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"Have you ever thought that we might never be able to go back?" Arthur asked calmly.

"What do you mean?" Klein asked suspiciously. "Do you know something?"

Arthur did not answer the question, but instead said:

"I have a request for you. Would you be willing to take it?"

"What commission?"

“Make a trip to Silver City in my name.”

"Are you worried that something might happen when they explore the Giants' Court?" Klein understood.

“Yes, you are that person’s chosen one, a very suitable candidate. I think that person must also be very interested in the situation inside the Giants’ Court.” Arthur nodded.

Most importantly, the sleeping Sasriel within the Giants' Court possesses a portion of the power of the Chaos Sea, and only Klein, who possesses the Source Castle, has the ability to make close contact with him.

I am indeed very interested in the situation of the Giants' Court, and this is a good opportunity… Klein pondered for a moment and asked:

"And what about the reward? Also, how do I get into the Forsaken Land?"

"I will find someone to help you get into the Forsaken Land, and that will be after I have confirmed Amon's attitude. As for the reward, I will give you the ancient scholar's potion recipe in advance."

“To be on the safe side, you’d better go there after you’ve become an Ancient Scholar. After all, who knows what’s hidden in an ancient place like the Giant’s Court?” Arthur said.

"An ancient scholar's... potion recipe? How do you have such a thing?" Klein asked with some surprise.

Arthur glanced at Klein. "I found it while taking a walk one day."

Klein's lips twitched. "Are you kidding me? Can't you come up with a more thoughtful reason?"

“It was found while exploring some ruins,” Arthur came up with a slightly more elaborate reason.

"...Fine, I won't ask anymore, okay? I'll take this job." Klein said helplessly.

"Yes, I'll have Arthas give you the potion recipe later."

……

Beside a heavy, wide, gray-white building in the land forsaken by God stood a black-haired youth wearing a black top hat and a monocle over his right eye.

“The Spear of Longinus…a weapon stained with the blood of the Holy Son…the Holy Son…” The young man adjusted his monocle over his right eye, a smile of interest spreading across his face.

"It's a crazy plan, and there seem to be quite a few people involved. Amanisis is definitely one of them, as is Torzner who appeared out of nowhere, and the most crucial person..."

“My dear brother.” Amon raised his head, his gaze fixed on a certain spot.

He stared in that direction for a moment, then suddenly said, "So here's the question: should I accept this invitation or not? If I don't, then the leader of the Rune will definitely look for a replacement, and that can only be Pales."

"No, perhaps he doesn't even need to search. Pales may have already cooperated with him. In that case, it's quite normal that the extraordinary properties I hid in Jacob's treasure disappeared without even a splash."

Amon began to stroll slowly, as if deep in thought.

After a while, he reached out and grabbed a "plant" from somewhere.

It is called a "plant" because it consists of a main trunk and numerous, indistinct branches.

But strangely, these so-called branches are not wooden branches in the conventional sense, but rather tendrils that can move.

Combined with the sheer number of these tentacles, this plant looks rather grotesque.

Amon examined the plant in his hand. "Hmm, it's not very good-looking, but it'll do for now."

He grabbed the unruly plant with one hand, and with the other hand, he snapped off a tentacle and threw it on the ground, muttering to himself:

"Accept...disaccept...accept..."

And so, with each tearing motion, the tentacles of this strange plant dwindled, and his hands became stained with purple, foul blood.

As he tore off the last tentacle, Amon simultaneously uttered:

"Not accepted."

"Hmm, this is awkward." Amon looked at the bare branch in his hand and snapped his fingers.

Suddenly, as if time had reversed, the last tentacle returned to the branch.

Then, Amon reached out and ripped the tentacle off, reciting:

"accept."

A satisfied smile spread across his face. He looked up at a certain spot and said:

"I'll just consider it giving you face. Since you've decided to make a sacrifice, I can't undermine you."

……

Somewhere no one knows.

A priest dressed in a simple white robe, with a golden beard that covered the lower half of his face, gazed calmly ahead.

He held an open notebook in his left hand and an ordinary-looking quill pen in his right, as if waiting for something.

After a while, the priest seemed to have seen the result he wanted, so he tucked the quill pen into his notebook, his figure faded and disappeared, leaving only a soft sigh:

"Nothing is off-limits if necessary, and neither am I."

Chapter 311 The Bound

7 Backlund Townsend Street.

Arthur sat on the sofa in the living room, his elbows resting on the armrests, his chin propped up on his hand, waiting quietly.

His expression was somewhat tense, because no matter how confident he was in front of Klein, he simply couldn't fathom the thoughts of a brat like Amon.

After a while, Arthas landed lightly beside Arthur and said:

"Arthur, it's done."

"Phew~" Arthur let out a long breath, his tense expression relaxing.

Although he had Pales as an alternative, Amon was ultimately the more suitable choice. If this brat really refused his invitation, the plan would create a lot of trouble out of nowhere.

Arthur took a pre-prepared letter from the emblem, handed it to the little white dog, and said:

"Arthas, take this letter to Klein. Also, I'd like to speak with Lord Thorzner; could you please invite him?"

"No need for invitation, I'm already here." As soon as he finished speaking, a handsome middle-aged man in a burgundy suit appeared in front of the sofa on the other side of Arthur.

“Lord Torzner, hello, is this our first meeting?” Arthur stood up and shook hands with the middle-aged man.

“This is the first time you’ve met me, but it’s not the first time I’ve met you,” Torzner said with a smile.

The two sat down on the sofas, and Arthur asked:

"Sir, I want to know how you escaped."

“I don’t know,” Torzner replied.

"Don't know?" Arthur was taken aback.

Torzner nodded and said frankly:

"Yes, I was originally trapped by the Mother Tree of Desire, and I was in a daze, which forced me to produce a Sequence One Extraordinary Characteristic, creating a deformed existence like the God of Evil, Siea."

"I originally thought I would continue to sink like this, but one day, I suddenly felt that the force that was binding me had become weaker for some reason. So I instinctively seized the opportunity, gave up most of my power and characteristics, and finally escaped successfully."

"Even though I escaped, I still don't know what happened back then. My weakened state at the time made it impossible for me to show myself in the mortal world. I could only hide somewhere in the spirit world until I met this little thing, Arthas."

"Don't call me little thing, I have a name," Arthas said, displeased.

"Alright, alright, you're not a little thing, okay?" Torzner said with a very easygoing smile.

"So, in other words, the reason you were able to escape was because the Mother Tree of Desire suddenly became weak?" Arthur asked with a solemn expression.

“Yes, I’ve been investigating this matter since I escaped, and I’ve indeed made some progress, which points to a powerful being,” Torzner said.

"Who?"

"Goddess of the Night."

Arthur nodded; this answer was exactly what he expected.

Amanisis must possess crucial intelligence, which could very well reveal the strange phenomena that have occurred since his transmigration.

For example, Arthas and Horus, the two villains not in the original work; the reason for Thorzna's escape; and the origin of the sorcerer's legacy in Arthur's possession.

In fact, Arthur had a vague feeling that the root of all this was actually within him, only that he had lost that crucial part of his memory.

But no matter what, the Goddess of the Night must be an important figure.

However, perhaps the time was not right, Arthur tried to pray to the goddess of night many times, but received no response.

He only received assistance from the Goddess of Night in matters related to the "Time Worm".

"Lord Torzner, besides your escape, I'd also like to know something about Sequence 0 of the Alien Path, about the Bound Ones," Arthur said.

"What do you want to ask?" Torzner raised his eyebrows.

"You must already have two of the three divine abomination traits required by the bound one. May I ask where the last one is?"

"In the abyss."

"Is the Abyss... in the hands of that demon king Fabti?" Arthur asked.

"Yes."

"Well... you must have some thoughts on this."

“Of course, only one of us can live, either me or Him,” Torzner said calmly.

Arthur nodded. "I have another question. It seems that each sequence in the Heterogeneous Pathway is burdened with some kind of curse. So, what about the bound ones who are Sequence 0..."

"Yes, but unlike those lower-level sequences, the bound can choose what kind of negative power to bear. Depending on the negative power they bear, the bound will also have different abilities."

"To some extent, the bound can even turn the negative power they bear into their own. This is the power of the bound, turning the bondage they have into their own strength," Torzner explained to Arthur.

"What does this negative force include? Does pollution count?"

“Yes, any force that is detrimental to the bound person counts, as long as they can withstand it.” Torzner looked at Arthur, who was deep in thought, raised an eyebrow, and asked, “Do you have some new ideas now?”

After observing Arthur for so long, he naturally knew that he was a young man with a head full of crazy ideas.

What's even more amazing is that this young man's outlandish ideas are usually quite feasible, which makes Torzner full of anticipation for Arthur's thoughts at this moment.

"Does anything detrimental to the bound person count?" Arthur tapped his fingers lightly on the armrest of the sofa. After a moment, he looked up at the handsome middle-aged man opposite him and asked with utmost seriousness: