Mystery: A Spark

“This is the hotel rooftop; no one can see what’s going on here,” Leonard explained as he saw Arthur looking around.

Arthur nodded, glanced at the dragon-slaying team members around him who hadn't changed at all, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Everyone, what are your plans for the future? Have you decided where you want to go?" he asked.

"Uh, I haven't thought about it yet." Grosser scratched his head sheepishly. "Are there still giants around?"

“Before I went into the book, there were no giants left.” Mobert shook his head, then looked at Leonard and asked:

"What's your name for this one?"

Leonard Mitchell.

"You're the old man's student?"

"Yeah, you could say that." Leonard nodded.

"So, old man, what exactly happened to the family?" Mobert asked, looking at Leonard's chest.

"Didn't you guess it?" Pales's aged voice rang out at this moment.

Mobert closed his eyes, his face showing clear grief and sorrow.

Even though he was mentally prepared, he still couldn't help but feel a bit overwhelmed when his suspicions were actually confirmed.

He accidentally entered a damned world in a book, and when he came out, he found that his entire family had been wiped out, leaving only two people, one of whom was himself.

The other one, his great-grandfather, could only live as a parasite in other people's bodies.

"I spent a lot of time looking for you, but I couldn't find you. I thought you had died somewhere, and I was sad for a while because of it."

"But now, I'm incredibly glad I didn't find you back then, otherwise I'd probably be completely alone now." Pales's voice was filled with deep emotion.

What was initially thought to be a tragedy has now ironically saved the last surviving member of his family.

It must be said that life is sometimes so unpredictable.

Mobert took off his hat, ran his fingers deep into his hair, and slowly squatted down.

Seeing this, Xia Tass squatted down beside him, gently patted his back, and began to hum a sad tune.

It sounds like a song sung by elves mourning the dead.

A moment of silence fell over everyone.

In fact, it wasn't just Mobert; everyone else lost their loved ones as time went by.

The giant race has become extinct, as has the elf race, and the belief in the ancient sun god has almost disappeared by the Fifth Age.

As for Long Ze'er, needless to say, even if he has relatives, they can only be his descendants.

“It seems we’ve all become homeless,” Long Ze’er said with a bitter smile.

He walked to the edge of the rooftop and looked at the city under the night sky, but could only feel a sense of unfamiliarity.

This is Rune, but it is no longer the Rune he knew.

"Madam, may we have them stay with you for a while?" Arthur asked Edwina beside him.

“Okay.” Edwina nodded in agreement without any hesitation.

She stepped forward and said to the group of homeless people:

"Gentlemen, if you have nowhere to go for the time being, you can live on the Golden Dream for now, and set sail again when you find your next goal."

"Is there any food on your Golden Dream?" Grosser was the first to ask.

"Yes, plenty of food and wine," Edwina replied.

“Then I’ll follow you for now.” Grosser forced a smile.

"Everyone, your health problems haven't been completely resolved yet." Arthur then explained the situation.

"So, if we can't make up for lost time in time, we only have three months to live?" Mobert had suppressed his grief, wiped his eyes, and looked up to ask.

“That’s right.” Arthur nodded. “And I will do my best to gather time for you.”

"Is there anything I can help you with?" Shatas asked.

“Yes, if you and Grosser can advance to demigods, it will greatly reduce the pressure on me,” Arthur nodded in reply.

“I’ve finished digesting my potion, but there’s no formula for the next stage.” Shatas frowned slightly, feeling very dissatisfied with the fact that she was only a burden.

“I’ll figure something out,” Arthur said.

“I will also use my own channels to help,” Edwina added.

Shatas pursed her lips and looked at the two of them, saying:

"I owe you all too many favors."

“We’re comrades, aren’t we?” Arthur laughed.

After a few seconds of silence, Shatas smiled, looked at the others, and said:

"That's right, we are comrades-in-arms."

"You can come to me for help in any battle you encounter in the future."

Chapter 262 A big game of chess

As soon as Shatas finished speaking, Mobert suddenly spoke up:

"If you're asking for help, perhaps I can lend a hand."

"Oh?" Arthur looked at him curiously.

"That's right. Although I am not an immortal being like Shatas and Grosser, I will have a great leap in lifespan after advancing to demigod."

"But as a thief, after I was promoted to demigod, I was able to steal time myself."

“My old man also has the potion recipe for ‘Parasite,’ so I can actually handle this myself,” Mobert explained his thoughts.

"Are you confident? You know, becoming a demigod isn't easy. Many people get stuck at this step, and quite a few have even lost their lives because of it." Arthur looked at the giant and the elf beside him, then at Mobert.

"Grossell and I shouldn't have too many problems. As naturally extraordinary races, we are quite confident about our advancement."

"Besides, even if something really goes wrong and we die, we've already lived outside for three months, so it's not a huge loss," Xia Tass said with great magnanimity.

Mobert glanced at Shatas, seemingly wanting to say something, but ultimately changed his mind and said:

"With the old man around, I can at least keep my life, and I don't have to worry too much about me getting into trouble."

"It seems like Snowman and I have been holding us back," Long Ze'er said with a wry smile.

“No.” Snowman shook his head and said, “You were the last one to come in, so the problem isn’t that serious. I’m the only one holding you back.”

"No, no one here is a hindrance. In the dragon-slaying battle just now, each of us played our part and each of us is irreplaceable."

"Without your blessing and assistance, Mr. Snowman, we would never have been able to kill Yulisian unscathed, so please don't say such things again."

“Now that we’ve come out together, let’s walk together from now on,” Arthur said, directly rejecting Snowman’s suggestion.

Upon hearing his words, Snowman paused for a moment, then made the sign of the cross and nodded to Arthur in gratitude.

"Everyone, it's getting late, we should head back to the ship," Edwina said at this point.

"But the problem is, how do we get back?" Arthur asked a crucial question.

After everyone had come out, Grosser's Travels was finished.

While it's possible to get someone in by dripping blood, getting them out won't be so easy.

Otherwise, Klein wouldn't have just used his spirit form to enter and exit the game after completing Grossell's Travels in the original story.

“I’ll take you back.” Edwina seemed to have been prepared.

"The ability of a 'traveler'?" Arthur asked in surprise.

“Of course, how could I not prepare such a useful ability as teleportation?” Edwina chuckled.

After saying that, she immediately constructed complex symbols in her mind and summoned the "Traveler's Gate".

"Let's go, everyone."

As the light flashed, the figure on the rooftop gradually faded and disappeared, leaving only Leonard's lonely figure.

He breathed on his palms, rubbed his hands together, and muttered to himself:

"If I'm not mistaken, the lady who appeared with Arthur should be one of the seven famous pirate generals of the sea, Vice Admiral Edwina, right?"

“Yes, you’re not mistaken, that’s a demigod from the White Tower family.” Pales’s voice echoed in his mind.

"A demigod!?" Leonard paused in his steps as he returned to his room. "Wasn't she rumored to be a Sequence Five arcane master?"

"You yourself said it's just a rumor, so how credible is it? Does that mean others aren't allowed to secretly get promoted?" Pales retorted.

"But what's the point? As a pirate general, her strength will be exposed sooner or later," Leonard asked, puzzled.

With such a complex maritime power structure, it's practically a daily battleground. Under such circumstances, how can one conceal their strength?

For example, not long ago, "Blood General" fought with "Twilight General" and wiped out the entire Senor people.

Under such circumstances, how could one possibly conceal their strength?

“Hehe, I’ll give you a free piece of information. The White Tower family’s Sequence Four is called ‘Prophet.’ Clearly, this little girl is playing a big game, and she might be trying to hook someone.” Pales chuckled strangely.

"Will Arthur know about this?" Leonard asked, frowning.

Whether that iceberg general was playing a grand strategy or not, he didn't really care.

His main concern was that Arthur might unknowingly fall into a trap while interacting with this woman.

After all, he is a pirate general who has been famous for many years. His schemes are so deep that Arthur probably can't handle them.

Although Arthur himself wasn't exactly a saint either.

“Don’t worry about others, kid. Arthur is much more difficult to deal with than you think. He definitely already knows about this, and he might even be involved in this game.” After saying this, Pales fell silent.

No matter how Leonard asked, he stopped answering.

……

Inside an empty warehouse.

Klein looked at the summoning ritual before him, rubbed his temples, and felt a headache coming on.