1000 Years Later, Even My Weakest Follower Has Become A Demon King

187 Arrival (3)

The other party nodded and replied, “Yes, an eight-pointed star, but all the runes on it have been worn away.”

William continued asking, “Then, could the noble family you mentioned be the Quincy family in the enchantment jewelry business?”

Diana shook her head and said, “Although they did some enchanted jewelry business, that family head’s last name isn’t Quincy…”

“Then, was his residence built in Windtooth with a huge piece of obsidian behind?” William interrupted the other party and asked.

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Diana nodded and looked at William strangely.

William didn’t care about the other party’s strange expression. Instead, he rubbed his forehead and fell into deep thought.

That made sense. It was indeed a little difficult for a family to have a lineage of more than a thousand years, but since the location wasn’t wrong, it was probably as he imagined.

First of all, he knew what the Blood and Tears Plague was.

The Void Sovereign—Steelheart Widow—who controlled the numb, silent, and cold had created the Blood and Tears Plague in the Twilight Kingdom. It made people shed all their tears in one go and never need to feel sad again.

As a side note, She had created a corresponding Maniacal Laughter plague back then. It was meant to make all the infected laugh all they could. For this reason, this created quite a bit of friction with Absurdity Jester.

According to the disaster chronology, five years ago was indeed the year of Steelheart.

William was even more familiar with the amulet.

It was a side quest to help the richest family in Myriad Feet City recover their lost family heirloom—an eight-pointed amulet. It was said that as long as this amulet was worn around their master’s neck, the family would remain standing. During the exploration of that quest, William discovered that the family had always hired child laborers and exploited blacksmiths and enchanters. Therefore, when he made his final choice, William chose to make a fake amulet and return it, keeping the real amulet for himself.

This was mainly based on his simple morals and his obsession with collecting all the Achievements.

In other words, William made the amulet himself.

However, the problem was that the effect of the amulet in-game was to increase the wearer’s luck. This included the forged item he had made. When enchanting it, it also had the effect of increasing the wearer’s luck.

This could be said to be completely unrelated to the effect of expelling the Blood and Tears Plague.

Even if he assumed that the items he had left behind had turned into holy relics because he had been consecrated as the Eighth Holy Spirit, curing the plague shouldn’t be within the jurisdiction of the Eighth Holy Spirit’s Hermit.

Other than the philosophical deity, Ma, whom the Tacma Church worshiped, no deity in this world—be it the Holy Spirits or the Void Sovereigns, was omnipotent. Their strength was limited to their domains.

Expelling or curing the Blood and Tears Plague should be the authority domain of the Holy Spirit, Mother, or the Holy Spirit, Lady.

The authority of the Holy Spirit, Hermit, was related to domains like the essence of spells and mirror resonance based on William’s battle with the Terra phantom.

Before William could ask anything else, the cabin suddenly shook. William quickly held Diana, who almost fell, and pulled open the door.

Captain Hobbs had previously said that they should be able to see the coastline today, and from the commotion, it looked like the ship had urgently anchored.

William pulled open the door and almost bumped into Whalebone’s second mate.

He was panting and looked like he had rushed over.

He glanced at Diana in the room and said to William, “Sorry to disturb your date, but something happened over there and needs your attention.”

Ignoring the first half of the other party’s sentence, William immediately asked, “Can you see Isu City’s Mist Port now?”

The second mate nodded and said, “But the flags of the Windsong family in Isu City have been removed. The Bloodblade family’s flags are hanging on the docks now.”

“Moreover, we can tell that the entire dock is under martial law.”

Just as he finished speaking, a crew member hurriedly ran over and said, “A few elven ships are sailing towards us while flying the Bloodblade family’s flag.”

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