It's a footprint, an ordinary, but definitely shouldn't be in this ancient ruin.

Loren's eyes widened as he half-knelt on the muddy ground, cold sweat dripping from his forehead unnoticed, and his expression had never been so shocked as this moment.

With the blessing of the "Spiritual Vision", the original clues were as intuitive as a report in front of him.

The traces are still very clear, indicating that the other person has appeared here at the most recent time, and the footprints are heavy but very even, which is a sign of the stability of the lower plate, and this person is likely to have some degree of training...... Then the most crucial one, the traces of this footprint prove that it should be a heavy winter boot.

In Byrne, which is like spring all year round and is almost in the middle of summer, why is there a pair of heavy winter boots?!

It was clear that this was not left by the Governor of Byrne, and his footprints Loren found as soon as he entered... And a mutated monster is here, and no matter how stupid Gaspar is, he can't make this kind of thing known to everyone.

In other words, before me, or even recently, someone else has been here?

The boots and the beggars weren't supposed to lie, and there was no need for them, so the man had entered the underground ruins from somewhere else......

Who could it be?!

Why is he here... Is it to find the Governor of Gaspar, or is it just a coincidence by mistake, or is it the same purpose as himself?

The black-haired wizard was full of questions.

"Smack!" snapped his fingers again, and the transparent ripples spread farther away.

Loren shuddered slightly, and suddenly his face was gloomy...... More traces were exposed one after another in front of his eyes.

The scratches on the pillars in the corners were by no means ordinary weapons, but legion-style halberds;

The footprints and the blood stains left by the touches were evident from briefly being hindered before stepping into the ruins;

The same footprints, though messy and concentrated, were not just one, but at least two or three people;

There was no sign of the ruins being moved, and the cage was still intact, proving that the other party had clearly not found what he was looking for, so he left in a hurry......

The pensive Loren's face sank like water, only his pupils kept trembling, and his nervous thinking made him have no time to care.

No matter how absurd the outcome is, no matter how bizarre the reality, when all impossible situations are ruled out, that is the only truth.

For some reason, I always feel inexplicably ironic when I think of this sentence......

There are two... Or three... Outlanders from the north are doing similar things to themselves, searching everywhere for traces of the Blood Order and the remnants of the evil god Brunhilde, and finding it before they do.

That's the only answer.

For ordinary people in this era, evil gods have long been a myth that only exists in legends, and only the church and the top floor of the Nine-Pointed Star Wizard Tower really know about it... Even if ordinary people find this ruin, the possibility of making money is much higher than finding the so-called "truth" in the legend.

An enemy who was absolutely unwilling to face it now, little by little, he was emerging from Loren's mind.

The renegade bishop, the apostle of the "Black Cross" Serol... Fanecis.

Could it be him?

If it's true, then who is the person with him... And what is the relationship between him and Governor Gaspar?!

The chill of fear sent chills down Loren's body, and he suddenly realized that this was not the most troublesome.

Red Blood Keep... It is even possible that the entire Night's Watch of Byrne has defected and joined the Blood Order, in other words, the Empire may not know anything about the true situation of Byrne, and neither the House of Turin nor the Governor of Gaspar would be stupid enough to report the truth to the Empire, which would be tantamount to suicide.

In the last Ebolden rebellion, the Ebolden rebellion was resolved smoothly, not only because of the good planning of Master Corona, but also because the total destruction of the Ebotden Night's Watch caused the alarm of the Celestial Dome, and Brandon de Salion and the Imperial Legion arrived in time to resolve all potential problems in time.

So what about this time?

The rebellious Night's Watch, the ignorant Empire, the sinister Governor Gaspar, the secretly plotted Blood Order, and the thirteen knight lords with their own plans...... There are also "strangers" lurking in the shadows, also chasing the traces of evil gods.

The black-haired wizard with a blank face suddenly remembered the man in red he met at Plantagenet Manor, the night watchman pretending to be the tavernkeeper... The appearance of his last struggle before dying faintly made him feel a little familiar.

Strange recovery ability, strong void reaction, mutation that borders on convulsions... Especially the gesture that was almost undead and crazy at the end......

Holy Blood Elixir... The by-product of Isaac Grantham's research nearly destroyed the entire Alchemical Creation of Ebroden.

After Aalto Bellini was killed by himself, there were very few people who really knew about it... Loren himself was certainly not stupid enough to hand it over to someone else, and the recipe was burned clean.

The only person left who might have mastered the Elixir of the Holy Blood was Fanescis... In other words, if it was really a Holy Blood Elixir, it would almost be equivalent to confirming that he was in the Red Blood Castle at the moment!

If he's going to do the same thing here as he did last time, how can he be stopped?!

"Brünnhilde ......"

"Huh?" Asriel tilted his head, looking at the black-haired wizard who was whispering.

"What kind of existence is this evil god called 'Brunhilde'?" Loren squinted his eyes and stared at Asrael's every move, "I remember you said that you evil gods are very familiar with each other. ”

"Well, indeed. The young man nodded, sighed, and made a very emotional expression: "Brunhilde... In fact, Asrael prefers to call her 'Chino' or 'Elaine', and having so many titles is one of her characteristics. ”

"How to describe it, this guy actually looks a little like Mezca. ”

"Mezca?" Loren frowned.

"Uh... It's not what Loren thinks, it's the intelligence of this guy. Asriel was very helpless: "Rigid, stubborn, straight, inflexible... Although there are all strange things among the evil gods, this kind of simple-minded guy is really a rare breed. ”

"Reckless, dumbfounded, no resistance to new things and all things sweet, very stubborn at the same time with out-of-the-box ideas, the only thing good at is messing everything up......"

"But...... In terms of strength, she is indeed worthy of the title of 'Female God of War', and Brunhilde in her full state... Seriously, it's better for you to pray that you don't fight her. ”

The young man paused abruptly, his scarlet eyes sparkled, and a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Dear Loren, I know what you want to do, but as your best friend... Asrael advises you to give up on this plan. ”

"Oh?" Loren deliberately pretended to be stupid: "I haven't said anything, how do you know?"

"Because Asriel is Loren's best friend......" The boy cocked his nose triumphantly, but soon his face became solemn again: "Indeed... It would be very helpful for Loren to form an alliance with Brunhilde, but it's impossible!"

"No matter how reckless, stupid, simple-minded... She is also a true evil god, can Loren really trust an evil god to keep his promises, and will never betray Loren... Huh?!"

The words came to an abrupt end, and Asrael, with a stiff expression, opened his mouth as he watched the dark-haired wizard's increasingly subtle expression.

"Go on, I'm still listening. Loren, who hooked the corners of his mouth, smiled slyly, and deliberately dragged out his voice very long: "I... Can you really trust an evil god to keep his promise and never betray me?"

This is the end of being cocooned......

Looking at the young man who was looking left and right, cold sweat flowing, he was about to cry out and scratch his head desperately, although he knew that at least half of him was pretending, but Loren still couldn't help but feel happy.

Shrugging, the smug black-haired wizard turned to leave.

"Loren, where are you going?"

"Do you need to ask?"

Stopping, the black-haired wizard glanced at Asrael behind him:

"Holy Blood Elixir, Brunhilde, Farnesis... Persimmon picks up the soft pinch first, Gaspar Vane, it's time for him to take a curtain call!"