Who hid My Corpse!

"Understood, understood!" Lair nodded his head almost to the point of breaking, constantly making promises, "Leave it to me, you can trust me to get the job done!"

Bai Wei let out another "Hmm," and then fell silent, as if he had gone back to sleep.

At this point, Lair finally breathed a heavy sigh of relief, and only then did he realize that at some point his clothes were entirely soaked with sweat.

Lair was somewhat puzzled too; tonight's conversation with Lord Visas had put an unprecedented pressure on him, even more so than when he first heard Lord Visas's voice.

He didn't know why this was.

Was it because of the "opportunity" that Lord Visas had given him, or those matters involving his wife and children?

Lair didn't know; he only felt that after the cold sweat, his whole body was shaking, so much so that he could not even manage to light another cigarette.

In the end, he stood dumbly in the same spot for an entire night, only recalling the task given to him by Visas at the break of dawn, and after tidying up a bit, he ran towards the inn where the Star Relic Church resided.

During this time, he consciously covered his face so that his fellow traders who knew him wouldn't notice him; otherwise, he wouldn't be able to pose as the Envoy of the Contract Land.

Fortunately, not many black merchants in the Nameless Town knew his name, so he arrived at the inn safely and presented his identity to the Star Relic guards, handing over the symbol of Contract Land—a golden seed.

Although Lair's identity was fake, the seed was real, freshly made by Lord Visas, so he didn't need to worry too much about being recognized by the guards.

After waiting at the door for a while, Lair received a response and was soon led by the guards to the largest guest room in the inn.

When the guard knocked on the door, a gentle "come in" came from inside the room.

Upon hearing this voice, the tension Lair originally felt was eased quite a bit.

He knew who was inside the room and was aware the other was also a possessor of Corpse Blocks, so Lair felt some pressure coming here. But the voice sounded like that of a harmless little old man, the type most easily deceived by just a few words from the black merchants, which also happened to be Lair's favorite type to deal with—at least, if he failed, he wouldn't worry about getting beaten up.

With that thought, Lair stepped into the room.

And the moment his eyes met the other's, Lair realized he had overthought.

He looked at that Right Eye as if he had returned to five years ago when he first left the No-man's Land with Harlow, stepping out of the fog he thought would never disperse, and then looked up to see the bright starry sky—such shock and fear.

At that time, he involuntarily knelt down, burying his head in the dust. That feeling was something he'd never forget in his lifetime.

And now that feeling had returned, but it was just from making eye contact.

... Was that Lord Visas's eye?

Lair exerted great effort to pull his gaze away from that eye, pretending to be nonchalant, but he knew he wasn't doing a good job of it because his face was completely frozen.

"I am the representative of the Contract Land, Lei...s," Lair tossed out the name he had just made up, "Good morning, Mr. Isaiah."

"Haha, Mr. Lais, for the Star Relic, it is still nighttime," Isaiah said with a smile, "The Star Relic people never sleep at night; we need to gaze at the stars."

Just from the conversation, Isaiah indeed seemed like a kind, harmless old man, but Lair didn't muster the courage to look him in the eyes again, and could only lower his head and say: "I hope that the stars here can satisfy you, but once you reach the No-man's Land, you won't be able to gaze at the night sky."

While Lair was observing Isaiah, Isaiah was also observing him, wanting to see if he was the "Tongue." After all, the "Tongue" was in the Nameless Town, and Isaiah thought the person would very likely seek him out.

And when Lair entered the room, Isaiah did initially think he was the "Tongue" because Lair's first glance went directly at Isaiah's eye—apart from the "Tongue," Isaiah didn't think anyone in the Nameless Town would know about his eye.

Thus, Isaiah subtly released a bit of his eye's power to intimidate Lair.

But Lair's subsequent reactions surprised Isaiah; he clearly saw Lair's fear, almost as if he was going to kneel right there, and even now he didn't dare make eye contact again.

Could someone of such courage really be the "Tongue"?

Isaiah couldn't quite pin it down.

Could it have just been a coincidence? After all, by the calculated time, the Contract Land should indeed have come to find him.

So Isaiah decided to observe further.

"Mr. Lais, are you here to guide us to the gathering point?" Isaiah asked with a faint smile.

"Yes," Lair nodded, speaking as Bai Wei had instructed him, "The gathering point is complete; I'm here to lead your group over."

"Where is it?"

"In the No-man's Land."

"Can't you disclose the specific location?"

"Indeed, but I will guide you there," Lair said, "The No-man's Land is shrouded in fog all year, and outsiders who enter lose their bearings; only we can accurately find the location."

Isaiah's fingers tapped lightly on the table, as if he were pondering something.

This naturally made Lair even more nervous, as he was just waiting for Isaiah to refuse, so he could leave a contact method as Lord Visas suggested, and then leave.

After all, if Isaiah really let him lead the way, he wouldn't know where to take the group, and if he ran into people from the Contract Land, it would be even worse.

Reject quickly, reject quickly!

Lair was praying continuously in his heart. In front of Isaiah, he felt immense pressure, much like when he stood before Lord Visas last night.

Fortunately, after mulling for nearly a minute, Isaiah slowly shook his head: "Sorry, Mr. Lais, I cannot follow you inside for now."

Upon seeing Isaiah finally refuse, Lair was instantly relieved, but he couldn't just leave like that; he had to follow through with the formalities, so he asked: "May I know the reason, Mr. Isaiah?"

"The reason lies in what you just said," Isaiah smiled, "Once we enter the No-man's Land, we won't be able to gaze at the stars for a long time, which isn't good for Star Relic Mages."

"Does that mean the Star Relic never plans to enter the No-man's Land?"

"Of course not," Isaiah replied, "It just means a delay of a few days."

"Is there a point to this?"

"Certainly, because in five days it will be the 'Innocent Night,'" Isaiah said with a smile, "During 'Innocent Night,' Star Relic people can gaze at the stars unimpeded and draw the most power from them. This power can last at least a week, allowing us to use power even without stars. While I know the Contract Land will provide us with safety guarantees, I'm sure the Contract Land wouldn't want a group of powerless Star Relic Mages attending the gathering, right?"

Logical and reasonable.

At least that is what Lair thought—that would settle things for him. So after pondering briefly, he nodded, "I understand, but I can't make decisions; I need to report to higher up..."

As Lair was in the middle of his polite exit, there was another knock on the door, abruptly interrupting his speech.

Isaiah gestured at Lair to stay calm, then asked, "What's the matter?"

The door opened, and Lair saw the Star Relic Mage who brought him upstairs earlier, now looking at him suspiciously, and then speaking to Isaiah, "Teacher Isaiah, the representative from the Contract Land has arrived."

Representative of the Contract Land?

Isn't that me?

Before Lair could react, he saw another man, also holding a golden seed, walk in.

Lair's expression froze.

The real Envoy of the Contract Land... had arrived.