Despite the texture of a blackened stone, the appearance looks like an impossibly existent creature...... It's a real skull.

Scott half-knelt by the stone box and reached out to take it out.

The bones left over from thousands of years ago were heavy, it seemed to be colder than rock, the smooth surface had a dull luster, and there was a crack on the left side of the skull the size of a fist, as if it had been hit hard, and I don't know if it was before death...... Or posthumously.

However, compared to the twisted blood-red runes and bones scattered across the hall, the horrific skull showed an indescribable calm. Something made Scott's fingers tingle slightly, but he didn't feel disgust or fear.

The non-existent eyes stared at him, silently looking into the depths of his soul, and he couldn't help but be in awe.

It's probably not a god. A god who exists in another dimension will not leave a remains in this world even if he perishes.

So, as the elves and dwarves say, is this strange creature a demon from hell? Even Nia probably can't answer this question. The orcs that have long disappeared have not left many words in the first place, and now it is even more difficult to find a word, and its birth and fall are no longer a mystery that no one can solve...... Perhaps only the gods know the answer.

In any case, Bartlet did gain the devout faith of the orcs, and that faith never disappeared even after its death—and that was all they needed.

“...... Is it true?"

Copas couldn't help but ask.

His abrupt voice broke the silence, stirring up cold, empty echoes in the empty hall. There was a soft sound from nowhere, like loose gravel hitting the ground, causing the two young priests to look up and look around in unison, with uncontrollable panic.

Scott didn't answer. He carefully placed the skull back in the stone box and stood up.

"Here it is. He said.

That's some sort of answer.

Copas nodded.

"Well," he said, "there are still some rats to deal with—we can't let them chase them here." ”

"Lead them to the east, and the last thing they found should satisfy them. Scott covered the stone box.

“...... Maybe it's better to solve some of the troubles completely?"

"Thoroughly?" Scott glanced at him, "Eli Crooffler isn't an easy guy to deal with, and if the people he sent go missing or die, it will only make him more persistent - do you want to deal with him together?"

Copas was silent.

"We don't have the time and we don't have to dwell on him. Scott's tone was flat, "It'll be fine after two days." ”

After two days, it will be over.

Copas looked at his chiseled face, which was pale and cold, no more angry than the bones on the ground. He could not see his true intentions, but he could not disobey his commands.

This man, he was supposed to die as the first sacrifice when Sidney's light lit the first star...... But he didn't die.

To this day, when he sees Scott's figure standing upright on the altar after the light has faded, the anger and horror still churn in the priest's heart.

He didn't believe that Nesses didn't know what he had done—who could fool God, and it still allowed him to live...... What other deals were there between them that he couldn't know?

Things are out of his control. He had thought he could guess what Nether had planned, and he had prepared for it, but now he could only ...... Do it all over again.

Until the dust settles, it's too early to admit defeat.

He nodded again, and even bowed slightly, silent and humble.

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Dwarves love regular, grandiose things—but their pits are always like a labyrinth of rules, free to go wherever they please, and no one but themselves can scratch their heads.

A long time ago...... Even before Balach became a city, there were many legends that passed down among the people. "There is treasure in the mines" is one of the most popular, and even the adventurers of Rutger come from far and wide to do so. And the successive city lords of Balach are also very interested in this.

But countless failures and disappointments have worn away people's enthusiasm and greed, and many of the collapsed mines have been completely closed, and even Balach's children now know: "That's a lie." ”

The person hidden in the darkness held his breath, but his pupils involuntarily contracted slightly with excitement.

He grew up listening to those legends...... That's not a lie!

He tucked himself into a small slit as much as he could, a seemingly ordinary pendant around his neck that allowed him to avoid most detection spells, and enough courage to approach the uninvited guests who had been hovering underground for days, close enough to hear their footsteps and whispered conversations clearly.

The excitement in that voice was no less than his.

“...... Gold ......"

“...... The looted treasure ......"

“...... I've never seen anything like ......."

Footsteps involuntarily quickened, and after a few moments, more footsteps eagerly turned to the east of the pit.

The tracker gasped sharply and silently, clenching the unexpected gain in his hand—he figured he had done his job perfectly enough.

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“...... Treasure?" Croiffler raised an eyebrow with interest, but the voice of the other man quickly lowered the little temperature that had just risen in his eyes back to freezing.

"What treasure?" asked Borena curiously.

Croiffler looked at him coldly, the eyes that could freeze the blood of many people were not too lethal to His Majesty the King of Anktan, who had long been accustomed to it.

The Archon stumbled as he withdrew his weapon and threw a heavy piece of it into Borenna's face, with great precision.

Borena took it easily and took it in his hand.

"Pure gold!" he admired heartily, and did not hide his love for wealth.

The gold nugget the size of a baby's fist was made into a cylindrical shape, which looked like some kind of decoration, and the surface seemed to have a face carved into it, and the lines were simple and powerful, exaggerated but vivid, but ......

“...... No eyes?"

Borena's face froze, and he silently placed the valuable "treasure" carefully on the table.

"You know what that is?" Croefler was a little surprised.

"Bartlet. Borena replied, "The orc god." ”

There is no shortage of adventurers in the Kuz estuary, and there is no shortage of adventurers who love to tell stories by the fireplace when they are bored...... And Borena is quite fond of listening to stories.

He didn't believe in God—even when he came back from the dead, he still had doubts. But this kind of faith-related stuff is always a lot of headaches.

"That's what it is...... What are those people looking for?" he asked.

Croeffler chuckled softly.

"Nope. He said, "This is what I deserve." ”

and silent warnings.

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