Tombstones stood under a gloomy sky, some broken, some rough.

Dotted with ancient statues, the cold wind blows, and the names engraved on many tombstones seem to have turned into a pair of eyes, quietly watching Boswell walking on the cemetery road, so that some of his original composure completely disappeared, his legs were trembling unconsciously, and his feet and necks had even cracked.

Not just anyone can be called a king, in the Lya Continent, there are only thirty-two kings, and in Hell, it is even rarer to seven.

The one he was about to meet was one of them.

"Don't be nervous, our king is the gentlest of the Seven Demon Kings."

The beggar boy who led the way seemed to sense Boswell's mood, and looked back at him, "Much better tempered than your master." ”

His tone was kind, but the expressionless look on his face when he spoke made Boswell calm.

And when he was brought to a broken marble tombstone in the corner of the gloomy cemetery, the vague epitaph on it even made him shudder unconsciously—

Death is the beginning of suffering.

The destination of some people after death is to go to hell, and what will happen to them after going to hell depends on the mood of certain beings......

So he fell trembling and kneeling in front of the tombstone, and Boswell opened his mouth and stammered, as if he had forgotten some of the words he had wanted to say.

Even the decisions that had been made with difficulty in my heart began to turn into chagrin and regret.

Because compared to the two beings he had to face and the two beings he was about to betray, he himself was too small, like an ant facing a giant......

However, when a voice of inquiry sounded from the grave in front of him, his original apprehension was relatively calmed down a lot.

It's just that the tone of the voice is quite gentle.

"Your former master is the Morning Star?"

"Yes, yes."

Boswell replied cautiously, "Ymir Wollaston Morningstar." ”

"Do you know his identity?"

"He, he didn't say it, but I guessed something ......"

"Very well, so what are you going to tell me?"

The voice is gentle like a kind old grandfather.

"I, I would say, is a brutal devil who never thinks about the life or death of our servants."

Boswell unconsciously began to justify his betrayal, "What he wants me to do is to send me to death, if he is a good master, of course I am willing to die for him, but he is not, he ......"

Boswell began to talk about the details of his contact with his former master, including how flawed the knowledge he had been given, how painful it was to use it, and how he was ordered to do all sorts of dangerous things without any regard for his life, as if he were a random animal.

The boy who was standing quietly next to him couldn't help but have a sneer on his face.

But the voice in the grave seemed to be very patient, and was always listening.

It wasn't until Boswell slowly adapted to his surroundings and his own situation at the moment that he gradually said something useful because of the recovery of his senses.

"Fifteen years ago I dug up a grave and found books that could connect with him, and then I entered the monastery under his guidance, and became abbot step by step."

"His purpose is to hope that I can find a hidden seal near Amos and open it unobtrusively."

"Looking for?"

The voice from the grave repeated the word, as if asking.

"Yes, looking."

Boswell nodded, "He took that seal very seriously, and basically every time he contacted me about it, I found it in a forest in Ibiza, and then because the place was hidden under the deep earth, I dug for years before I dug it ......through."

"How much do you know about that seal?"

"No, not much."

Boswell replied cautiously, "He will only tell me what to do when the operation is about to begin, so I don't know the specifics of that seal......"

"What else did he mention besides the seal?"

"In addition to seals, he often asked me to sacrifice my life to him, or prepare something strange for him."

"What's there?"

"Sacrifice is the constant slaughter of cattle for him, and the items prepared include the umbilical cord cut by a baby, the remains of a dead child, and some sea eggs ......"

Boswell told the truthful list of words.

Later, when questioned by the other party, he told other details, including what he had done in Nyam this time, including how he had become aware of the existence of the Shadow Raven and hoped to protect it.

With the passage of time, this kind of question and answer lasted for a long time.

The voices inside the tomb eventually fell silent, as if pondering the clues.

As a result, Boswell's mood that had been a little calmer became a little apprehensive, and even if it weren't for his special physique, his heart was beating wildly now.

Turning one's back on one demon king and taking refuge in another is not a safe and risk-free affair.

He wouldn't have even ventured into such a thing if Boswell's former master hadn't seen through his plan to fake his death and suddenly became more patient than ever.

However, after the thing is done, he is not sure what the specific effect will be.

After all, who can guess what a demon king is thinking?

The vultures knelt there in fear, and the voice in the tomb suddenly appeared.

"Sleep, Boswell, and get a good night's sleep, and when you wake up again, you will be free from your current pitiful body, and completely free from the troubles that the morning star has brought you."

Boswell was stunned by these words, and then he was so ecstatic that even the skin on his face fell to the ground unconsciously.

But then he felt a moment of sleepiness, and then he collapsed in front of the tombstone, and fell into a deep sleep.

There was a brief silence.

In the dim light, only a few trees and weeds growing in the cemetery made a small noise with the cold wind.

Until the voices in the grave resounded.

"No one has been able to know the inside story or clues about Anastasia's death back then, except for the Morning Star, who inherited the throne of pain."

The voice was still gentle, as if it was casual chatter, "A demon king's corpse is actually very precious, and it can do a lot of things. ”

"You mean, Morningstar found the body of the Queen of Pain?" The beggar boy standing on the side of the tombstone asked in a low voice in line with his master's words.

"Not only did she find it, but I guess she's alive."

"Was it the Morning Star who resurrected her?"

"It looks like so."

The voice said faintly, "But who can be sure that this Boswell's betrayal is guided by the Morning Star." ”

"He lied?"

"He's not lying, he's a lie in his own right."

The boy was stunned when he heard this, and then hurriedly asked, "What do you mean?" ”

"I need more leads."

The voice from the grave said, "Your next task is to enlist a member of the Church, a high-ranking person who can learn about the seal and have access to some of the key clues, and bring him to me." ”

"And the thing about surveillance?" The beggar boy was a little puzzled by this.

The clues extended by the Devil's Countess being sealed made them aware of the anomaly in the sealed place for the first time.

Before that, he was tasked with overseeing the four Sealed Places and kidnapping one of them if possible and questioning what happened to the Sealed Lands.

It seemed to him that he could also get some clues, and it was much faster than it was to rebel against a church member.

It's just that now it seems that the master doesn't plan to do this?

Sure enough, the words that came from the grave next confirmed his guess.

"Set it aside for now."

The gentle voice said with a smile: "The truth may be precious, and our actions need to be more hidden. ”