In the foggy corridor, there was a slightly nervous breathing sound that echoed gently.

A young man with oil paint on his face was holding a horse lantern and staring blankly at the dark hall ahead.

It was an abandoned restaurant, with long tables taller than human heads placed in the hall, neatly arranged in his sight, covered with dust, as if witnessing the long years.

“It’s this place….”

James took a deep breath and tried to suppress his uneasiness. He looked back at the back.

Unfortunately, the gray mist blocked his sight and made James unable to get any response. So he could only swallow his saliva, and as he asked "Dubonner" to hold up the lantern and walk into the dark hall step by step.

There was thick dust on the ground. Every step on it could feel like stepping on tentacles, which made James feel more nervous and deeply worried about his destiny.

Simply put, it's just a sentence.

He was a little cowardly.........

"It's okay, I'm earning points for trial......Yes!"

"The value of a dream wanderer is 100 points... If I get points, even if I only hunt one, it will be enough to make me enter the top three and ensure the results of this Golden Trial!" James thought of this, and suddenly felt that he was doing it again, and the dark hall in front of him didn't seem so terrifying.

Anyway, Dubonna has promised him that he will take action at a critical moment... Yes! He also has the contractual power set by Mr. Yasen. No matter how powerful Dubonna is, it cannot violate Mr. Yasen's will!

Thinking of Mr. Yasen's guarantee, James felt relieved. After all, he and Duponna were grasshoppers on the same rope. The other party was bound by the power of contract and would not really look at him and die.

Definitely not!

Then, James followed the other party's instructions and came to the corner of the hall step by step.

While walking, James saw silver knives and forks on the tall long table and a huge bowl like a washbasin. These tableware were thicker than human arms and very exaggerated. Obviously, the owner of the use of it was not a normal human.

Those tableware of the fog giant... James thought to himself, if it wasn't too dangerous, he would have wanted to take some of the tableware on the table and study the details carefully.

After all, the ancient Second Era contained a lot of mysterious knowledge, even if it seemed ordinary bowls and chopsticks, there might be residues of ancient knowledge. It is said that in another golden branch of the Boya tribe, old things, they are professional systems that specialize in studying the details of ancient things and draw strength from them. Within the clan, they are also called "old things scholars".

This place is almost done... James put down the lantern and curled up in the corner of the wall, leaving only him. A slightly luminous lantern disturbed the gray and white mist with a slight rhythm.

Strangely, the fog on the Cangxue Mountains has remained unchanged forever.

Below the mountainside, you can also rely on the halo of the special horse lantern to slightly dispel the fog.

But at the top of the Yu Cangxue Mountains, in the forbidden area blocked by the Silver Moon Church, that is, the city-state ruled by the fog giant, this kind of fog is difficult to disperse. Even the special horse lantern only has interference fog and cannot be dispersed.

However, this kind of fog interference is enough for James.

In the dim and quiet hall, a little movement seemed extremely eye-catching. At this moment, James almost hanged a candle on his face, and then wrote a sign on his head, using very sarcastic words to raise hatred for everyone who saw this sign, such as "Come and hit me", "have a kind of lineup", "seeking some grass, asking for insults" and other words... At least his actions are no less than the above behavior in the eyes of some original creatures.

Soon, in the other direction in the dim hall, there was fog slightly disturbing, forming a transparent outline, which was a body that was difficult for normal people to detect.

The next moment, it twisted its sight and looked at the only ignition object in the hall, the lantern that was disturbing the gray fog.

.............

Cangxue Mountains, mountainside area, interior of large steelmaking fields.

Bang!

A middle-aged man was thrown onto the wall and broke several ribs. He slid down the wall, his face full of pain. However, the corners of the middle-aged man's mouth rose strangely, as if he was a little joyful.

"Ellino Eller, the behind-the-scenes shareholder of the Jinshi Iron and Steel Industry, is also one of the most famous steel tycoons in the Cangxue Mountains. The output of your steel field under your command accounts for almost 30% of the entire mountain range." Sheriel rubbed his wrists and looked coldly at the middle-aged man in front of him, as if he was verbing the other party's crime.

"But behind this glory is your long-term exploitation of workers."

"The average working hours of workers on each steelmaking farm are as high as 14 hours, not including their meal time."

"Almost except for eating and being compressed to the extreme sleeping time, they have always been working endlessly in your steel mill, full of high load strength, irreversible damage to their bodies, greatly oppressing their spirits, and even unable to bear it, and they choose to commit suicide by throwing themselves."

"At the cost of their sacrifice, you gain social status and huge wealth that ordinary people cannot reach."

"What a dirty wealth..."

Sheriel looked at the blood on her fist, her pretty face was as cold as frost. She looked at the middle-aged man with a faint disdain.

However, what surprised her was that the middle-aged man sliding down the wall did not reveal the panic she imagined. On the contrary, the steel tycoon named "Ellino Eller" actually raised his head with a slightly crazy smile on his face.

"wealth?"

"No, no, no, these wealth does not belong to me, but to the great Lord..."

When Elino said this, the madness on his face suddenly subsided. He looked at the beautiful girl in front of him in a calm posture and asked: "Have you heard of my Lord's teachings?"

"Your Lord?" Sherielde frowned and stared at Elino.

At this moment, she felt something was wrong. The performance of this steel tycoon was really not like a normal person.

“Yes, have you heard of ‘never sleepless eyes’?”

Elinor raised his head, and seemed to tell the girl in a very proud manner, about the Lord he believed in and the organization he joined—

"Our external claim is [Sleepless Eye], which means 'Sleepless Eye'."

"but........"

"We have a more appropriate title. Since it is the eyes that never sleeps, it means-"
Chapter completed!