The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Old Walker noticed the doubt in Sojyan's eyes and explained before the other party could ask:

"It's not surprising that Olrod didn't leave any records about these things. He told me directly that Ferucho was no longer the noble prince he once was. The mysterious shadows had permanently changed him. The current Kandulak is a twisted, cruel, and dark killer. His harmlessness and trust towards Olrod are only based on the fact that Olrod is a direct descendant of his sister. But if it's Olrod's descendants, it's hard to say. Dealing with such a character is very dangerous without strong skills and a certain amount of power. He probably thought that no one but himself could control Ferucho, but I guess he must have left something behind, it's just that you haven't discovered it yet."

After listening to the story about Shadowblade Ferucho Quesnash, Sojyan fell into deep thought. After a long time, he slowly said:

"It's been so long, and Olrod is dead. He probably wouldn't care whether I'm a descendant of Olrod, right?"

"That's not necessarily true. Olrod said that he still keeps his mother's soul stone. Besides, you are also considered a descendant of the Bufrollo-Quesnash family, and your current strength is much stronger than Olrod's."

As soon as Old Walker said this, Sojyan suddenly understood and nodded. Olrod was gone, but Sesheshhet's soul stone was still there.

Sojyan stood up and bowed slightly to Walker very solemnly.

"Patriarch Walker, I am very grateful that you sent me these three treasures. My lineage and the royal court will never forget your great kindness."

Walker waved his hand and smiled:

"These are just things that Olrod left with me. But considering that these things would only bring more disasters to his descendants, I should have returned them long ago. I hope you don't blame me for hiding things from your family."

"How could I! You must stay in the royal court for a while longer. I'll have people find the best tobacco leaves for you, as well as all kinds of fine wines. You can drink as much as you want."

Old Walker laughed heartily, a tear seeping from the corner of his eye, his eyes full of memories.

"Back then, on the highest spire of Commorragh—"

He drew a circle in the void with his pipe.

"We were penniless, like refugees, and hadn't eaten or drunk for days, especially not having any wine, which is very uncomfortable for a Hearth Clan. But Olrod was very generous and drew a big pie for me, saying to endure it for two days. As long as he becomes the master of this city, he will let me drink to my heart's content!"

Then Old Walker looked at Sojyan and said very emotionally:

"Fulfill his last wish, Sojyan. Olrod hopes to shape the ideal country in his heart, starting from Commorragh. I beg you to complete it."

Sojyan nodded vigorously and replied very solemnly:

"I will, Patriarch Walker, I definitely will! Ah, you haven't seen the spirit bone secret room that Olrod left behind, have you? Would you like to take a look?"

"If you don't mind, I always feel that this guy's things are not that simple."

Then Sojyan notified Veronica and arranged for Old Walker to go to the spirit bone secret room together. On the way, Sojyan directly let Veronica probe his thoughts, and in a short time, let her know the whole story.

Veronica was quite surprised, never expecting that the half-spirit race had such "glorious" deeds.

After arriving at the spirit bone secret room, Old Walker didn't seem very excited, he just looked around, and finally stopped in front of the spirit bone monument.

"Sure enough, I knew you guy must have left a message for me."

Old Walker stretched out his pipe, and then a few wisps of light smoke floated towards the spirit bone monument and wrapped around a few characters.

He turned to Sojyan and smiled:

"This is the code we used to use."

Soon, Sojyan heard a subtle friction sound, and then, in the surprised eyes of him and Veronica, the spirit bone monument engraved with Olrod's Seven Great Hates actually split vertically in half from the middle.

At the same time, Olrod's figure emerged from the ghostly cold light, and then leaned towards Walker, as if a ghost was struggling to break free from its restraints.

"Stone-headed stubborn donkey!"

Then, the pale-faced Olrod spoke. His gaze was looking forward, but it was not focused, as if he was talking to a mirror.

"If you can find this place, it means you must have met a descendant of mine who can open this place. This means my luck is not too bad, which also means your luck is pretty good, being able to live until then... Hmm, the Fountain of Youth is a little useful after you drank it. I don't know how old you are now. Maybe a few hundred years have passed, or maybe a few thousand years? Anyway, I must be dead. Maybe this is the blessing of fools?"

A gentle smile then appeared on Olrod's face.

"Don't be too sad, and don't bother to figure out who killed me. Just leave these to my descendants to deal with. My life may be short, but I have a lover, people who love me, and you, my best friend. My life is already rich enough. I left this image just to apologize to you. I failed to fulfill my promise and let you drink your fill in Commorragh. Sorry, goodbye, stone-headed stubborn donkey, farewell, my best friend."

Walker's eyes were filled with tears at this moment. He trembled and stretched out his hand, seemingly wanting to shake hands with the other party one last time, but he couldn't control himself and could hardly speak.

When he finally opened his mouth, his voice was hoarse and abnormal. The old Hearth Clan almost choked as he said:

"Sharp-tongued skinny man, farewell. Your descendants will fulfill your great wish."

Olrod's psychic image carried a peaceful smile and gradually scattered into starlight.

Seeing Walker, whose hair and beard were all white, sobbing uncontrollably, he bent down and gently pressed his shoulder, and said softly:

"Patriarch Walker, don't let sadness drown out the joy of this reunion. I will definitely pass on this friendship that transcends race and time to future generations."

Veronica also came over and comforted softly:

"Patriarch Walker, Olrod probably doesn't want to see you so sad either."

After a while, Old Walker's emotions finally stabilized. He raised his pipe.

"Sojyan, look at the real relics he left for you."

Sojyan looked at the spirit bone monument that had been split in half, and noticed a few things floating in the middle. Veronica casually pulled them over, and Sojyan reached out to catch them.

Looking closely, he found that one of them was a black, sharp, rhomboid jewel, and ominous misty ink could be seen slowly flowing inside.

"This thing is called a Shadow Stone. Olrod said it was a gift from his uncle when they first met. It can summon the passage to the eerie Shadow Kingdom of Commorragh in any space where shadows exist, and summon Mandrakes to fight for you, without worrying about them needing rewards or being disloyal. If you call out the name of Shadowblade, you can also call out Kandulak."