Pol was. 'You don't even know how to talk, how did you become a merchant?
Did you buy your reputation and qualifications as a merchant? '
Under Lagren's glare, Pol scratched his face in embarrassment and kept quiet.
Lagren looked at Kieran again.
"You think I'm lying to you?"
Lagren asked. Before Kieran could answer, Lagren continued, "Sometimes, not seeing something doesn't mean it doesn't exist. If you are talented enough, you should be able to see it.
I also think you can see it.
"Unfortunately …"
Lagren then shook his head in pity, as if he was feeling sorry for something.
Pol didn't say anything.
But deep in Pol's heart, he thought Khorów was tricking him.
He had seen similar tricks back in the outskirts of Mozaar.
Some called themselves Demon Hunters, some even claimed to be demigods. Then, they would use the mystical words as an opening to describe a series of things that one should worry about, but in the end, everything would be shifted to Gold Purton.
In simple words: Gold Purton was omnipotent, it could solve everything.
In summary, it was me, scaring you, and paying you.
There was no middleman to earn the difference.
Of course, Khorów was different.
At least, Khorów should be a swindler with some skills.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have lived until retirement.
"Kid, I can see from your eyes that you are thinking about something disrespectful to me, I think it's time to teach you a lesson."
Khorów looked at Pol, his tone sounding unfriendly.
He swore that if he wasn't retired, he would hang Pol on the city gate for the whole night.
"Sometimes, the truth is so hard to accept."
"I can understand the feeling of pretending to be someone else and being addicted to it. But when it's time to wake up, I have to wake up."
"You are Khorów, not someone else."
"Even if you used to be someone else, you are now Khorów, the owner of Anan Hotel, a slightly mysterious retired old man. I cherish a friend like you."
"I don't mind your past either."
Pol patted Khorów's shoulder hard.
He was telling the truth.
Back in the first dungeon, if it weren't for the help of the other party, it would have been impossible for them to reach their current level. Forget a merchant with a small reputation in the border region of Mozaar, they would have died many times over.
Borl engraved this kindness in his heart.
Therefore, he didn't mind Khorów bragging to him.
But …
He was not alone now.
She even brought Kieran with her.
A person that could strike fear in people's hearts.
Although Kieran had many nicknames, the Flaming Devil was the one that left a deep impression in people's hearts. What would happen to someone who lied to a devil?
Pol didn't think a person like Kieran would endure it.
Therefore, while he was persuading Khorów, he signaled Kieran with his eyes.
His eyes were begging Kieran.
He didn't want to lose a friend.
However, to Pol's surprise, Kieran didn't even care about him. Instead, he was staring at the wall where Khorów drew the wolf shadows.
Kieran's unusual behavior naturally attracted Khorów's attention.
Lagren slapped Pol's hand away, his eyes showing a sense of doubt.
"What did you see?"
Having learned his lesson, Lagren didn't want his agitation to be rewarded with an answer like 'I'm good at drawing shadows, not just wolves, I can also draw pigeons, foxes, and snakes'.
But to make sure, Lagren drew the wolf shadows again.
"Maybe your hands are a little fat.
They look a little bloated.
Like Alaska. "
Kieran replied sincerely.
After Borl got the hint, he looked at it carefully and nodded seriously.
"Looks like it!"
Pol agreed.
Khorów: …
Khorów swore that if he wasn't retired, he would hang these two bastards on the city gate for two nights.
Breathe!
Breathe!
After a few deep breaths, Khorów finally stopped dwelling on the problem.
He could tell the two men before him did it on purpose.
They purposely ignored his words.
As for why?
Without a doubt, both of them lacked the necessary trust.
Even though he one-sidedly thought both of them could be trusted.
However, the two men before him didn't share the same opinion.
He wasn't familiar with Corin, so he didn't know.
Corin was cold and quiet, making it hard for Lagren to grasp the situation. However, he was familiar with Pol. Looking at the embarrassed smile and apologetic face of Pol, if Lagren didn't know the history of Pol's rise to power, he would have been fooled.
Bastard!
Once Khorów thought about being fooled by Lagren, he felt uncomfortable in his heart.
He talked to Lagren with the intention of leaving his last words.
Yet he wasn't trusted?
It was hard to bear.
Lagren's voice turned cold and hard as he felt uncomfortable in his heart.
"You two want to know about Lady Calamity?
"I have some exclusive information."
But I think you two understand that information about a God isn't cheap. "
"How much?"
Kieran asked straightforwardly.
"5,000 Gold Purton!"
Lagren quoted a price.
Kieran turned to Pol.
He didn't have enough money.
"How much?"
Pol stuttered.
One needed to know that Kieran only spent 3,000 Gold Purton to purchase the dukeship, and as a rather famous merchant at the outskirts of Mozaar, his total net worth was only around 5,000 Gold Purton.
It was on purpose!
Khorów did it on purpose!
Otherwise, he wouldn't have coincidentally grabbed all of Kieran's net worth!
Pol instantly guessed something, looking at Lagren with a pitiful look.
He didn't act like this, but he couldn't help himself. The one in charge was the Flaming Devil, Kieran was just following orders, so why should he put Lagren in a difficult position?
The words in his heart made Pol feel even more pitiful.
Unfortunately, Lagren didn't even look at Pol.
"No credit.
Cash. "
Khorów crossed his arms and raised his chin.
Pol bitterly smiled and started to remove his shoes.
Under the insole, he took out a money order.
The number 5000 was written on it.
The stinky money order was then placed on the table by Pol.
Looking at the money order, Khorów looked at Pol in shock and doubt.
"The disappearance of the bandits at the outskirts has something to do with you?"
His words were questioning, but his tone was very certain.
Lagren started to size up the small merchant that he thought he understood.
As for Kieran?
He was still sitting there without any expression. It wasn't an act, he really knew. When he first met Pol, Kieran already noticed the unusual noise in Pol's boots and the unique smell of money. Although he wasn't sure how much it was, his instinct told Kieran that it must be a lot.
Kieran trusted his instinct a lot.
This time was no exception.
So he chose to make a fair deal.
Holuff was silent for about two seconds before he picked up the scented money order and instinctively said, "I'm not sure.
"Lady Calamity is much stranger and more mysterious than you think," Kieran said.
"He's definitely not the god worshiped in that small city."
It's not the pagans in the area either.
But the Black Cataclysm did come because of her.
Likewise, we Demon Hunters also died on a large scale because of the Black Cataclysm, even though we didn't go after the Black Cataclysm in the first place. "
Amidst the tongue twister, Lagren's face showed a subtle sense of sadness.
Kieran and Pol didn't say anything, they listened quietly.
However, Lagren didn't say anything.
"Do you guys know about the Silent Night Secret Order?"
He asked.
Kieran shook his head. He didn't know much about the current dungeon world.
Pol might have experienced it once, but he also didn't come into contact with a secretive organization, so he also shook his head.
"It is an organization with a long history.
It has existed since before Aïtantin the First built his empire.
Based on the secret rumor among the Demon Hunters, Aïtantin the First was able to unify the Northern Lands with its help.
The rumor is real, not just a rumor.
As for why it helped Aïtantin the First?
I don't know, no one among the Demon Hunters knows either.
But we know why the organization suddenly assassinated Aïtantin the First. "
"What?!"
Pol cried out in shock.
He knew it was rude, but he really couldn't hold back his shock.
Unlike Kieran, Pol had stayed in the dungeon world for a while, so he knew what Aïtantin the First represented.
Powerful enough to slay a dragon.
Powerful enough to build an empire.
Soldiers from different dukedoms were gathered under Edatine I's command. Some of them even had grudges against each other, but under the influence of Edatine I's charisma, all of them abandoned their grudges and joined the great emperor's side.
And it wasn't just that.
Rumor had it that the Northern Lands was a place where hundreds of duchies fought for hegemony. Aïtantin was just a small noble in the countryside. Not only did he lose his fief when he came of age, but he was also banished from his duchy and exiled to the current Aïtantin Castle. Back then, Aïtantin Castle was called Epcot Castle, and it was the territory of a Grand Duke.
After arriving at Epcot Castle, Aïtantin had prepared himself for a tough life, but just as the Great Emperor was about to do some menial work to make a living, Grand Duke Epcot summoned him and married his only daughter to him. A month after the marriage, Grand Duke Epcot passed away due to an illness.
Then, the surrounding duchies found an opportunity and immediately formed an alliance army of 30000 and charged towards Epcot Castle.
The Grand Duke had just passed away, and his daughter inherited the title. However, the duchy was filled with turbulent undercurrents. The Grand Duchess was tired of dealing with the internal strife, but the foreign enemies were right in front of them. At that time, the Grand Duchess' husband, Aïtantin, stood up and led 100 cavalrymen out of the city.
Aïtantin planned to negotiate with the alliance army and stall for as much time as possible.
However, the moment Aïtantin appeared in front of the alliance army, a meteor fell from the sky.
The 30000 alliance army was annihilated.
Several Grand Dukes in the alliance army died as well.
The alliance army's duchies fell into internal strife.
On the other hand, Aïtantin and the Grand Duchess quickly pacified the civil strife, and then sent their troops to the alliance army.
According to the records, the Great Emperor didn't have to spend much effort to take over these territories. Every time he went to a city, the city surrendered, and the people were infected by the Great Emperor's charm, opening their doors and kneeling to welcome him.
All the way until the Northern Land was unified.
Other than the fact that he was assassinated, Edatine I's life was nothing short of a legend.
"Aïtantin the First was assassinated by the Silent Night Secret Order?!
Hold on!
Back then, Aïtantin the First was in his prime, preparing to conquer the south, and the Black Cataclysm came from the south … Could it be? "
Pol guessed, his eyes glimmering as he looked at Lagren.
"Similar to what you guessed.
There will always be traces left behind when the Black Cataclysm appeared.
"When the 'Black Cataclysm' appeared, the Demon Hunters discovered these traces. So, everyone gathered together to investigate."
"In the end?"
Khorów smiled and didn't continue.
However, the sorrow in his smile was self-explanatory.
The Demon Hunters dying during the investigation of the Black Cataclysm wasn't a rumor, it was a fact.
Many of them even thought that the Demon Hunters were extinct.
"If the Silent Night Secret Order is the mastermind behind all this, they did it for …"
Pol slightly furrowed his brows.
He thought of more things.
After the Black Cataclysm, the whole Aïtantin Empire almost collapsed.
The God of War, who was active a few decades ago, had vanished without a trace.
Lady Calamity, who appeared out of nowhere, shone with divine light.
The answer was obvious.
Create a God!
No!
It was Apotheosis!
He used all of this to create the image of Lady Calamity.
Pol's heart skipped a beat when the thought came into his mind.
He thought of all the wicked and strange things that happened in the Northern Land after Lady Calamity appeared.
It was obvious that the Silent Night Secret Order didn't just create a Lady Calamity.
Out of instinct, Pol looked at Kieran.
He hoped to get a more precise answer from Kieran.
However, to Pol's disappointment, Kieran was still expressionless.
Pol believed Kieran should be able to guess everything from Khorów's words, but so calm?
Did the Flaming Devil know beforehand?
It was impossible!
Pol wanted to shake his head, but he quickly thought of the strange appearance of the Flaming Devil.
For some reason, he thought of the fog giant again.
He thought of the fire that fell from the sky.
He thought of Lady Calamity's apotheosis.
When he connected all the dots, the way Pol looked at Kieran changed.
He became vigilant, afraid, and worried.
He was like a rabbit that saw a tiger.
Khorów didn't notice Pol's gaze and continued.
"Yeah, almost all of us Demon Hunters are dead."
The ones who survived are the old, the sick, and the disabled.
The only fortunate thing is that some of the training bases are still in good condition, so we didn't lose our legacy. As for that Lady Calamity?
She didn't have a good time.
"The gift we prepared has prevented him from truly becoming a god until now!"
But we can't stop her from becoming a God, all we can do is buy time.
"And this time is about to end."
So, we need help.
It's not free. The Demon Hunters' thousand years of accumulation and the chance to become a God will be our reward! "
Lagren looked at Kieran with a sincere gaze.
Kieran nodded to express his understanding and said.
"I refuse.
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