In the gray and fog-filled corridor, there was a slightly nervous breathing sound, gently echoing.
A young man with oil paint on his face was holding a lantern and staring blankly at the dark hall ahead.
It was a long-abandoned restaurant. Long tables taller than human heads were placed in the hall, neatly lined up in his line of sight. These tables were covered with dust, as if they had witnessed the long years.
"This is the place."
James took a deep breath, trying to suppress the uneasiness in his heart, and he looked back behind him.
It's a pity that the gray mist obstructed his sight and made it impossible for James to get any response, so he could only swallow a mouthful of saliva and follow the request of 'Dubana', holding the lantern high and walking step by step into the dark hall.
There was a thick layer of dust on the ground, and each foot felt as solid as stepping on a tentacle, which made James feel more and more nervous, deeply worried about his own fate.
To put it simply, it is just one sentence.
He's a little cowardly
"It's okay, I'm here for the trial points. Yes!"
"The value of a dream wanderer, but there are 100 points. If I get the points, even if I only hunt one, it will be enough for me to enter the top three and ensure the results of this year's gold trial!" James thought of this, suddenly I felt that I was doing well again, and the dark hall in front of me didn't seem so scary.
Anyway, Dubonna has promised him that he will make a move at the critical moment. Yes! He still has the power of the contract set by Mr. Yasen, no matter how powerful Dubonna is, he can't violate Mr. Yasen's will!
Thinking of Mr. Yasen's protection, James immediately felt relieved. After all, he and Dubana are grasshoppers on the same rope. The other party is bound by the power of the contract, and he will not really watch him die.
Certainly not!
Then, following the other party's instructions, James walked to the corner of the hall step by step.
During the walk, James saw the silver knives and forks on the tall long table, as well as the bowl as huge as a washbasin. These tableware were thicker than human arms, which was very exaggerated. Obviously, the owner who used it was not a normal human being.
Those are the mists giant's tableware James thought to himself, if it wasn't too dangerous, he would like to take some of the tableware back home and study the details carefully.
After all, the ancient Second Era contained a lot of mysterious knowledge. Even the seemingly ordinary bowls and chopsticks may have remnants of ancient knowledge. It is said that there is another golden branch in the Boya clan, Old Objects. They specialize in studying the details of ancient things and draw strength from them. Within the clan, they are also called "Ancient Object Scholars".
This place is almost the same. James put down the lantern, and curled up in the corner, leaving only a faintly glowing lantern in front of him, disturbing the gray mist with a slight rhythm.
Strange to say, the fog on the Cangxue Mountains has never changed.
Below the mountainside, you can also rely on the halo of the special lantern to dispel the fog slightly.
But at the top of the Cangxue Mountains, in the restricted area blocked by the Silver Moon Church, that is, in the city-state once ruled by the mist giants, this kind of fog is difficult to dispel. Even with special lanterns, there is only disturbing fog and cannot be dispelled.
However, this kind of mist disturbance was enough for James.
In the dark and silent hall, a little movement is very eye-catching. At this moment, James is almost hanging a candle on his face, and then there is a sign written on his head, with very mocking words on it, showing Everyone on this brand pulls hatred, such as 'Come and hit me', 'There is a kind of line', 'Seek some grass, seek insult' and other words. At least his actions, in the eyes of some original creatures, are not than the above behavior.
Soon, in the other direction in the dim hall, there was a slight disturbance of the mist, which faintly formed a transparent outline, which was difficult for normal people to detect.
The next moment, it turned its gaze away and looked at the only light in the hall, the horse lantern that was disturbing the gray fog.
Cangxue Mountains, mountainside area, the interior of a large steel factory.
Boom!
A middle-aged man was thrown against the wall and broke several ribs. He slid down the wall, his face was full of pain, but the corners of the middle-aged man's mouth were raised strangely, as if with a few Very happy.
"Eleanor Ayler, the behind-the-scenes shareholder of Jinshi Iron and Steel Industry, is also one of the most famous steel tycoons in the Cangxue Mountain Range. The output of the steel field under your command accounts for almost 30% of the output of the entire mountain range." Snow Lil rubbed her wrists, and stared coldly at the middle-aged man in front of her, as if condemning him for his crime.
"But behind this brilliance is your practice of oppressing workers for many years."
"Workers in each steel plant work an average of 14 hours, not including their meal time."
"Almost except for eating and sleeping time which is compressed to the extreme, the rest of their lives have been endlessly working in your steel factory, full of high-load intensity, causing irreversible damage to their bodies, It caused their spirits to be greatly oppressed, and some workers even couldn't bear it and chose to commit suicide by throwing themselves into the furnace."
"At the price of their sacrifices, you have obtained a social status that ordinary people cannot match, as well as huge wealth."
“What a dirty fortune”
Seeing the blood on her fist, Xue Lier's pretty face was as cold as frost, and she looked at the middle-aged man with a hint of disdain.
However, to her surprise, the middle-aged man who slid down from the wall did not show the panic she imagined. On the contrary, this steel tycoon named 'Eleanor Ayler' actually took the initiative Looking up, with a slightly crazy smile on his face—
"wealth?"
"No, no, these wealth do not belong to me, but to the great Lord."
When Eleanor said this, the madness on her face suddenly subsided, and with a calm attitude, she asked the beautiful girl in front of her, "Have you heard of my lord's teaching?"
"Your master?" Shirley frowned, staring closely at Eleanor.
At this moment, she faintly felt that something was wrong. The behavior of this steel tycoon was really not like a normal person.
"Yes, have you heard of the 'eyes that never sleep'?"
Eleanor raised his head, and seemed to be very proud, telling the girl about the Lord he believed in and the information about the organization he joined—
"Our external claim is [Sleepless Eyes], which means 'eyes that never sleep'."
"but."
"We also have a more appropriate name, since it is the eyes that never sleep, it also means—"
"The most eternal dream."
(end of this chapter)