Dig Up the Sun Emperor's Legacy: I Build an Invincible Undead Legion-Chapter 113: Blank Token

"I want a big cabin!"

"Yes, sir."

"Remember, make it the most isolated spot."

"...Alright."

...

Outside the tent, more than a dozen Psionics had gathered, waiting around.

They wore black robes with face masks, clearly not wanting anyone to know their true identities.

Carlos, who had just walked out of the tent, was completely wrapped in armor and also wore a face mask.

This secretive behavior drew curious glances from the others.

While they were sizing up Carlos, he was doing the same to them.

"Strange, why would so many Psionics show up in White Poplar City?"

The faint psionic energy waves indicated that all these people were Psionics.

Though it wasn’t uncommon for Psionics to stop here while exploring the Desolate Desert, having more than a dozen people in one group was definitely unusual. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

What’s more, Carlos noticed that the way this group looked at him didn’t seem very friendly.

Sensing something fishy, Carlos calmly walked to his rental cabin and firmly closed the door.

Among the black-robed figures, someone suddenly spoke up:

"Lord Kitz, this masked guy is way too calm, and he won’t show his face. Could he be..."

"No rush, let’s test him out tonight."

...

Inside the cabin, the table held some plain bread and water.

Carlos pushed them aside and took out his own prepared meat to eat...

After eating his fill, even though it wasn’t dark yet, Carlos felt drowsiness washing over him.

"You guys keep watch. If anything weird happens, wake me up immediately."

"Screech! Screech!"

"Roar!"

Purple Vortex and the five Redrose Shield Guards all responded in unison.

Since the cabin space was limited, fitting them all in was already tight.

With the Shield Guards’ protection, Carlos got into bed, closed his eyes peacefully, and went to sleep.

...

Time quietly slipped into the dead of night.

Inside the cabin, Purple Vortex was boredly counting the jaw strings around its neck when it suddenly raised its head toward the cabin window.

The five Redrose Shield Guards were a bit slower but also caught on.

They sensed that something was quietly approaching the cabin from outside.

Following Carlos’s earlier orders, they didn’t act rashly and stayed by their master’s bedside.

Through their soul link, they immediately woke their master.

Carlos, who was having a nice dream, suddenly felt the Shield Guards’ soul waves and instantly woke up.

"Someone’s outside the window?"

Carlos didn’t get up right away. Instead, he kept lying there, maintaining light breathing sounds.

This created the illusion that he hadn’t noticed anything unusual and was still asleep.

Then Carlos quietly waited, planning to nab whoever broke in.

This way he could avoid making a big scene.

But much to Carlos’s surprise, through the Shield Guards’ sensing of living beings, the person outside the window just pressed close to listen for a while, then quietly left.

They showed no intention of coming in.

Carlos immediately handed Purple Vortex an Alchemical Telescope and ordered through their soul link:

"Purple Vortex, quietly follow them."

Purple Vortex took the telescope and curiously poked at it.

"Go quickly, don’t let them spot you."

"Roar~"

Hearing his master’s urging, Purple Vortex immediately activated a Dark Purple Force Field that covered its entire body.

This would eliminate any sounds it made.

It quickly pushed open the cabin door, sensed the person’s aura, and rapidly pursued...

The whole process made no sound except for the door opening.

"Let me see who exactly has the guts to spy on me."

Through Purple Vortex’s vision, Carlos saw a black shadow constantly moving through the shadows between rows of cabins. If you weren’t paying close attention, it would be almost impossible to notice anything unusual.

"At least a low-tier Concealer."

This kind of shadow-based stealth technique could only be used by low-tier Concealers or higher.

Under Carlos’s direction, Purple Vortex deliberately kept its distance, silently following behind the black shadow.

The shadow clearly hadn’t noticed anything.

Since they’d completed their reconnaissance mission, on the way back they didn’t bother with any roundabout routes.

Instead, they walked briskly in a straight line, moving forward continuously.

Purple Vortex followed from a distance, reaching the edge of this cabin area.

There stood a large cabin that was actually lit up inside.

Outside the large cabin, several black-robed figures were standing guard.

"It’s the same group from earlier today."

Seeing the familiar black robes, Carlos immediately remembered the unfriendly looks he’d felt earlier.

Purple Vortex observed quietly from a distance, holding up the telescope.

When the shadow approached, the black-robed guards spoke in low voices:

"Who’s there?"

"It’s me, back from reconnaissance!"

Hearing the familiar voice, the black-robed figures relaxed somewhat, but following protocol, they still called out:

"Token!"

The shadow grumbled:

"What a pain."

Still, even while complaining, they obediently pulled out a dark brown token.

Strangely, the dark brown token was completely blank, with nothing on it.

The black-robed figures still wouldn’t let them pass, keeping their eyes glued to the token.

"Really annoying."

Grumbling again, the shadow lightly squeezed the token a few times.

After a few moments, a golden sand dune appeared on the blank surface, looking like a golden mountain.

Seeing the golden sand dune appear on the token, Carlos immediately knew who these people were.

"Golden Sand Society members!"

What were Golden Sand Society people doing here?

Rock Sand City was very far from White Poplar City. For this group to specially come all this way, they must have some scheme cooking.

Carlos’s mind started working.

Was there something near White Poplar City that attracted them?

Or were they planning some conspiracy here?

...

Only after seeing the golden sand appear did the black-robed figures let them pass.

Noticing their companion’s dissatisfaction, they explained helplessly:

"Can’t help it, this is the president’s rule. To prevent outsiders from sneaking in."

Hearing about the president, the shadow didn’t dare complain anymore and quickly pushed open the door to enter.

The moment the door opened, Purple Vortex clearly caught the scene inside:

At the high seats inside sat two men and one woman.

In front of them stood the other black-robed figures, seemingly reporting something.

After the shadow entered, everyone looked at them. They respectfully bowed and carefully approached the three people.

Carlos guessed to himself:

"Those three should be mid-tier Psionics, high-ranking members of the Golden Sand Society."

Only someone a full tier stronger could make a low-tier Psionic act so carefully.

As for why Carlos didn’t guess they were high-tier—that’s because within the Golden Sand Society, only President Salimo was a high-tier Psionic.

If he had come personally, these subordinates wouldn’t dare sit as equals with him.

This made Carlos even more puzzled.

To send out their highest combat power except for the president, and all three of them at once—what could their purpose be?

"It can’t be the same as my purpose, can it..."

Under his face mask, Carlos’s mouth curved up with some amusement.

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