Chương 68: Reorganizing the Team and Setting Off Again

After Guvar disappeared, Shane was still in a daze.

The other person's last words were like an iron chain, binding his heart and making him very uncomfortable.

Just as I had guessed, my arrival in this world was no accident.

【The Last Saintess】 He doesn't sound like someone to mess with.

Frillie also frowned, feeling the same way as Shane; Guval had revealed some incredible information.

"【The Last Saintess Todd】is a demon I've never heard of before."

Humans generally believe that the Demon King and the Seven Sages are the most powerful demons, but in reality, the Nameless Great Demons are even more dangerous, because this means that they are deliberately hiding themselves. In other words, everyone who has seen them has died.

"If what Guval said is true, and the curse of that Doomsday Saintess can take the lives of all mankind, then this matter cannot be ignored and must be told to everyone as soon as possible."

"Inform everyone?"

Philon looked at Frilian with some concern, "Lady Frilian, if everyone knew that humanity would be wiped out in 20 years, the whole world would be in chaos."

"..."

Upon hearing this, Frillie fell silent.

Public panic is indeed a problem.

"Furthermore, Lady Frilian, Mr. Shane, what if Guval said that on purpose? What if his goal is to cause chaos among humans? After all, he has been sealed away for over 70 years; how could he possibly know the demons' recent movements?"

Frilian understood what Philon meant.

This matter must be treated with utmost care until the truth is uncovered.

The demons are cunning.

The demon sages will only become more cunning.

Intelligence should neither be completely trusted nor completely disregarded.

She looked at Xia En, hoping to hear his opinion, after all, he was now also a [Sage].

Faced with the gazes of Frilian and Philen, Shane pondered for a moment. Guval's warning was like "Schrödinger's cat"—until the box was opened, no one knew whether the result was true or false.

but.

"Instead of getting hung up on whether it's true or false, we should just find that demon saintess named Todd and ask her directly."

Frillie: "..."

Philon: "..."

The two mages exchanged a glance. Although Shane's words were... well, they made a lot of sense.

Instead of guessing, why not just ask the demon directly?

Besides, killing the one who started the curse is the most effective way to break it.

Frillie couldn't help but smile slightly.

As expected of Xia En, her way of solving problems is always so simple and straightforward.

Philon looked at the tacit understanding between the two.

It's a bit unbelievable.

It seems like they just casually decided on something like "defending the nameless great demon and saving all of humanity"?

"Then let's head to the Northern Plateau. Most of the demons are hiding there. We can search along the Northern Plateau all the way to the Demon King's Castle. No matter where she's hiding, we'll find her and ask her."

Xia En nodded, his gaze sweeping over the mountains and forests, landing on the more distant north.

The once unified empire also existed on the northern plateau.

Whether it's searching for clues about "Mad Sage Charles" or finding out who the so-called saintess is to end the world-ending curse, we have to go.

"But it's freezing cold at the Demon King's castle... I don't really want to go..." Frillian shivered and complained softly.

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The wheels of the carriage creaked and turned.

The three hitched a ride and sat in the back of a carriage piled high with straw.

Philon held a thick book, "A History of Magic on the Continent," and read it intently. This time, the little girl had finally learned her lesson.

Shane and Frilian discussed the plans for the trip.

"The monsters in the Northern Plateau are different from those we usually encounter. It's the stronghold of the demons, so we must be fully prepared."

Xia En nodded.

Frillie knows the situation there best. As for specific plans, we should naturally follow her arrangements.

"I'm planning to invite Aize to be the team's [Vanguard]. Besides that, we're also missing a [Monk]... Shaun, are you really not considering becoming a [Monk]?"

"..."

Xia En remained silent.

Actually, it wasn't that he was so opposed to changing his job to "monk".

During the four years he lived with Haita, he and Haita discussed this issue in great depth.

He didn't actually have any faith in the "Goddess," or rather, due to his education and life experiences in his previous life, he had no interest in any religion.

After reading about the miracles and blessings of the goddess recorded in the Holy Scriptures, he had only one thought: what a load of rubbish.

So, with this mindset, how can he practice as a monk?

He was able to cast the "Goddess's Barrier" simply because he had mastered this term. Haita had provided him with many books and notes for this purpose, but unfortunately, he had not been able to discover any new terms.

He and Haita speculated that the entry might only be generated after the first "research findings unknown to the world" are seen.

This also corresponds perfectly to the attributes of the [Sage] class.

Of course, he and Haita never had the chance to verify this guess before Haita passed away.

"All right."

Seeing Shane's slightly troubled expression, Frillie stopped asking questions.

"In that case, let's go to Aize's place first. I remember he seems to be living in seclusion in the Brett region..."

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"Is this really the road?"

Philon leaned on his staff, panting heavily.

Xia En wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked around at the mountains and forests where he couldn't tell which way was which.

The three of them had been wandering around this place for most of the day.

"I remember it being here..."

"..."

Just as Shane was about to use the mysterious power of [Strong Luck] again, Frilian, who was leading the way, finally let out a cry of "Ah!"

"Over here, over here."

The three of them turned a corner and came into view a wooden house half-buried in the hill. The roof of the house was covered with green vegetation, and it had become one with the hill. If they hadn't just happened to see the wooden door in front of the house, they would never have imagined that people lived at the bottom of this hill.

Xia En's first thought was of the "Hobbit" that he had often seen in movies and TV shows.

Is this a typical living style of dwarves?

In front of the house.

A short figure, dressed in armor and wearing a red cloak, was kneeling on the ground, praying for the two small graves in front of him.

It was Aize.

Frillie walked over naturally.

"Hi, Aize, I'm here to play."

Aize stopped praying, turned around, and was somewhat speechless.

"This is not the attitude one should have towards someone they haven't seen for thirty years."

"Only thirty years."

Aize chuckled, "That's true."

Before he finished speaking, he clenched his fist and charged towards Shane, who was standing next to Frillian, like a cannonball.

boom-- A deafening roar shattered the mountains and forests.