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Chapter 691 Okay, I believe in Mad Fire

Dorian, the demon messenger and a former collaborator of Elifis, is now wandering aimlessly.

After coming into contact with the mad fire, his mental state has been unstable, and no one knows what he will do next.

After being besieged, he managed to escape, but he was seriously injured and took a long time to recover, so he was in a very poor situation and sometimes couldn't even beat the wild animals in the countryside.

And ever since then, a feeling has been troubling him—he often feels like he is being watched, but when he looks around he can't find anything. This feeling is so persistent that it's driving him crazy.

Dorian then took the feeling of being spied on as a sign of madness watching him, and his mental state became even more precarious.

He had heard that some adventurers in Blackrock City had performed a live-streamed mad fire attack in front of the entire city, which destroyed the whole city in one fell swoop.

"A person capable of such a feat must admire Madfire just like me!"

After saying those words, he discreetly blended into Blackrock City, but couldn't find the adventurer who was up to something, so he had no choice but to run into the Sien Dungeon.

After some twists and turns, he successfully reached the village of the sick and met the epileptic patients. He even stared at them countless times with a smile. Each time he would go berserk, but each time he would recover, he would stare at them again.

For him, this feeling of madness was like a deep communication with the madness, an addictive behavior, and he could go mad here for the rest of his life!
So, it was clear to the naked eye that Dorian was ruined. He lay paralyzed in the sick village day after day, and during this period of despair, even the feeling of those watching over him seemed to have become weaker.

However, after a while, he regained a brief moment of clarity because the priest's keepsake he had left on him suddenly began to tremble, indicating that the other side was urging him to continue transmitting information back.

Dorian regained consciousness and suddenly realized that although his time living in the Sick Village was comfortable, it seemed to have brought him no benefits whatsoever.

"It must be because their maniacal fire is too weak. I need to find a more powerful maniacal fire!"

However, apart from Blighttown, he couldn't find any other places in the Sien Dungeon where the Madfire still existed. After searching around without success, he decided to temporarily return to the surface.

As soon as he stepped out of the portal, he encountered Radagan battling Yunka. The powerful aftershocks of the battle startled him, and he hurriedly ran away.

Then, he infiltrated the capital to gather intelligence. To make a living, he even worked on construction sites, selling his labor for food. He laid hundreds of tiles in the home of a certain nobleman.

However, life in the capital was really tough. In order to avoid being exposed, he could not kill or rob. The dignified demon was reduced to a laborer. This dissatisfaction made his resentment grow day by day, and finally it exploded today!
In a fit of rage, he killed the pet dog of the scoundrel nobleman who had withheld his wages!
So cool!

Adhering to the principle of not wasting anything, he was chewing on his pet dog, thinking sadly that he might never find a stronger case of epilepsy than that of a patient with epilepsy, and that he might live a mediocre life.

Then time came to the present.

Here he encountered Scameron refugees who claimed to be followers of the Mad Fire.

"What did you say?"

Dorian said, enunciating each word clearly, his face filled with astonishment.

This was the first time he had heard about the "Fear of Madness" from someone else, and a human at that. It was so outrageous that he couldn't believe it himself, and his tone was so shocked that he sounded like a Grim Reaper wielding a katana.

"Ah, ah wah wah wah."

The refugee made a commotion because he saw the bloody scene before Dorian.

Why are there corpses in the alleys of the capital? What kind of animal corpses?!
The only consolation was that the corpse didn't look like a human, but rather some kind of large canine. Judging from its glossy fur, it was probably a pet kept by some nobleman.

But this is also terrifying, because the old man was just squatting in front of the corpse, feasting on it!

In his panic, the refugee fell to the ground, uttering a series of incoherent interjections such as "Ah-wah-ee-ooh," clearly indicating that he was terrified.

But the more panicked the refugees became, the brighter Dorian's eyes became, and his gaze as he looked at them grew increasingly certain.

Yes, it's exactly this kind of chaotic and disorderly speech! Just like me when I'm going crazy!
Dorian looked at the refugee with admiration in his eyes. Although he didn't sense any Mad Fire from the guy, his chaotic remarks were indeed Mad Fire-like.

His trust in refugees is steadily increasing!
"Clap!"

Dorian's large, blood-stained hand gently grasped the refugee's arm, revealing what he considered a harmonious smile, and softly asked:
"You believe in madness?"

"Eek!" The refugee uttered a sound that seemed inhuman in his panic. Fear rendered him speechless, but the more speechless he was, the more credible he became in Dorian's eyes.

“It’s rare to meet someone who shares my faith. Here, have this.” Dorian kindly handed over a piece of his pet dog’s liver.

Even though the refugee gritted his teeth, his defenses were still breached in a humiliating manner, and the slippery liver was stuffed into his mouth, which he swallowed subconsciously.

Waaaaah, I'm not clean anymore!
Although he was terrified, his brain was working at lightning speed. After all, he had escaped from the war-torn Kingdom of Ten Thousand Religions and had some skills.

In the end, he came to an unfortunate conclusion—he, a fake cultist, had encountered a real cultist.

And the guy in front of me seems to be a complete madman! No, he should be called a fanatic!

I'm doomed. If I can't get through this, I'm finished!
"Hey, what do you think of Madfire?" Dorian asked with a smile at that moment.

To clarify beforehand, he was now emaciated, ragged, and covered in blood. His face was darkened by the sunlight, with only his sharp teeth showing through his smile, and the bits of flesh stuck between his teeth were still clearly visible.

In short, he was seen as a ghost by the refugees.

From the refugee's perspective, this is a question that could lead to death.

The refugees froze for a moment, then a rapid brainstorming session ensued.

Calm down, Todd, calm down. You need to think carefully about what's coming next, or you'll lose your head.

The refugee named Todd hesitated for a moment, then, suppressing his unease before Dorian could become suspicious, he answered tremblingly:
"Very, very warm?" This is a common characteristic of fire, so I should be right!
“Yes, yes, it’s very warm,” Dorian nodded, but still seemed unsatisfied. “Anything else?”

"There's more, there's still more."

Todd gritted his teeth and said, "Very authoritative!"

"Is it very dignified? I guess so."

Dorian's reaction was somewhat indifferent, which made Todd shudder. He quickly continued his brainstorming session, his eyes scanning the other person.

Hurry up and find Todd, find something that will satisfy this guy!

Just then, he keenly noticed Dorian's distinctive features: his skin had many burn marks, clearly left by flames.

I understand about this type of burn, as well as the location and shape of the burn!

With a do-or-die determination, he shouted: "It makes you want to hug it!"

The air fell silent at these words. Dorian stared wide-eyed at Todd, as if he hadn't expected the other to say such a thing.

"Oh no, could it be that I answered incorrectly?" Todd nervously swallowed.

The next moment, a large hand suddenly grabbed his hair!

Todd thought to himself that he was doomed, but then he suddenly heard Dorian's loud laughter, and his head was being roughly rubbed by the other's large hand.

"Hahaha, you're absolutely right, you're absolutely right! That's exactly how I feel, exactly the same feeling I have. I'm even starting to get jealous of you!"

"Hey, hey hey."

Todd could only force a smile, secretly relieved that he wouldn't die today.

After today, he will never believe in any more fanatical fire again. Who knows why this fanatic in front of him would want to embrace the flames? It's terrifying!

Could this actually be a cult? No wonder people in this city don't like me; I only have myself to blame.

Amid the laughter, Dorian suddenly threw out another question.

"How did you come into contact with the 'Epileptic Fire'? Why don't you smell?"

"How...how did you get in touch with them?"

Todd was stunned, his mind began to freeze, and cold sweat began to break out. He didn't know how to answer this question!
As the silence grew longer, Dorian's gaze became increasingly questioning. Todd was nearly overwhelmed by cold sweat; the air grew incredibly heavy.
"Wang Wang!"

"Over here, that group of refugees has run this way!"

Suddenly, two guards with dogs appeared at the alley entrance, shouting as they rushed towards Todd, yelling, "Grab him! This guy is a dangerous element who spreads his cult of madness everywhere!"

Upon hearing this, Todd noticed that the suspicion in Dorian's eyes had disappeared.

Great! Let the guards take me back. I don't want to stay with this madman anymore!
At that moment, the guards appeared to him like angels, and he even opened his arms to them.

"Boom!"

Two muffled thuds were heard, and when he opened his eyes again in confusion, he found that the two guards had been knocked unconscious.

Dorian was the one who took action.

Wait, is this old man really that powerful?!
Todd's eyes were filled with despair. How did he end up in this situation? Was it because he didn't choose his topics carefully in the early stages of his business?
More guards' voices rang out. Dorian hoisted Todd onto his shoulder and strode towards the exit, laughing as he asked:

"Are there any other believers? I want to make more friends!"

Todd was utterly despondent, realizing he was on a sinking ship with no way out. After a few seconds of thought, he angrily replied:

"In Scammeron, everyone's in Scammeron!"

Once I get back to the familiar place, I might be able to find a chance to shake off Dorian. And the journey is long enough for me to figure out a plan. I might be safe before Dorian reaches Scameralon.

That's what he was thinking, and maybe he could even make Dorian think it's too far and he doesn't want to go.

To everyone's surprise, Dorian was suddenly filled with enthusiasm and shouted, "Alright, let's go to Scammeron!"

Todd was speechless.

They burst out of the alley and ran wildly through the crowd. The guards couldn't keep up with their speed. Todd looked around in despair, but no one cared about them. After all, they looked like ordinary refugees.

Sigh, that's it then, let it be destroyed.
The hurricane generated by Dorian's running whipped up people's robes and skirts, and even ripped off some people's hoods.

Although the man quickly put his hood back on, Todd still managed to catch a glimpse of his face.

"what?"

Todd let out a puzzled sound, because he suddenly felt that the face was somewhat familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before.

He suddenly remembered, and his body trembled with excitement.

It's the person on the wanted poster!
(End of this chapter)