In the dimly lit cabin, the smell of beef stew and potatoes mixes with soot.

Joyce placed the brown bread and the food from the pot on the small wooden table.

Rupert Sr. sat opposite Joyce, and began to dine in silence.

Despite the small size of the cabin, old Rupert rarely ate with Joyce and Elena, and usually served his portions.

This time the elder Rupert returned, ostensibly unscathed.

"Old Rupert, I went to the Lensu Museum in the morning to look for work, and it was not ideal, but I met a kind gentleman who said that I might be suitable for archaeological-related grading work, and that I could go to the Traveler's Bar at 131 Golden Rose Street. "Joyce inserted a piece of beef, and the texture and taste were very mediocre, in line with his previous level of cooking.

Listening to Joyce's words, old Rupert looked up at him deeply, without being too obvious.

"What is the Traveler's Bar that gentleman is talking about?" asked Joyce to old Rupert about this, for it was entirely true.

"It is part of the Military Intelligence Department of the Rosen Empire, ostensibly in charge of the affairs of adventurers and mercenaries in Rensu City. Old Rupert didn't raise his head, but gave a faint answer.

The reason why Joyce wanted to talk to Rupert Sr. was that he hoped to get some unknown information, so that he could be prepared for a bad situation and strive for more room for maneuver.

At this time, Joyce's shock was not concealed, and he looked at old Rupert with wide eyes, as if he could not speak.

From the old Rupert saying that the Rosen Empire, not the Empire, Joyce could hear that the old man's sense of belonging to the Rosen Empire did not seem to be very strong.

In addition, Elena can become a priest apprentice to the Goddess of Life Church, and Joyce believes that the church must have investigated her family, including Rupert Sr. and him.

"The Church of the Goddess of Life knows that Rupert Sr. is not simple, but still recognizes him, which probably shows that his relationship with the Church of the Goddess of Life is extraordinary, and the Church of the Goddess of Life is very influential in the Rosen Empire. Joyce, who was shocked, thought to herself.

There was one thing Joyce didn't understand, he wasn't sure if the Rosen Empire was supporting the Goddess of Life Church, or if this church was supporting the Empire.

But this does not affect Joyce's judgment that the relationship between the Church of the Goddess of Life and the Rosen Empire is very delicate, and Rupert Sr. is likely to be one of the branches.

"The goddess is above, I didn't expect the Imperial Military to express their intention to solicit me, old Rupert, this is really good!" Joyce, who came back to his senses, was not strict with the words of the Military Intelligence Department, as if he did not know much about it.

"Do you know what kind of adventurers and mercenaries are? Dealing with such people, even if you work for the Military Intelligence Department, you are likely to die at any time, and that job may not be as beautiful as you imagined. Old Rupert's eyes narrowed slightly, and he sneered disdainfully.

"What does he mean by this, is it really possible for me to enter the relevant branch of the Imperial Military Intelligence Department?" Joyce secretly pondered the old man's words, trying to guess the details that were easily overlooked.

The term mercenary appeared more often in the Arcane Era, and is rarely mentioned now, while adventurers only flourished in the Twilight Era, but it is difficult for ordinary people to come into contact with it.

Based on his archaeological knowledge, Joyce knew that mercenaries and adventurers were fundamentally different, mercenaries were for the sake of people, and adventurers were more for their own benefit.

It is undeniable that both mercenaries and adventurers have to be capable to do it, and Joyce only knows so much.

"It would be very good for me to change my current situation if I could work in the relevant departments of the Empire, old Rupert, and you should congratulate me on this opportunity. Joyce was still selfish and had a strong desire to live a decent life.

"Old Brut, do you know the Mystery?"

After the old man was silent, Joyce threw another question, and it was extremely heavy.

"If you want to live longer, it's better not to explore this aspect. Old Rupert's countenance became solemn, and the wrinkles made people look very deep.

"People's curiosity never stops, and it is precisely because of curiosity about things that progress is promoted. Joyce put down the spoon, as if she had to figure it out.

"Progress?"

Rupert Sr. suddenly laughed, causing Joyce to feel the mockery.

"The so-called secret cultivation refers to a person who has obtained the remnants of ancient mysterious powers, and in this way, has mastered part of the law and possessed extraordinary powers. When Joyce didn't seem to know how to communicate, Rupert Sr. gave him an answer.

"You really know, where did you hear about it?"

Joyce, pretending not to see through old Rupert's unusualness, asked him anxiously.

"Speaking of antiquity, why is there no mention of the secret in archaeological knowledge?" Joyce's mind seemed to be in turmoil as he watched old Rupert eat slowly.

At this time, Joyce was like trying to find the answer in a lot of confusion, and he had a sense of madness that he couldn't extricate himself.

"What can you learn in school? That knowledge is just a fool of stupid people, the truth is often only in the hands of a very small number of people, time is enough to bury a lot of things, bring unimaginable changes to the world, even if some history still has records and clues, you can't see it clearly in front of you, the ancient gods, the magicians of the Arcane Age, you should know. Rupert Sr. sighed as he spoke.

"You mean, the remnants of the ancient mystical power that the Mystic One has obtained......" Joyce clenched his fists in horror, not daring to continue.

Far from it, some churches that claim to be favored by the gods are almost close at hand, and the world knows about them, but few people know about them, let alone related to them.

In addition to Joyce's deliberate composition, some of Rupert Sr.'s statements were indeed heard for the first time, and he felt that he could consider and figure them out more carefully.

"Is it true that the power of the mystic is equivalent to the remnants of the power of the gods, or of the magician? No, it is too one-sided to refer to these two alone, and what he just said is the remnants of ancient powers, and the word ancient is somewhat intriguing, and it is likely that it also includes some unknown mysteries. Joyce's mouth opened, unable to tell how he was really feeling at this point.

Whether it was some information and secret excitement, or a cautious fear of the unknown, or an inexplicable expectation, Joyce couldn't tell for a while.

"Does God Really Exist?"

Thinking of the twelve main gods, Joyce subconsciously asked.

"Nowadays, people's belief in God has become more of a spiritual sustenance, and you are not the only one who has such questions, I didn't expect you to dare to say it. "Rupert Sr. is rarely playful about Joyce's reality and selfishness.

As if realizing his gaffe, Joyce was a little flustered at first, and then clasped his hands in front of his chest, with a feeling of repentance to the goddess of life.

"Last question, how do I become a Mystery?"

After Joyce made a gesture, he couldn't continue to pretend, and hurriedly asked solemnly.

As if afraid that Rupert Sr. would not answer, Joyce bit the last question to death.

"Finding something that contains the remnants of ancient power, trying to absorb the power in it to form a secret vein, it becomes a secret cultivation, but it is extremely dangerous to do so, and the vast majority of people with such ambitions will end up dying out of control because of this. Old Rupert had wrinkled corners of his mouth and a strange smile.

"What is the remnant of an ancient power, is there any specific?" Joyce continued, but the old man did not respond, as if he had said the last question, and he had to comply.

Joyce was in a hurry on the surface, but Rupert Sr. was deep and eating.

"The matter of the secret is definitely not as simple as old Rupert said, it seems that if you want to understand it in depth and detail, you have to wait for the opportunity. Joyce thought vaguely.

Although Joyce's personality was very similar to before, and he tried to avoid a sense of disobedience in what he said and asked, the response given by Rupert Sr. was far beyond his expectations.

In Joyce's opinion, the old Rupert revealed so much secret information today, which is very abnormal, and it can be called abnormal.

"Is he leaving, heading to the Gate of Radiance?"

Joyce even thought that old Rupert might say goodbye.

The meal was finished in a dreary atmosphere, and the elder Rupert, who no longer spoke to Joyce, ate very carefully.

"Seriously?"

Joyce couldn't understand why the way Rupert Sr. ate gave him such a feeling.

"Old Rupert!"

Seeing that there was nothing left in the plate, old Rupert got up and wanted to leave, but Joyce couldn't help but stop him.

"Thank you for raising me and Elena, if it weren't for you, we would probably have starved to death on the streets, after all, we can't stay in the orphanage all the time, in fact, in our hearts, we have already regarded you as a father. Joyce's words were heartfelt, and she stepped forward and gave old Rupert a hug.

Old Rupert was in great shape, and he stood in the cabin like this, without giving Joyce a reaction, and acting like a hard-hearted person, and not feeling the slightest trembling.

"It's too cold. ”

Joyce let go of old Rupert with an embarrassed sigh to dispel the strange emotions that arose when he left the house.

When the last rays of the setting sun were hidden on the ground, Joyce also went out with a silver Ao in his arms, and went straight to the Traveler's Bar at 131 Golden Rose Street, also in the Sock district.

If Rupert Sr. had left the city of Rensu and gone to the Gates of Radiance in the Quinham Mountains, Joyce could not wait any longer, it had nothing to do with emotions, but with his life.

This time Joyce did not ride in the carriage again, but walked on his legs.

Half an hour later, before it was completely dark, Joyce had reached Golden Rose Street, which was lined with inns and taverns.

Perhaps it is because the kerosene street lamps and the candles in the storefronts are not lit, and the drunken and golden fans of Golden Rose Street have not yet been fully lively.