Crimson Servant

"It was a complicated and powerful ceremony. It not only required time to prepare and accumulate mana to guide, but also required sacrifices. A large number of sacrifices that could be called a disaster..." John was digging into his past, and that scene was deeply remembered. The nightmare he was living in, the nightmare he was trying to escape, the turning point of his fate, the beginning of his fall... Whenever his weak body suffered from the power of crimson, those horrific fragments would crawl onto his hands and feet, and that time would be Pulled back by despair.

Now, his hatred for the Wendigo and his burning desire for revenge drive him to confront his past and find forbidden knowledge within his own fears. John was more and more grateful to Marianne for combing his memories, which made his mind like a well-organized library. He easily sorted out the knowledge in the forbidden book area that was once locked.

Vertis' favor is the most critical part of the ceremony. Only the loved ones of the Crimson God can directly connect to the Void Gate, allowing the corrupted divine power to descend on the material plane without any loss, causing disaster.

Suffering the headache of resuscitation, John brought good news to his companions.

"We still have time. Those fanatical believers need a lot of magic power to create a rotten red disaster. The full moon in two days will stir up the peak of the magic tide. At that time, the free magic power in the world will reach its highest value. They will definitely choose that time. Perform rituals for best results.”

"What about the sacrifices?" Jurgen rubbed his chin, which was starting to grow stubble, "They already have enough? I can't imagine what the level of disaster will be, and I'm even more worried that those fanatical believers are actually capable of completing it. .”

"Self-sacrifice," John thought of the theory of sinful blood that he had concluded, "Those fanatics are all good materials for Veltis. Believe me, those madmen definitely don't mind becoming part of the ritual. "

"Hmph~" Karl's palm rested on the hilt of the recovered family sword, and his fingers tapped restlessly on the corners of the hard handle, "So, in general, if you don't stop it, if all the conditions of the ceremony are met, it will definitely happen." Completed. And we still have enough time to stop those fanatical believers, there is no need to race against time. This sounds very coincidental, like it was arranged."

Lightning noticed the atmosphere in the team. He patted the Paladin on the shoulder and said lightly: "What sounds like a coincidence is just the result of our full preparation and efficiency. Don't forget, the sun and justice are on our side."

The dwarf druid slapped his stubby palm on the table and made his final conclusion.

"Okay, since there is enough time, let's recharge our batteries tonight and get enough rest. We will be fully prepared tomorrow to deal with Wendigo and his crazy followers, as well as Saiman. I can't guarantee whether we will deal with Red with us tomorrow. I am as lucky as a dragon, but it is an honor for me, Jurgen Mercer, to fight alongside you, my friends.”

"It's getting late, we should prepare dinner. Let's eat and drink well today, let's have a big fight tomorrow!"

John's voice disturbed the Sun Team's high spirits.

"What to eat? Do you have any food?"

This is a problem that they have to face. They almost escaped from the dragon fire. Not only did they get nothing in terms of wealth, but they also paid for the treatment. Not to mention a big meal, there was not even a whole potato in the camp now. And penniless.

John and Lightning looked at each other, their thoughts coming together.

The two of them clamped Karl on the left and the right. Lightning poked the Paladin's side with his elbow and said in an ambiguous tone: "Karl, we are in urgent need of supplies and will be in danger tomorrow. You definitely don't want your friends to Go deal with evil on an empty stomach.”

"We have to get some food," John exhaled with a cold face, as if determined, "I have decided to steal some ingredients tonight. This is a necessary price for justice. The owners will definitely understand. .”

"no!……"

Before Karl finished speaking, John immediately turned a corner.

"Or someone to borrow some in a legitimate way, Lightning. Do we have a trustworthy friend in this camp?"

Lightning pretended to blink and said with some frustration: "No, John, we are of low status and don't know any prominent officials. We have no friends here..."

No matter how stupid Carl Demiras was, he understood what his companions meant. They wanted him to borrow food from Evelin. The weird twists and turns are just teasing yourself.

As for himself, Karl did not reject this proposal in his heart, but he rejected Evelin's invitation not long ago, and after being awakened by his companions, he discovered something strange in his heart. All kinds of emotions were mixed together, and the Paladin was actually like this There was a bit of flinching at the matter. Soon this little entanglement was shattered, forced by the situation, and the budding idea deep in his heart that he wanted to see her again.

Jurgen noticed the change in Karl's expression, and he encouraged the young man: "Don't think of it as a responsibility, this is your reward, kid."

Before Carl left the camp, he saw that his friends were engaged in their own work, and it seemed that he was going to be alone.

The Violet Hotel, a three-story building standing in the center of the camp, adjacent to the Adventurer's Guild branch, was abandoned by Lightning and the others at the beginning due to the high cost of traveling to the central area. Finally, they rented their own tent.

This hotel, co-branded with the Adventurer's Guild, already reflects an exquisite and luxurious charm in its appearance. Its door number shines with golden light under the setting sun, making it more eye-catching than those oil lamps even at night. There was no drunken adventurer on the stand at the door, but two guards in casual clothes.

Karl was glad that they didn't stop him. He couldn't take out a single gold coin to show his identity to them.

The first floor of the hotel is a normal-sized tavern, but it is much more orderly than other taverns. There are no drunken brawlers, noisy gangsters, or shabbily dressed pickpockets. More than a dozen people sat around a long table eating and drinking, having fun, and the most extreme thing was just dancing on the table.

Karl looked at the young faces at the table, guessing which of them might be his childhood acquaintances. Their clothing disguised them, but the accents of their singing betrayed their Eversans identity.

Evelin was not among them, and just as Karl was looking at the group of people, a dexterous figure touched his side.

"Carl Demiras?"

The approaching without sound of footsteps startled Karl, and he subconsciously touched the sword.

A little guy with a dark hood immediately raised his hands and jumped back to show that he meant no harm. Under the swaying chandelier, Karl saw the wanderer's face clearly. There was a woman, her slender eyebrows were slightly raised on both sides, and her dark eyes shone with a cunning luster. She was very young, and her clothes were still stained with the sweet smell of mead.

An unqualified thief who didn't see her just now must have let his guard down.

"you know me?"

"I don't know him, but if someone asks me what kind of character a dragon slayer is, my first impression would be of a big and powerful man like you."

Carl accepted her compliment.

"Nice to meet you, Carl Demiras." The Paladin extended his palm generously.

"Lewen Akela, I am Evelin's friend." The thief smiled politely and did not touch Karl's hand.

Accra? A family I have never heard of must not be big, Karl thought to himself.

"Are you here for the party, Demiras?"

"No, I'm here to find Evelin." Karl looked at the group of people, thinking in his mind how many of them had been beaten by him. What was even worse was that he couldn't remember their faces at all.

"Come on, go this way." Lewen waved for Karl to follow, and they walked to the side stairs, passing by the side of the wine table on the way.

A drunken soldier blocked Karl's way. He glanced at the female thief, then turned to Karl who could not hide his figure behind her, and said with an ugly face, "Who is he, Lewen? I don't know him."

After saying that, the soldier turned sideways and planned to squeeze in front of Karl.

Lewen pushed him and shouted like he was chasing away a squirrel, "Go away, Brad, this is Evelyn's guest."

Brad muttered and sat back down in his seat, seemingly continuing the banquet, but Karl knew that he was still distracted.

Lewen led him up to the corridor on the second floor. On the other side of the railing were individual rooms.

Karl said softly: "He is interested in you."

Lewen turned back and glared at him.

"He just found a ridiculous excuse for his rashness. Not everyone likes this kind of trouble."

The two stopped in front of a room. Lewen stood on one side with no intention of entering.

"Thank you for your help, Lewen."

"If you really want to thank me, just do me a favor."

"What?"

“Don’t say good things about me in front of Evelin, don’t mention me.”

Karl was stunned for a moment and tried to understand what Le Wen meant again.

"Why?"

Wanderer's eyes narrowed, her eyes rolled around before a smirk formed on her lips.

"She, Evelyn, is very well-behaved (in front of you), isn't she?"

Ignoring the paladin's answer, Levin turned the handle and motioned for him to go in.