A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

However, it wasn't that they knew nothing at all; at the very least, Bray was certain that the Golden Seeds were involved.

The idea that a divine incarnation descended is not a delusion, but a fact.

It is an undeniable truth that the Golden Seed who controls the underworld wants to accomplish something through this group of death hunters.

"Very interesting..."

"The world's restraining force... So that thing wasn't even worth playing with after all."

Faintly, Bray heard that ethereal voice once again.

When people hear those words, they naturally feel as if they are hallucinating.

However, Bray knew this was not a hallucination; it was merely a few words murmured casually by the golden seed outside the world's walls.

As for why he specifically told him this and made sure he heard it, Bray didn't intend to bother with it.

"I still need to find a way to go back to the cemetery," he murmured, his figure quietly obscured by the yellow sand whipped up by the wind.

---

In a remote town, a large number of candles are lit at the center of an altar.

At one point, six candles went out without warning.

As the candles went out, the light on the entire altar dimmed considerably.

Each candle represents a reaper.

The meaning of six candles going out is self-evident to the one who is seeking death.

However, no one except the Deathbringer can enter this altar.

Therefore, the only people in the town who know immediately that the killer has died are always the other killers.

Even in strong winds, these candles will not be easily extinguished.

Similarly, when a candle is about to go out, even without wind, the candlelight will still disappear from this world.

The brief cry just before the candle was extinguished was heard by the third rider standing on the altar.

Wearing a skull mask, he glanced at the extinguished candle.

Other death-reapers also appeared at the altar along with the third rider.

Almost every killer noticed this.

“They’re dead,” a Deathbringer said in a deep voice after adjusting his mask.

"Hmm," the third rider responded indifferently.

The significance of extinguishing a candle doesn't need much explanation; everyone understands it perfectly.

They even knew exactly who had died.

"Third Knight, what should we do?" Some of the Deathbringers couldn't help but turn their gazes to this composed man.

The tenth rider died while avenging the thirty-fifth rider.

Logically, they should have done something, such as sending out another group of people to avenge the Tenth Rider.

“Do nothing.” The third rider’s words stunned the rest of the Deathbringers.

"Are we just going to do nothing?"

"Have you forgotten what your purpose was in becoming killers?" The third rider's tone was calm, without any intention of blaming others.

However, this question was so pointed that it stung some people.

“Of course, it’s to bring Lord Dezoka into this wretched world,” one of the Deathbringers replied softly.

"And what is the purpose of summoning Lord Dezoka?" the third rider continued to ask.

"To cleanse those despicable demigods."

"Hmm." The third rider didn't ask any more questions, but instead took a deep look at his own candle.

"Let's go, let's do what we should do."

He had long foreseen the death of the tenth rider.

The Third Knight had seen Bray, and he didn't think the Tenth Knight could kill him so easily.

The tenth rider's naive spirit would undoubtedly put him at risk of death.

No matter how great your power, if your spirit isn't strong enough, you're just a child wielding a cannon.

But he didn't try his best to stop the young killer; he simply watched as the other person embarked on a path from which there was no turning back.

The reason the Third Knight did this was simple: he knew the Tenth Knight would never listen to him.

That was a boy who had been overwhelmed by the power he had suddenly gained.

Setbacks can help him grow, but a single setback could also take his life.

Everything depends on his own fate.

But now it seems that the tenth rider has failed.

After finishing the commission he had taken on, Bray went home looking exhausted.

He doesn't want to become as busy as Eric or Carrasco.

However, in this situation, the only person who knows about these things and is capable of handling them is myself.

This is truly frustrating.

He pushed open the door to his house, collapsed onto a chair, and became as salted as a fish.

The fact that the door is rarely locked during the day is quite nice, at least you don't have to go through the trouble of opening it.

Of course, leaving the door unlocked is indeed a very dangerous thing, and it's only because we have a guard lion at home that we dare to do it.

It's perfectly normal for thieves and hooligans to appear in safe zones, leaving helpless families vulnerable to bullying and with no recourse.

Those who bully others can simply run away once they are discovered.

Although Chang Chang said that the security situation in the Imperial Capital Security Zone had not yet reached a chaotic point, it was certainly not much better.

Normal life can be guaranteed, but nobody really cares about the various minor incidents.

"I don't know what you've been doing, but you've worked hard." Naruko said this after seeing the lazy and listless Lei.

Upon hearing this, Bray sank into his chair.

Naruko's words only made him feel more exhausted.

However, when you're exhausted and someone in your family says this seemingly insignificant thing, you always feel a sense of relief.

Why is it?

"You look just like a potato, don't you know that?" Naruko said, looking at the lazy Bray with disdain.

"Potatoes don't matter, I just want to stay still," Bray replied nonchalantly.

It wasn't mealtime yet, so Bray watched Naruko repairing the dilapidated house and Levy running around the house carrying Nia.

"Brave, wanna play together?" Levy, holding up the giggling Nia, turned to look at Bray and invited him.

"No, I'm too tired." Bray dejectedly declined Levy's invitation.

"Oh!" Levy wasn't disappointed at all, and continued to run around the room with Nia in her arms, leaving only a series of afterimages.

When they get carried away running, they might even accidentally fly out of the house.

Bray could tell that Nia was happy to experience the exhilarating speed, and Levy was equally happy to be able to run freely.

Bray then slowly closed his right eye and took a short rest.

The day passed quietly without anything happening, which was fine.

What seems like the everyday is not so easy to have.

---

Yes, the so-called daily life is something that others can only have because someone has to pay a price.

There is never a routine that can be taken for granted; there is only a routine that becomes boring once you get used to it.

So Bray knew exactly what he had to do, or rather, what he should do.

If you don't know which way to go, try taking a step first.

Otherwise, we can only stagnate.

Unfortunately, no one will wait for you.

The covetous Gold Race wouldn't, the Silver Race that holds world sovereignty wouldn't, and neither would the other lower races.

The next day, after kicking Naruko off the bed, who was clinging to him like an octopus, Bray finished taking care of everything that happened that morning.

Of course, he perfectly avoided Nia, who was also sleeping in bed.

After everything was settled, he sat quietly in the living room.

“Nicholas, I need to speak with you,” Bray said.

In the empty living room, even though Bray was the only person there, he seemed to be having a conversation with someone else.

“I know you can hear me.”

Finally, after Bray finished speaking, Little Nick rolled out of the void and stood upright on the table.

“Alright, alright, I can hear you, but ally, it’s impolite to wake someone up so early in the morning,” Nicol Bolas’s voice came from Little Nick’s location.

Little Nick didn't speak; the sound came from within Him. Little Nick was now acting as a media player.

Why do you think Nicol Bolas didn't just transmit his voice directly, but instead used such a complicated method?

That's because it's more fun that way, of course.

It's like how Nicol Bolas could teleport randomly, but he insisted on using vehicles to move around.

Because when something becomes too convenient, it becomes boring.

The process was deliberately made complicated to avoid it becoming too boring.

Laziness and the tendency to create trouble are contradictory yet coexisting traits in a person.

Similarly, silver-tier individuals also possess this personality trait. Nicol Bolas is a typical example.

No matter how long you live, personality traits are not something that can be changed overnight.

"I was exhausted last night and all I wanted to do was sleep," Bray honestly told his true feelings.

"Well, I am actually quite sleepy. You know, we dragons have a very long lifespan, so our perception of time is different from that of you lower species."

"It's already a stretch that I'm even able to get up and talk to you. Don't be offended if I fall asleep halfway through the conversation." Nicolas yawned, giving Bray a heads-up.

Even through the screen, Bray could imagine Nicol Bolas with messy hair and sleepy eyes.

"Do you know about the 'Wandering Tomb'?" Breton paused, then decided to get straight to the point.

“Of course I know, why are you asking this?” Nicholas said.

"You should have learned through me that the Golden Seeds are attempting to descend upon us."

"Of course, I wouldn't miss something so important."

"You know better than I do the connection between the 'Wandering Tomb' and the arrival of that golden species."

"Ha, ally, do you want to know how to get to the 'Wandering Tomb' from me?"

"Yes."

“In that case, I must disappoint you. Not even Silver Rank individuals are qualified to enter the Tomb of Wanderings,” Nicol Bolas sighed and said to Bray.

“That’s where Kapras deals with the dead. It’s an important part of the world, and even demigods can’t enter or leave,” He explained to Bray.

Even someone as learned as Nicolaes might not know all the secrets of the "Wandering Tomb".

The secrets of the "Wandering Tomb" are endless. Just when you think you understand a little, you will suddenly discover that there are many more secrets hidden behind the fog.

“I’ve been inside,” Bray said.

“I already guessed that,” Nicholas said, showing no surprise whatsoever.

"It's quite normal that you even know more about the 'Wandering Tomb' than I do."