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The unoriginal dark sky and the lifeless barren land were Wang Zhifan's first impression after entering the Seven Demon Kings copy.

He summoned his old companion, the Red Deer Horse, rode on the horse's back and ran in one direction. He did not let the Red Deer Horse fly into the sky. He was very low-key.

"I have to learn from this dungeon and never act recklessly again. Everything should proceed slowly according to the dungeon plan to ensure that there will be no stuck situations."

The reason why he became so steady was the bad memories of the last Destroyer copy. Wang Zhifan made up his mind that even if he could kill the BOSS with just a breath, he would give the opponent enough face to ensure that there would be no bugs that would make him uncomfortable.

At this time, Wang Zhifan was riding a red deer horse, galloping across the barren land, moving forward under the gloomy sky, and came to a place with flames and black smoke.

Everything in sight looks like a burned-down town. From the remaining architectural style, one can see that it is similar to the classical style of Europa on Earth. It can be inferred that this is another Western-style world.

However, this was also within Wang Zhifan's expectations. When he saw the name Seven Demon Kings, he thought of Western elements such as the Church, demons, swords and knights. Now he has just confirmed this.

"There is no living person or creature. Flames are burning on the rocks, and black smoke is condensing on the flames... This town looks like it has only been burning for a few days, but in fact it must have been burning for who knows how long. The fire here is not a normal fire at all, but a kind of energy substance similar to a mark."

Wang Zhifan's perception was so strong that he discovered the weirdness of the ruins of the town covered in flames and black smoke without further exploration. In other words, he had broken into the territory of some existence.

If others discovered this fact, they would either evacuate quickly or enter a state of high alert, but Wang Zhifan did neither. He mobilized his own power to protect the Red Deer Horse, and then rode the Red Deer Horse calmly into the flames and black smoke, like a tourist returning home.

Stepping over the collapsed stone pillars and jumping over the collapsed houses burning with strange, unextinguished flames, Wang Zhifan, riding on his horse, soon arrived at the center of the town and stopped in front of a building that looked like a church.

This church, like other buildings in the town, was in a state of severe damage. The fact that it had not completely collapsed was already the best condition it had. But there was one thing that made it special: there was no flame covering the stones around the church, nor was there any smelly black smoke. It seemed to have been deliberately separated, becoming a small, shabby shelter.

Looking inside the church, through the half-collapsed wall with gorgeous murals, you can see a tall and dignified statue of a lady. Below the statue is a cradle, and some noises can be vaguely heard from the cradle.

Seeing this, the corners of Wang Zhifan's mouth curled up slightly. He dismounted slowly, let the red deer horse stop outside the church, and walked step by step towards the statue of the lady in the dilapidated church, gradually closing the distance with the cradle.

Finally, he walked to the cradle and saw the contents inside. It was a baby with fair skin and as cute as an angel.

The baby's soft, sparse hair has a light golden sheen, and his round blue eyes are very watery. He is quiet and does not make any noise. He is a child that one can love at first sight.

Wang Zhifan stood beside the cradle, lowered his head and looked into the adorable baby's eyes, then squatted down and reached out to touch the baby's head.

"Why do you have to pretend to be a baby? Babies always cry and make noises. You pretend to be so quiet, which shows that you have no knowledge of human children. You are stupid."

As Wang Zhifan spoke indifferently, the eyes of the cute baby he was caressing suddenly changed. They were no longer pure and innocent, but filled with resentment and hatred, as if they would open their mouths and swallow Wang Zhifan alive in the next second.

But Wang Zhifan did not stop his caressing. He even went a step further and picked up the baby, who was not actually a human or a living being. He looked into its eyes and said:

"Are you angry about being exposed? That's not good. If you want to get some relief, just cooperate with me."

After saying this, his terrifyingly strong mental power invaded the strange baby in front of him, dominated its inner world, and forcibly obtained all of its memories.

It was born hundreds of years ago, when this place was still a bustling town with very developed commerce and a large population.

But one day an uninvited guest arrived. The uninvited guest was so powerful that people could not resist. It just passed by and completely destroyed the city, burning countless people to ashes and causing countless buildings to burn black and collapse.

Destruction alone was not enough. After that existence left, the flames and smoke in the entire town have continued to this day. There is no day when it will be extinguished, and no one can put it out. Most people will even be burned if they get close.

Eventually, these strange flames even combined with countless resentful souls to create a strange existence, making this already dangerous place even more terrifying and unpredictable.

"The being that created all this, could it be the Demon King? One of the Seven Demon Kings?"

After obtaining the memory information attached to the strange baby, Wang Zhifan made such judgment in his heart, and then a fluctuation of the power of law appeared in his hand. The strange baby who tried to break free from his restraints and attack suddenly dissipated like smoke, without any ability to resist.

As the baby disappeared, the area where the entire church was located also changed. Countless flames and black smoke quickly dissipated, revealing the burnt and dilapidated building, and the heat that made it impossible to approach was also rapidly weakening.

An area similar to a Jedi returned to peace. Wang Zhifan returned to the back of his red deer horse, adjusted the direction and rushed to the next location.

He chose to follow the direction of the powerful figure in the strange baby's memory. Although a lot of time had passed, he might be able to discover more traces of the other party's whereabouts, or even find its lair directly.

This peaceful journey lasted for about a day. During the journey, Wang Zhifan accelerated the red deer horse from time to time, crossed the deserted plains, passed through the vast mountains with only weeds and dead trees, passed by many devastated ruins of residents, and finally came to the seaside and found a port city.

Unlike other places seen on the road, this port city did not show many signs of destruction. It looked very intact, even prosperous. Sailboats went back and forth in the harbor, horse-drawn carriages flowed on the streets, and pedestrians were dressed in rich and poor styles and had happy and sad expressions, presenting all kinds of life.

"I need to find out information about the seven demon lords."

Wang Zhifan thought so in his mind, and cancelled the summons to the Red Deer Horse. He used a variety of masks to transform himself into someone similar to the locals, and began his best information collection.

It only took him a few minutes to locate his final target and arrive in front of a huge silver-domed castle in the center of the harbor city. This castle was much better than the church he found in the place where he found the strange baby. Not only was it huge in area and incredibly tall, it shone brightly in the sun, and there were many locals coming in and out of the three huge doors, making it quite popular.

After the previous investigation, Wang Zhifan knew that this castle was the headquarters of the organization called "Silver Hand" by the locals. In addition to being responsible for the internal operations of the Silver Hand, it also has many specialized businesses facing the outside world, especially in fighting monsters.

The Silver Hand was once a knight order of the Holy Light Church. After the disaster, the Holy Light Church, as the main force in the resistance, suffered heavy losses. After hundreds of years of turmoil, it gradually fell apart and developed into the current state of being scattered in different places and each of them is independent.

Wang Zhifan was wearing a beautiful set of silver-gray armor and a green long sword on his waist, looking like a young and heroic warrior. He entered the Silver Hand Castle and came to a counter. He said to the receptionist who looked up at him:
"Hello, I want to buy some information."

"What kind of information is this? Monsters? Equipment? Potions..."

The receptionist listened and answered very skillfully.

"It's information about the Demon King. I want to know the exact location of the seven Demon Kings."

Wang Zhifan immediately explained, which made the receptionist at the counter look slightly stunned.

"This guest..."

She hesitated. It was obvious that she rarely encountered questions about the Demon King. After all, it was a topic that people in this world did not want to talk about. But after thinking about it, she gave an answer:
"If you are not here to cause trouble on purpose, I must remind you not to mention those beings casually. Their power is beyond our imagination, and even mentioning them may result in a curse..."

"I need information on the Demon King's location. Money is not a problem."

Wang Zhifan immediately interrupted her, looked at her seriously, and at the same time stretched out his hand to place a handful of yellow universal equivalents of this world, that is, gold coins, on the table.

The power of the gold coin was indeed considerable. After waving it like this, the receptionist stopped talking and just said "wait a moment". She immediately left the counter and turned into a door inside the counter.

Wang Zhifan's perception was enough to penetrate the door and he knew there was a small staircase inside that connected to the upstairs, where there were many office-like rooms, with extensive connections in all directions.

When the receptionist got upstairs, she opened one of the offices and asked the professionals inside. It was obvious that the intelligence related to the Demon King was of a high level and could not be sold casually.

Wang Zhifan actually knew this a long time ago. If he wanted to be efficient, he could sneak into the Silver Hand and find a way to investigate. Even if there was some trouble in the middle, he would be able to suppress it.

But after the bad experience in the last copy, he decided to proceed step by step and not take any destructive actions, so as to avoid causing trouble due to greed and end up wasting his time.

About three minutes later, the receptionist came out from the door behind the counter and said to Wang Zhifan who was waiting there:
"Sir, I'm sorry that we can't provide you with the information you want for the time being. It's not a matter of money, but for the safety of you and others. I hope you'd better not come into contact with that kind of existence..."

Before she finished speaking, Wang Zhifan understood her deep meaning and answered directly:
"Tell me, I want to get information about the Demon King. What else do I need besides money?"

The receptionist smiled and glanced at Wang Zhifan's standard soldier outfit, then explained:

"Sir, I think you must be an elite warrior. You must have heard that we, the Silver Hand, have been issuing commissions to the outside world for a long time. The more commissions you complete and the higher the level, the more trust you will have from us. If you can be promoted to the highest level, it will prove your loyalty and strength. Even if you don't ask, our headquarters will share the information you want with you..."

"So what is needed is status. Without the corresponding status, you, the Silver Hand, will not sell the information about the Demon King?"

Wang Zhifan looked at the receptionist for confirmation.

"Your understanding is correct, so please work hard to complete the commissioned tasks and continue to improve to the highest Silver Glory level. For you, the information about that existence can only be obtained if this condition is met, and even my superiors cannot know it. Is there anything else you need?"

"Please tell me where the commission counter is."

Relying on the guidance of the receptionist, Wang Zhifan immediately turned around and went somewhere else, ready to take on a commissioned task to improve his status in this world.

In fact, he could take a shortcut, such as disguising himself as an insider of the Silver Hand, or disguising himself as someone with a status and position high enough to access high-level intelligence, but he was a bit too lazy to go through the trouble, so he tried the most conventional route, and would think of another way if it took too much energy.

After he left, the receptionist who was originally responsible for selling intelligence shook her head secretly and muttered:

"How could there be such a strange person... Even the Knights of the Silver Hand would not dare to contact him rashly. I hope the mission can help him regain consciousness. Otherwise, it would be a pity for such a young and handsome man to go astray..."

Wang Zhifan also heard what this person muttered, but he didn't care. Instead, he felt that the route he chose had hope.

Because according to what she said behind his back, it was enough to prove that the Silver Hand did have information about the Demon King, and that anyone who was a knight could access it, so it was not top secret, which meant that it would not be too difficult for him to obtain it through formal channels.

Later, Wang Zhifan arrived at the reception counter for the Silver Hand commissioned tasks and studied how long it would take to complete the tasks all the way to the highest level. He unexpectedly discovered that it seemed quite easy.

The reason is that the commissioned tasks of this organization are allowed to skip levels. With the lowest level white wood brand that has just been registered, you can accept the corresponding tasks of the previous level bronze brand. Once the task is completed beautifully, you can directly upgrade to bronze brand. If you continue to do this, you can continue to upgrade to red bronze brand, fine steel brand, dark steel brand, and finally silver brand. (End of this chapter)