At this moment, in a dark basement near the Elf and the kitten, the previously vanished figure clad in a blue robe is sitting face to face with two other figures dressed differently.
If an outsider were present, they would notice that all three individuals exude a Sixth Rank aura!
A crude Black Iron oil lamp is set on a small round table in front of them. Under the dim light of the oil lamp, an ancient parchment map is spread out, with another wooden box opened at one corner of the map.
"Is this it? The key that is said to reveal the location of the Sword of King Selection?"
Staring at the opened wooden box in front of him, a seemingly ordinary scorched black stone is being examined by a red-haired, brawny man clad in mercenary armor who picks it up with his thick fingers, asking with a tone of skepticism.
"And I also can't feel any magical fluctuations, does it need blood to recognize its owner, or should it be crushed and sprinkled on the map?"
