Chapter 322 - Chapter 322: Chapter 316, Important Information^

Chapter 322: Chapter 316, Important Information^

The night was silent.

In a two-story building near the civilian area.

The room was still brightly lit.

A young man lay on the bed, looking haggard. From time to time repeating,

“Let me go, let me go.”

Squeak!

The door was opened, and Rebecca, flanked by guards, walked in.

With a slight frown, she looked at the man in front of her.

In a softened tone, she said, “You are safe now, tell me who abducted you.”

Hearing Rebecca’s voice, the man in the sickbed abruptly stopped his repetition.

His gaze was fixed intently on the several people in the room, howling, “What the hell do you lunatics want to know? We are humans too, why do you treat us like this?”

Faced with the man’s howling, Rebecca frowned and looked at the guard beside her.

The latter gently shook his head, indicating that he hadn’t done anything to this man.

“I saved you. Now, I need you to tell me what happened so we can apprehend those people,” Rebecca continued.

Perhaps Rebecca’s words were effective.

The man’s emotions gradually stabilized.

“You saved me?”

“Yes, I am Rebecca, the wife of the City Lord of Lyss City. I will arrange for someone to ensure your safety, so you don’t have to worry,” Rebecca moved two steps closer, sat down on a chair nearby, “I need you to tell us more details.”

After a moment of silence, the man slowly began to speak.

“Some people are capturing us.”

“You? You mean your team?”

“Yes, we come from the same place. Those people captured us and forced us to reveal everything we knew,” the man said, lowering his head.

“Everything? Like what?”

“How we got here, why we ended up here, what we used to do, everything was of interest to them,” the man fell into memories, gradually becoming fearful.

Rebecca frowned and looked at the guards behind her.

She found it hard to understand why they would capture them just to ask such questions, rather than seeking out important intelligence.

Even the location of a treasure or some aristocratic secrets would be more valuable than knowing where they came from or what their former jobs were. “What are they doing with this information?” Rebecca asked.

“I don’t know. They would jot it down in a notebook as if they were collecting some sort of intelligence,” the man continued.

“One last question, did you recognize any of them, or see any distinguishing features?” Rebecca pressed on.

“I don’t know any of them.” The man took a covert glance at the people in the room and shook his head.

“Alright, I understand now. Rest easy, there won’t be any danger here,” Rebecca stood up and walked out.

“When can I leave?” The man suddenly asked as she was leaving.

“When you have recovered more, you can leave,” Rebecca replied, and walked out of the room.

Once the man’s emotions have stabilized further, they will need to inquire further.

After Rebecca left, the room fell silent again.

Due to the commotion at the temple during the day, Rebecca had him moved to a new location.

The night darkened, and the man gradually fell asleep.

A nightmare awoke the man, who wiped the cold sweat off his forehead.

But he saw a skeletal bird standing by the window.

The hollow pupils, flickering with a faint blue light, were staring at him.

The man shuddered violently, his mouth wide open, looking terrified.

The Skeleton Sparrow said, “Don’t shout. I’m from Earth too, we’ve met before in the day.”

Burp!

The next second, the man rolled his eyes and passed out.

A long time passed before the man slowly came to.

“I told you, we’ve met before. Why get so worked up?” The Skeleton Sparrow asked.

The man opened his mouth wide, as if his throat was jammed, and stammered without uttering a word.

“So, does this mean I’m dead?” The man seemed to suddenly make sense of it all.

“You’re not dead. We met during the day at the temple, you warned me to watch out for those people, I purposely came to see if you were in any danger,” Fang Hao said softly, detailing as much as possible to help the man recognize his identity.

“But why do you look like this?”

The man was in a state of confusion.

“It’s just some minor magic tricks, you don’t need to worry about them.” The Skeleton Grey Sparrow jumped onto a table nearby, continuing to inquire, “Who exactly captured you, and why do they want to capture us transmigrators?”

“I’m not sure, I don’t know them, but they seem to be very interested in us. They meticulously recorded all the information they managed to extract.” “What value do these things hold for them?”

” I don’ t know, but they care about it a lot.”

“You don’t know those people, do you have any details about the group they’re associated with, or any identifiable symbols?” pressed Fang Hao.

Rebecca only asked if there were any distinctive facial features of the person.

It seemed that she knew some of the intelligence, but was just not aware of the specific identities of the group.

Fang Hao had no choice but to ask more detailed questions.

The kidnapping of transmigrators hung over his heart like an ominous sword.

Humankind persecuting its own kind; everyone could potentially be the culprit, enhancing the sense of danger.

After a moment of contemplation, the man suddenly perked up and said, “I recall the wax seal they used for passing messages, it seemed to resemble two intersecting scythe blades. It’s very familiar, it’s reminiscent of a game logo I once played.”

Fang Hao was stunned on the spot, his heart slightly shocked, “Two intersecting scythes, when looked at from the front, does it looks like a hood?”

The No-face’s hut.

This symbol was the identifier of the No-face.

That said, there were two possible interpretations.

Someone may have posted a task through the No-face’s hut, with the intention to collect information about transmigrators.

Alternatively, the No-face themselves might be thinking that transmigrators have information worth mining, hence they’re gathering it.

“Yes, indeed, do you know them? Are you familiar with them?” The man appeared somewhat thrilled.

“I don’t know them personally, but I’ve heard of them.” Fang Hao paced back and forth, “Isn’t there anyway to track them down?”

“I previously used the Book of Lords to seek help from my friend, passing two photographs which might hold some clues.”, the man suddenlyremembered.

“Where is your Book of Lords?”

“It was taken by them long ago, but I’ve sent it to my friend, his name is Gao Lin.”, the man mentioned.

“Okay, and you were saying, you are…”

“Ren Jun.”

Just as Fang Hao was about to ask further, noises from outside the room interrupted him.

“Who are you talking to?”

Fang Hao immediately flew back to the windowsill, instructed, “You can relax now, Rebecca will ensure your safety. After you get out, do not go back to your territory, head to the Enjoyable Hotpot Restaurant, I will arrange for someone to rendezvous with you there.”

Following his words, the Skeleton Grey Sparrow flew off out the window, disappearing into the night sky.

Click!

The door was slightly ajar, two guards popped their heads in to take a peek.

“Who were you talking to?” The guards entered the room, igniting the candle that was off to one side.

The man was sitting on his bed, staring blankly out the window in silence, “I didn’t say anything, how did you hear me talking? Was I talking in my sleep?”

Once the guards had completed a full scan of the room without discovering any sign of others, one of them muttered to himself, haunted by what had just happened.

They then shut the door behind them and left.

The room was once again engulfed in darkness.

The man was gazing at the window, in the direction where the Skeleton Grey Sparrow had flown off to.

From the regional channel, only one person could open a hotpot restaurant.

The next morning arrived.

Fang Hao and his associates woke up early.

They opened the city gates and rode a swift purple-scaled horse to leave Lyss City.

They switched to the Bone Dragon at Gray Bear’s stronghold.

By 5 P.M., the trio returned to their territory.

As they arrived at the lord’s mansion, they saw a skeletal hero waiting for them, seated upright in silence on a long bench.

“Black Sword, it’s an honor to meet you, Lord.” The skeletal hero kneeled on one knee and spoke.

[Black Sword (Blue Tier 7 Hero)].

This was the last one out of the three hero corpses obtained after the battle between the Mountain Range of Chillwind and the Mountain Range of Bloodshed.