Chapter 137: Wolf and Wolf
“How will Your Highness find the lost item?”
Moria was the one who asked. After all, the old town of Leicester alone was as large as a major city, and it would take a very long time for a few people to search it. Moria had the patience, but not the desire. What’s more, Victoria, the Highness, was clearly not the type of person to use such a clumsy method.
As expected, the princess smiled confidently and turned to her attendant.
“Lance, I’ll leave it to you.”
The knight, clad in full armor, remained silent. He dismounted his knight’s sword, scabbarded. Just as Li Wen and Moria thought he was about to display some magical ability or spell, they only saw Lance place the scabbard knight’s sword on the ground, then let go of his hands, allowing the weapon to fall freely under the pull of gravity.
What did this mean? Moria’s expression was somewhat subtle.
“This is Staff Divination,” Li Wen said casually.
Although it was a weapon that was used, the form was that of Staff Divination.
But there was one extremely strange point. Staff Divination was a primitive and backward divination technique. When ancient transcendent beings got lost in forests or wilderness, they often used this technique to indicate direction. It was almost effortless to learn, and any transcendent being holding a wooden stick might achieve some effect.
This also meant that the effect of Staff Divination was not very powerful, and its practicality was not ideal, otherwise, it would not have degenerated into a primitive and backward technique.
A premonition in the dark might point lost people in a general direction, but to expect it to find something related to a deity, Li Wen thought it was too absurd.
Unless… this silent knight named “Lance” was actually a rare transcendent being of the destiny path.
This was not something that could be described as just rare, because the system to which the destiny path belonged was, like the Twilight System, a spiral system that had long since become history with the departure of its pillar deity.
In both of Li Wen’s past and present lives, the number of beings belonging to the spiral system he had seen, even including deities like the Three Fates, and long-lived beings such as the Giant of Amber City, did not exceed the count of his ten fingers. They were, without exception, beings born long before human history and still existing today.
Therefore, she was extremely skeptical that this Knight Lance mastered such a lost path.
“The sword in Lance’s hand was once wielded by the legendary Knights of Fionna,” Victoria explained.
Hearing this, Li Wen no longer felt it strange, as another name for the Knights of Fionna was the Legion of Destiny Knights.
It was just that such historical relics or even legendary items were not displayed in museums, but instead appeared in the hands of an attendant knight – was this really normal?
However, considering that this was Princess Victoria, it was not that strange.
Lance used Staff Divination twice more, and the result remained the same, pointing in the initial direction.
“Let’s go.” After Knight Lance put away his sword, Victoria said with a smile.
The group of four walked through chaotic and disordered alleyways in the rainy night. At every street intersection, they had to stop and perform Staff Divination to avoid losing their direction.
This way of moving was not fast, but it was surprisingly smooth. Neither the members of the Wolf Pack Club, nor the players, nor any other transcendent beings participating in the treasure hunt encountered them.
Since Victoria, who was involved, was by his side, Li Wen did not take out his Magic Map to check. However, the location of the Leader of the Wolf Pack was still in his memory, and they were clearly getting closer to that location now.
Gradually, a faint salty smell of blood began to drift in the air, and some more obvious signs of battle began to appear, becoming more prevalent as they approached their target.
Li Wen suddenly realized that their target for this trip was extremely close.
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Close, very close…
Edward held his breath, his heart pounding.
When the footsteps approached within three meters, the other party finally stopped. But Edward did not fall for it. He suppressed his unease and restless thoughts, and waited with corpse-like calmness.
Sure enough, the other party moved again, hesitating and taking a subtle step forward.
It was at this moment that a **light flashed in Edward’s pupils. He sprang out of the darkness like an arrow, and his sharp claws tore open his throat while the other party was stunned and at a loss.
Blood sprayed from the carotid artery, splattering all over Edward. He stuck out his barbed tongue to lick the corner of his mouth, his pleasant mood freezing in the next second.
The guy’s corpse dissolved into a light spot, leaving only the bloodstains everywhere and a pair of tattered pants on the ground as proof that Edward had brutally injured someone here.
“Damn it! It’s happening again!”
Edward’s eyes were filled with fear and indignation, and he quickly looked for a way to escape.
Ever since he got that damned Stone Egg, all sorts of calamities and accidents seemed to have latched onto him. Especially after he returned to the Old Town, he found that no matter how stealthily he moved, or how safely he hid, someone would coincidentally find him, and upon discovering him, they would be unusually excited and attack him madly as if their lives depended on it.
Edward had no choice but to kill them one by one. But it was then that he realized something was wrong. They would not leave any corpses when they died, but would reappear shortly after, as if resurrected from the dead, and then lead a group of people to his hiding place.
What was this?
Edward was being driven crazy. He regretted getting involved in such a matter for a little money. This was not a poisoned pie at all, but an iron cake that could shatter teeth. It couldn’t even fill his stomach, let alone let Edward die a full death.
Wrong! Everything was wrong!
Not wanting to be killed like this, Edward could only keep changing his location and killing everyone he saw, regardless of whether they were transcendent beings, what clothes they wore, old or young. Edward no longer held back, ever since he was stabbed three times by an old Dwarf.
He knew that this was all futile. As long as he was not dead, as long as he had not delivered this unlucky Stone Egg to that damned person, they would always find him and try to kill him desperately.
Edward realized that he seemed to have fallen into a encirclement. The layers of pursuit made it impossible for him to escape in any direction, and all he could do was tremble in the increasingly narrow circle.
It was ironic, for he was the transcendent of the Wild Hunt path, he was the one who should have been the hunter.
The rain in Leicester became heavier. This was good, as the rain could wash away the bloodstains and scent on him, making it impossible for even the dogs of that club to find any trace of him.
Fortunately, the night was dark enough. Even when moving through the streets, as long as there was nothing glowing on his body, it was difficult to be noticed from afar.
Edward’s target was a dilapidated warehouse. It was once a gathering place for a gang. Later, they offended someone unknown and were put on the wanted list at the Wanderer’s Tavern. Edward had spent a whole night dealing with them.
That place had a secret room, enough for Edward to hide for a while and recover his rapidly depleting strength and mana.
Just as he was thinking this, a voice that he found extremely terrifying, and that had appeared in all his nightmares, suddenly sounded.
“Long time no see, Edward.”
A crack of thunder, or something else, exploded in the sky at the opportune moment, illuminating the figure before Edward.
It was a giant werewolf, five meters tall, with fur that gleamed like metal.
