Fort Minter was a strange city to Alencia, and as he was contemplating how to find Andiel, the now unknown Heavenly Flame King, a slender hand crept up to his waist.

"Ah!!!" a small boy screamed, his hand grabbed by Alencia and pushed it back, a position that hurt the thief's head.

"I'm sorry, you may have chosen the wrong target.." Alencia smiled gloomily and pushed a little harder on her hand.

The boy let out a painful cry, his eyes flashing, and in his other hand he pulled out a sharp knife and quickly slashed at Alencia's neck.

Alencia's eyes were cold, her right hand was quickly raised, and the back hair first and firmly clasped the young man's wrist, slightly forced, the young man snorted, and the knife was in Alencia's hand in a blink of an eye.

Alencia was about to plunge the knife into the boy's lower abdomen, when suddenly his eyes lit up and he changed his mind in an instant.

"Honestly, don't move.." Alencia put a knife against the boy's stomach and threatened, "Come with me, I'll ask you something, and if you answer well, I'll let you go."

The young thief nodded hurriedly.

Alencia sneered and led the boy into a small alley quickly.

Soon, Alencia walked out satisfied, he got what he wanted to know, and the boy had been turned into a corpse lying in the gutter, which might not be found in a few days.

Alencia must be ruthless enough, he doesn't want to talk about the core totem now, he doesn't even have an auxiliary totem, his strength is too weak, and he can only deal with a few ordinary people at most.

That boy is a thief, and he must belong to some dark corner of the city, the Knife Society, the Thieves Gang... This kind of gang organization can be found everywhere. They form a ball like a pile of scum, and if they are not cleared up immediately, they will soon be torn out in a large string, and the trouble behind will be endless.

Alencia, whose strength has not yet recovered as a totem division, must be cut down to the roots.

The Heavenly Flame King Andiel, who was originally just an apprentice in a bakery in Minteburg, saved his teacher during a battle between the Cult of the Dark Demon God and the Totem Master of the Fire Emblem, thus obtaining the core totem that changed the fate of his life, the Sky Flamingo.

There weren't many bakeries in the city, and Alencia followed the message from the thief and finally saw the person she was looking for when she found the fifth.

A head of pale red hair, which has not yet become the color of fire as it was later, and a delicate face sprinkled with a few freckles can vaguely see the handsome and resolute silhouette of the future.

However, it is not yet fully confirmed.

At this moment, a violent voice rang out in the bakery: "Andy, did you send the bread you delivered to Mrs. Tneman?"

"Right now!" the red-haired boy muttered dissatisfiedly.

Alencia breathed a sigh of relief, he straightened his clothes slightly, a bright smile bloomed on his face, and strode towards Andile, the Heavenly Flame King of his youth.

His heart roared: This will be the first step for me Alencia to change her fate and officially rise!

...

Carlo disembarked from the steam train with a light suitcase, his eyes were novel, and a faint smile always hung on his face, like a curious and well-cultivated aristocratic son.

The white-spewing tin monster behind him took him for five days, passing through long tunnels, winding rivers, and dense mountain forests, and it was indeed a good journey.

Carlo grabbed a passer-by and asked politely, "I'm sorry, may I ask if this is Fort Mingt?"

The passers-by were originally a little displeased, but when they saw Carlo's extravagant expression, they softened and nodded, "Yes, sir." ”

"Thank you. Carlo nodded in satisfaction.

Renard's memories tell Carlo that he belongs to an evil group of totems known as the Cult of the Dark Gods. Because of his low strength, Renard has only occasionally done intelligence gathering work in the remote places of Sidney's territory for so many years, and he is self-motivated to develop Sidney as a cultist.

Recently, however, Renard received an order from the Church, ordering the congregants around Jonas's territory to rush to the vicinity of Fort Mint as much as possible without special tasks to prepare for a major operation.

Reynard didn't know the time, place, or content of the action, and his rank was so low that he wasn't even forced to come over in the order.

Carlo was naturally in high spirits, since this plane was scattered with the power of Terraria and Dark Flames, then it must be inseparable from the Totemist.

Carlo has no clue how to find the power of the bloodline, but it would be a good idea to blend into the world of the Totemist and take the body of a Totemist.

Minterburg is a small town, but because it is built next to the train station, it has a lot of people.

"Mr. Carlo, all I can say is that you are too discerning." A small, but obese old man shouted to Carlo with a flattering face.

"The house was originally the residence of a marquis, and then it came into the hands of a new count. After more than ten generations of aristocratic maintenance and repair, you see that it is still so beautiful.."

The old man boasted vigorously that he was from the nearby Housing Exchange, and that Carlo was now preparing to buy a place to live from him.

"Oh yes.."

Carlo smiled at the house in front of him: the creaking sound of the wooden floor beneath his feet, the handrails of the stairs, the corners of the walls... Dust and dense cobwebs everywhere ...

But that's not the point, Carlo casually said, "I heard it was haunted before I came."

"Oh my God.." The old man cried out excitedly, his expression angry as if he had been greatly insulted, "Who made up the vicious rumors? . . . How can there be ghosts in this world, those are all words that adults will say when they scare disobedient children..."

Carlo admired the chattering old man in front of him, and he saw in him certain qualities that only demons possessed.

“.. The furniture and furnishings are very well preserved." As soon as the old man said this, an oil painting hanging on the wall beside him fell to the ground with a thud and shattered.

The air fell silent all of a sudden, and Carlo and the old man looked at each other at the oil painting that had fallen to the ground, and were silent.

After a short silence, the old man, who was two meters away from the painting, sincerely apologized to Carlo: "I'm sorry. It was I who accidentally touched it.."

Carlo looked at the old man in a daze, and then burst out laughing.

"Yes, I bought this house." Carlo said with a smile on his face, "A thousand gold coins, I'm moving in before sunset tomorrow, I want to see everything new."

"I swear, I assure you... Mr. Carlo.." The old man was overjoyed and said, "You will definitely feel at home here."

"Oh, yes.." Carlo spoke slowly, with a mysterious smile in his eyes, "I hope so."

It seems that there are a lot of restless little mice hidden here...