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Chapter 1352 - 456. This is not a failure, just a 95% victory - More for "Warm Wine Farewell" brother【23/25】_3

Chapter 1352: 456. This is not a failure, just a 95% victory - More for "Warm Wine Farewell" brother【23/25】_3

It felt that it had "desecrated" the sacred land.

But soon, a round, amazing box floated over with a whirring sound— not only did it clean away the mud, it circled around Tear Flesh and sprayed a peculiar mist that cleaned the dirt off its body.

"Ha, Creator’s little pet, quite magical, right?"

Leaning on a metal magic wand, the Psychic sneered at Tear Flesh,

"These little things are in every Creator’s Land, they are some kind of preset Spiritual Energy items in charge of cleaning trash. I’ve tried dismantling a few broken ones, but I couldn’t even find where they were put together.

I dare say, even the best mechanic from Shaldo University of Craftsman wouldn’t know where to begin."

"This is a Divine Spirit’s object; it’s only natural that mortals shouldn’t touch or understand it."

Tear Flesh snorted.

It wasn’t surprised by this.

In its worldview, even a roll of toilet paper next to a true Divine Spirit would be a "sacred item" not meant for mortals to touch.

This blunt response made the Psychic lose interest in continuing the conversation with this creature. He curled his lip and pointed at a row of seats leading to the core area, saying,

"Go ahead, your king is right there."

Upon hearing this, Tear Flesh promptly strode forward. It bypassed the seats and then saw a skeleton seated in the first row, the skeleton of the Jackal People, long dead but not weathered or turned into a mere skull, only presenting the appearance of a mummy.

It, like Tear Flesh and the Psychic, had removed its armor and weapons, wearing only plain clothes here, clearly, the King of Bone Biting also understood the "rules" of entering the Creator’s Land.

Tear Flesh looked at the skeleton in front of it with complex emotions.

Like other Jackal People, it believed in its heart that the King of Bone Biting had not died, that it merely hid to lick its wounds and wait for a resurgence.

However, the cruel reality in front of it stated that the King of Bone Biting had long been dead!

As a proficient Necromancer, Tear Flesh could even tell that the King of Bone Biting had been dead for over a hundred years, meaning the king of the Jackal People had passed away before the Black Disaster had fully concluded.

But soon, Tear Flesh noticed something odd.

Frowning, it looked at the King of Bone Biting’s mummy seated in front of it and said,

"Why would my king pose like this? This isn’t a ritual of the Jackal People..."

"That’s a prayer."

The Psychic walked up to Tear Flesh’s side and whispered,

"Your king was still praying in solitude in this Creator’s Land before his death, and no one knows what he was praying for anymore, but if I must guess, it may relate to the series of puzzling actions he took before the end of his life.

But I am certain, the King of Bone Biting wasn’t a follower of The Master of Hunting. You saw it yourself, he truly worshipped only the might of the Creator—— that’s why he couldn’t become one of our comrades.

It is said that when he was defeated, he once pleaded for help from our newly established organization, ah, I wasn’t born yet—I’ve only heard from hearsay—that our leader ruthlessly refused him.

It seems that the King of Bone Biting finally gave back the powers and glory he had received from the Creator in desperation, tsk tsk, if he wasn’t a Jackal Person, merely this action alone could be called ’sincere’...

Go.

Take him away.

For such a one who has left a mark in history, returning to the roots is a kind of dignity as well."

"But the hidden treasure... our Civilization Slate!"

Tear Flesh looked down the corridor right ahead of the King of Bone Biting.

Although it had heard the term "Civilization Slate" for the first time today, it still felt an urge to step in, but the ferocious outlines of the steel guards looming in the shadows made it hesitate.

This is the Creator’s Sacred Land!

Everything here exceeded the imagination of Tear Flesh, a Jackal Warlock. If the King of Bone Biting had to wait here in such a humble posture, then Tear Flesh couldn’t act wildly either.

"The hidden treasure of the King of Bone Biting is in the core area."

The Psychic whispered:

"Pray, if my mission is successful, I will bring it back to you. Collecting Civilization Slates is a priority in the twilight plan, and we are pleased to see it returned to those who need it.

We’ll teach you how to properly use it, of course, you’ll have to first swear to abandon this boring and erroneous world.

But if I were to give you a suggestion, after you leave, you can search around the fringe of the swamp outside the exhibition area for the King of Bone Biting’s personal belongings.

You saw it.

He didn’t leave his armor, weapons, or personal belongings at the gate; I guess he had properly hidden those things before he came in.

As long as you find those things, you might be able to understand your king’s last contemplations and plans, but even just his skeleton alone is enough for you to return to the Dark Mountain Range and complete your mission.

You will be seen as a hero of the Jackal People.

Don’t forget what you promised me before, Lord Tear Flesh."

"Hmm."

The Jackal Warlock nodded.

With the utmost respect, it placed the King of Bone Biting’s remains into a specially made body bag. Before it left with the king’s remains, Tear Flesh turned back and asked,

"I haven’t asked for your name yet, sir. I can sense that your curiosity for the unknown exceeds your loyalty to the twilight cause... so, I think we might continue to work together afterward, can you tell me your name? Even a codename is fine."

"You can call me ’Explorer’."

The man waved goodbye, saying,

"As you said, I joined twilight not for any grand cause; I don’t have much passion for destruction, merely out of a thirst for the unknown and to explore the real truths of the world. I can’t stand a great mystery being overlooked by everyone. For this, I’d rather abandon my conscience and my humanity.

I’m not a good person, truly.

Stay away from me.

I wish you a smooth journey back to the city, sir, and don’t provoke that Swamp Giant Snake that has returned from the Star Realm; it has quite built up some anger."