novelinnhs Chapter 83 The Living, Weeping in the Mist
Chapter 83 The Living, Weeping in the Mist
Chapter 83 The Living, Weeping in the Mist
Pirion caught the scroll that was tossed to him and glanced at it; the main character wasn't him.
A female elf wearing a black and gold high-necked long dress flashed by in the mountains and forests.
Moving closer, one sees a simply dressed man curled up on the ground, holding a crying baby in his arms.
Blood was everywhere, and the monster's and the living's parts were broken into pieces, scattered among the withered grass and soil.
The body was relatively intact, but the eye sockets were sunken and the skin was dry and wrinkled like dried tree bark, making it impossible to tell what the person looked like before death.
"What do you mean?"
"Three days ago, the people of Yaoxiao encountered the Eye of Aging in the wild. There were eight corpses at the scene, one of which was a living Eclipse."
"What about the remaining 7 bodies?"
"Their identity is unknown. The survivor described being drugged and abducted to the wilderness."
"Did the Eye of Aging do this? Or is it a case of double-crossing?" Pirion clicked his tongue. "Troublesome fellow, he's got his eye on Kren."
A freak who has mastered dark magic and possesses divine and demonic power without side effects—as long as you don't intentionally kill yourself, the difficulty of bringing her to justice is no less than having a perfect cat rub against your leg, lying on the ground exposing its belly, and you being able to resist touching it with a heart of stone.
Pirion recruited many of the former fierce and warlike men and put their talents to good use.
Under normal circumstances, lone lone predators dare not easily provoke Kren, and even when banding together, they need to think twice.
But the situation has changed.
"In order to establish his authority, Baron Norn Batu dismissed the sheriff you appointed and the diligent captain of the knights, and replaced them with his own people. Now the security situation in Kren is a complete mess."
Pirion took the robe from the maid and casually draped it over himself: "I know."
"Smugglers, bandits, and eclipsors are all partying."
"I know that too," Pirion said.
"There are many ways to embarrass him. Let's loosen the rules on security. I'm too busy to go into the forest to set bones for the living worms."
"You've misunderstood me," Pirion said, half-laughing, half-crying. "Things haven't gotten so bad that I need to use the suffering of the Kren to demonstrate my achievements as Pirion Sass. My orders to the guards have always been 'Maintain the status quo and protect the Kren.'"
Nan'an looked like someone who had accidentally hit a pit while eating a longan, his facial features contorted in pain.
He couldn't help but rub his temples: "So, you didn't do it, he did?"
Pirion sighed helplessly.
"I had prepared other methods to deal with him, and I was still laying the groundwork when the Baron suddenly pulled out his sword, stabbed himself twice, and while blood gushed out, he asked me, 'Wasn't that ruthless?' — It certainly was."
Baron Norn Batu came to Kren with a mission.
To get rid of this idiot smoothly and without fault requires meticulous and thorough planning.
Pirion admitted that even under the most ideal circumstances, it would be after winter.
In other words, he needs to build up his armor for two months before seizing the opportunity to strike and win in one fell swoop.
"I know you'll think this is too slow, but this isn't child's play."
Nan'an decided to leave the professional matters to the professionals and just bear with it.
After Victor the Elder went to the Rostarek front, the Kren Caverns resumed their traditional routine of three "people".
Cat food is prepared in advance, and Nan'an Suiyue can eat as soon as she gets home on time.
There is no fixed recipe; they eat whatever is made for them.
Occasionally, when Nan'an has a craving, she will pick and choose from the ice pool where ingredients are stored and cook an extra meal.
The longer they spent together, the more they liked to touch and rub the cat's food.
Suiyue's favorite thing to do is to stuff cat food into her arms and stroke her fur, making it shiny and smooth, and she never gets tired of touching it.
Nan'an felt that petting a cat should be done in a certain way, so he chose to rub the cat's cheeks to make it smile. Occasionally, he would hallucinate as an emperor from another world, which was a wonderful experience.
Cuteness is definitely the key!
Since they were both gods and demons, Nan'an had no interest in letting the fly mist out for a stroll.
Fortunately, even with their intelligence, they couldn't understand the meaning of taking a walk. Every time Nan'an used them, he felt like he was commanding a pack of mad dogs.
In the space of consciousness, Suiyue picked up one of the flies from the swarm and felt the buzzing of its wings fluttering at her fingertips.
"Why not just bind the attack execution keyword to 'bite him'?"
"It's not impossible."
"By the way, why didn't you put the glass beads in the town of Sicklewater? That would have made it easier for us to travel back and forth."
"The god who lost the bead had the same idea as you." Nan An covered his forehead. "Now I know why those people were able to throw away such a useful god and demon. It turns out you possessed him and fought for them."
Suiyue obediently sat down cross-legged, but did not receive any further explanation from Nan'an.
That despicable old man, he keeps you in suspense without offering any explanation.
How else can we safely use yin-yang glass beads?
"What are you looking at?"
Seeing Nan'an gazing into the distance, lost in thought for a long time, Suiyue stood up and followed his gaze.
Then, they were dumbfounded.
At the edge of the consciousness space, the gray-white mist that should have stretched to the sky and remained unchanged forever suddenly cracked open.
It has never changed since they met in this space!
Driven by curiosity, the two rushed toward the opening, one after the other, and disappeared into the fog.
Before long, the two bewildered individuals reappeared from the opposite direction.
The attempt to cross the fog failed once again, but the area where the fog had shattered still hung high in the air.
Like a discarded draft that an artist had only painted halfway through, it abruptly and ugly occupied a corner of the canvas.
The wisps of mist at the edge slowly rolled up, trying to close up again, but were always pushed away by some invisible force the moment they touched the gap.
Occasionally, subtle ripples would appear inside, as if something was slowly moving, or perhaps it was simply an illusion of light and shadow.
After a night of turmoil, Nan'an did not come away empty-handed—he had even more questions.
Could it be related to the giant Rubik's Cube?
For more than ten days in a row, there was no sign of the gap in the sky closing.
It just hung there, like an eye that never closes, silently watching everything in the space of consciousness.
In a daze, Nan'an seemed to hear the faint sound of wind chimes coming from outside the mist.
The sound was so soft that it was almost impossible to tell if it was real, like the murmur of someone fast asleep.
For a fleeting moment, he seemed to see the image of those delicate little objects swaying gently in the breeze reflected in his mind's eye.
"Wind chimes? Where are the wind chimes? You're dreaming—oh, we're in a dream."
Suiyue was completely out of the loop.
She heard nothing, as if she were a fool who had no connection to the Buddha's teachings.
The giant Rubik's Cube did not respond to this, to the point that Nan An began to seriously consider the possibility that he was hallucinating in his dream.
In reality, the construction of Lianshui Town is progressing smoothly.
After Cole's energetic performance that day, the first batch of Living Eclipses that were sent out formed an organizational structure led by Cole and Qi Zhan.
Nan'an recognized their status, and after that, the formation of cohesion was astonishingly fast—it was as if as long as these people, who had been repeatedly crushed by fate, were given a clear direction, they would run desperately in that direction.
The Living Erosion ventures into the Black Mist, risking their lives for the collective good.
Correspondingly, they enjoy the highest status in Lianshui Town and have priority access to essential survival resources.
At this stage, corn and potatoes can be eaten without limit.
Those who register to enter the Black Mist can apply for a small amount of alcohol provided by the Senate.
This privilege, unique to the "hero," was agreed upon by all the living beings without any objection.
Without any intervention from Nan'an, the Eclipses established their own contribution ranking system, which Ruska helped them refine and link to group honor, creating a positive incentive loop.
Essentially, it is a simplified version of the Nora Blood Tax.
For nearly 400 years, the Black Mist Clan has relied on the blood tax aristocracy's confidence and the phrase "What kind of aristocracy are you?" as their greatest asset. This confidence stems from the honorary inscriptions written in blood by each family unit.
Most of the living erosions are unaware that they have unwittingly taken an important step toward thinking as "Nora".
Suiyue squatted to the side, watching the little eclipse not far away learning to read with Father Ruska.
The children formed a semi-circle, each holding a stick, drawing crooked characters in the sand, which inevitably reminded her of her childhood.
In the Dawn Church's orphanage, the nuns did the same, holding her hand and teaching her to write her name stroke by stroke.
"It's easier than we imagined; the erosion might actually be correctable later on."
Nan An gently patted the back of her head and smoothed her large horns.
"Just say what you want to say," she muttered. "Stop starting with touching the corner."
As Nan'an spoke, he touched the object: "The chief elder repeatedly screened the candidates, and then cut the number again before leaving, finally managing to gather 147 obedient babies for us. Can you guess what those who failed the exam were made of?"
"At this stage, there are no signs of being attracted by the black mist, but what if we get closer? What if we enter the black mist?"
Oka came to Nan'an's side. He had a small status among the goblins and always did things personally in the town, never missing any opportunity to contact Nan'an.
Goblins always take pride in being able to communicate with Southan, as if in doing so they indirectly receive the blessed light that their ancestors once bathed in.
Nan'an opened the scroll, which had been confirmed by the goblin mages to be harmless.
A tall tower stands.
Looking at the portrait, Nan'an's eyes narrowed little by little.
As the scroll rolled to its end, a communications statue fell to the ground.
Nan'an entered the Elu carriage and activated the statue with magic. Soon after, a familiar voice came from the other end.
"Your Excellency Nan'an, I am in Keren. Let's meet."
As expected, the head of the Leod family, Vahdien, arrived.
The meeting place was an inconspicuous house in Clenxi.
Nanan was somewhat surprised to see that Wahdien had not brought any servants with him and that he himself had opened the door.
This handsome man, who could easily outshine credit cards with his looks, didn't have any cheap perfume or face powder on him this time.
Soundproofing arrays were set up on the surface, and upon entering the basement, Wahedeen set up another layer.
Even so, he was still not at ease, so he took out a pendant made of anti-magic material from the box he carried with him and put it on, while also giving one to Suiyue.
When he was planning to hang it up in Nan'an—
"I am a summoned creature."
Wahdien glanced sideways at Nan'an, his expression blank.
The candlelight in the basement cast a faint outline of light around him.
His eyes were devoid of warmth; beneath the surface of indifference lay a palpable sense of disgust and incomprehension that threatened to erupt at any moment.
Suiyue stared blankly as she fiddled with the Demon-Suppressing Pendant, completely unaware that two people in the basement were exchanging glances, sparks flying.
Nan'an doesn't reflect on its own actions when faced with inexplicable hostility.
He doesn't easily engage in internal strife; if he's unhappy, he'll kill a cultist to relieve his boredom.
If you're still not satisfied, then kill two.
After transmigrating, this was the ultimate stress-relieving method that Nan'an learned from Aslipan and many members of the adventure team.
"Let's get straight to the point, Southan," Vahdion said coldly. "You've seen Linem twice—don't go near her again, you'll only bring misfortune upon everything."
After hesitating for two seconds, Nan'an said solemnly.
"The respect I give you is entirely based on the name of Riod. The Raven once told me that long before the establishment of the E'lu family, the Riod family alone fought against gods and demons, and the Weeping Mist. It is your generations of sacrifice that have temporarily sealed its power to grant its wishes."
"I have always held the sincerest respect for heroes who step forward. Your deeds, unknown to outsiders, deserve the respect of everyone."
"but----"
Nan An changed the subject abruptly: "Respecting the Leode family and respecting you, the current head of the family, are two different things. Shouldn't you make your point clearer?"
Wahdien stood with his hands in his pockets, like a javelin.
"You are exactly like Raven and Gunn, but they all chose to remain silent after hearing my answer, and I believe—you will be no exception this time."
Wahdien paced slowly.
"The Mist of Lamentation, you named it 'Wish Fulfillment'?"
"Indeed, judging by appearances alone, it is indeed a monster that can generate physical forms based on people's thoughts."
"Since you've encountered it twice already and fought it, then—"
He stopped, his eyes sharp as knives.
"Is it strange that no entities it generated were found?"
Nan'an was guided through her memories.
Upon their first encounter, the Mist of Sorrow created a modified version of Asripan for him, and also transformed her into a flying head barbarian, capable of decapitating herself and launching attacks from multiple directions simultaneously.
Suiyue encountered a completely mutated monster.
In their second encounter, Nan'an faced a rotating group of adventurers, none of whom had mutated.
Suiyue encountered the Coraella she desired—
He looked up abruptly, his eyes wide.
The weeping mist never responded positively to their thoughts.
All attempts to invalidate can only ultimately result in "weakening".
"Do you realize that?" Vahedeen said in a deep voice, "The so-called wish fulfillment is something that can be chosen by it."
"The weeping mist is a living nightmare."
"Just like the cat food you hide underground."
Suiyue's mind overloaded for a moment.
"You mean—that guy, he's intelligent?"
"Congratulations on realizing that," Vahdeen said expressionlessly. "It has been like this since the time of our ancestors, and—it's getting smarter and smarter."
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