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Pan's Village, the residence of San Enibedin.

Because it was only built in a hurry, the room made of logs was a bit crude and even had some drafts.

If it were anyone else, he would have carefully painted the room with grass blades mixed with clay, but Sang did not do that.

For him at this time, home is just a place where he can rest a little.

What's more, he doesn't have much time left...

He still didn't take care of his fluffy hair and sloppy beard. He sat on the edge of the bed and quietly studied the sword-shaped badge in his hand.

He felt the fluctuation of this badge, which meant that another badge appeared within its sensing range.

Finally, someone came over.

Sang didn't know who this person was, whether he was a boy or a girl.

But he knew that not long after, he and this unknown visitor would meet.

He has been waiting for a long time.

Since he discovered the secret, he has chosen to escape in anger, numbing his sober soul - since everything is a scam, maybe as long as he doesn't get caught up in it...

But reality shattered his delusion.

After all, this is Badibila, how could it be possible...

When did it start...

Probably starting from the time when I saw the Earth-boring Demonic Insect?

Or earlier?

Anyway, not before realizing Pan Shen’s identity...

From the moment he used his badge to deliver information to the organization, Sang personally put himself on the road to death.

At this time, there was a knock on the half-open door, and then Garcia slowly pushed the door open and said, "What do you want from me?"

"It's nothing, I just want to find someone to talk to," Sang put away his badge and smiled at Garcia, pretending that nothing happened.

Although he has been in Panshen Village for some time and has established relationships with other people, in the final analysis, he still does not belong here.

Whenever he was awakened by nightmares and whispers in the dead of night, he could feel a certain loneliness and helplessness.

In a sense, only this young man, who had just arrived but didn't know why he stayed, could communicate with himself.

However, to be precise, it should be talking.

There must always be someone to listen to your last words...

"What are you talking about?" Garcia's ice-blue eyes flashed.

Unlike his relatives and friends, as a Northlander, he had extremely delicate perceptions. Although Sang didn't explain it, he still smelled something unusual in the air.

"Whatever..." Sang shrugged, "I mean, do you know anything about the Hanging Sword?"

"There is understanding, but only a little."

"The Hanging Sword is directly loyal to His Majesty, and we are the sharpest weapons in His Majesty's hands." Sang introduced casually.

"Investigators of the Hanging Sword often undergo rigorous training, usually starting from children. When we are only six or seven years old, we will hold wooden swords and wooden guns to fight with instructors.

We have different identities. Sometimes, we may even be mixed races or even alien races. We come from all over the world, from all corners of the Kingdom of Algrant, but we often have a common identity... Persecuted by cults, and even have their families destroyed. , people with nowhere to go. "

As he spoke, Sang's tone became calmer and monotonous, even gradually withdrawing from his emotions, like a cold sword.

"Sometimes, I also wonder whether I really had no way out at the beginning... But it is precisely because we have no way out that we can offer our indefinite loyalty to His Majesty... "

Garcia only had a slight understanding of what Sang meant by "loyalty". Sometimes, he really couldn't understand why people in the south took honor and fame so seriously, and sometimes even sacrificed their lives to maintain it.

In their environment, where the cold wind was enough to freeze the soul, and the heavy snowfall overnight was enough to even bury the wooden house, all the pretense seemed to be less practical than a piece of dried meat.

In fact, Garcia once heard his father say that the Northlanders did not need loyalty, and he did not need the Northlanders to be loyal to him.

In the eyes of the people of the North, there has never been a King of the North.

For Northlanders, loyalty can be measured in food.

And his father was just a man who could bring food to the tribal community.

"But what now?"

"Now..." Sang glanced at Ron meaningfully, "I am a devout... investigator of the Hanging Sword."

Except for the sword-shaped badge of the Hanging Sword on his body, there is nothing on him that can prove that he is from the Kingdom of Algrant.

"Your current mental state is not right." Garcia inadvertently glanced at Sang's eyes, looked at his bloodshot eyes, and took a small step back imperceptibly.

"Oh, maybe," Sang ignored Garcia's little move and explained: "Don't worry, as an investigator of the Hanging Sword, I know better than anyone else."

He pointed upward, and Garcia subconsciously looked along.

There was nothing there except the light leaking from the roof.

However, Garcia probably knew that there might be a sharp sword hanging high in this empty place.

"If I really violate the teachings, He will punish me." The old investigator of the Hanging Sword said, looking up and staring into the air.

"Garcia, he hangs indifferently and doesn't care about the believers. Maybe in his eyes, the believers all look the same, or maybe he doesn't care about the believers at all. In his eyes, we are all insignificant ants... …”

"Maybe we were deceived, or maybe I was wrong, but someone has to take this step..."

Sang sighed and said, then he realized what he was doing and smiled bitterly at Garcia, "I'm sorry, I usually can't find anyone to talk to. Before I died, I just wanted to talk a little more and find someone to talk to."

"Are you going to die? Why?"

"Yes, Garcia, I'm going to die, I feel it." Sang responded, finally got up, opened the door, pointed in a certain direction and said to Garcia: "Do you remember, two days ago, Pan God has returned with a woman.”

Pan Shen Village is so big, and it's about Pan Shen. This news is like it has legs and is running around in the village, and no one can stop it.

What surprised the villagers even more was that the next day, no body wrapped in white cloth was carried out from Pan Shen's residence, and there was not even a crazy scream.

This thirty-sixth wife seems to have really survived normally?

"I've heard of it, but what does this have to do with you?"

"It's nothing, I'm just tired and want to escape. Maybe, that person will help me explain."

Sang looked into the distance, waiting.

Waiting for someone he doesn't know.

Waiting for someone who is destined to come but doesn't know when.