Tale of the Red Dragon Without Dragon's Might-Chapter 441 - 434 Who Kidnaps Who_2

Leon’s gaze was constantly fixed on the silent Evil Thought. He knew that Evil Thought held the Astral Prism, and at this moment, the Mind Flayer Monarch trapped within was surely desperately persuading Evil Thought to refuse this deal—the hammer that could destroy all bindings was its most feared thing.

"You can think it over; I’m not in a hurry," Leon said. "I have time, but you don’t."

In the game, everyone usually camped in tents; in reality, of course, they wouldn’t choose to camp in the wild after entering a city. Leon met the Tomb Guardian in Charis’s affectionate view, who appeared plain and nondescript, with a withered old appearance.

"Hello," Leon greeted proactively.

The Tomb Guardian lifted his eyes, which seemed like two bottomless ancient wells, and said, "I have a question: what is the value of a mortal’s life?"

"Two hundred gold coins," Leon said with amusement.

"Good," the Tomb Guardian said noncommittally, "I have my answer."

Leon thought for a moment, restrained his smile, and said solemnly, "Death is a certainty, but its weight varies, heavier than Mount Tai or lighter than a feather."

The Tomb Guardian slowly nodded, remaining noncommittal as well.

"You won’t drive me away, would you?" Leon tentatively asked. He had always been most worried about the Tomb Guardian. Although the Ancient Death God had already divided his divine power, handing out three powerful authorities, he surely retained part of his power with many backup plans.

Initially, he could use Fatian Xiangdi to intimidate Tiamat, but Tiamat was bound to react sooner or later, and his state was unsustainable. His current strength couldn’t really challenge a true deity.

"I am merely an observer," the Tomb Guardian replied slowly.

Leon breathed a sigh of relief, tentatively feeling at ease.

Next, he stayed by the protagonists’ side, following them everywhere, heading to Border’s Gate to attend the coronation ceremony of Grand Duke Gotaish.

In the game, due to gameplay purposes, the coronation ceremony took place in Flying Dragon Rock Fortress; in reality, it only took place in Upper City. The Supreme Hall of Upper City belonged to the Dukes, where they handled city affairs.

To prevent disruption, the coronation ceremony was filled with Steel Guardians and Flame Fists, as well as powerful peacekeeping forces known as Watchers.

The Tomb Guardian wouldn’t intervene, and since Leon wouldn’t either, even if the protagonists’ strength had mostly recovered, their weapons and equipment were two tiers worse than in the game—where the game was generous in handing out gear to please players—with a direct confrontation, victory wasn’t guaranteed for either side, let alone with a bunch of civilians complicating things, prompting the protagonists to choose patience.

The chandeliers hanging from the Supreme Hall’s dome refracted brilliant light. Gotaish, in a luxurious robe with gold-embroidered edges, spoke eloquently, "Fellow citizens, people of Bode—friends, thank you all for sharing this special day with me."

The Grand Duke Gotaish’s coronation ceremony was conventional, with nothing noteworthy.

It wasn’t until the ceremony ended, as the crowd gradually dispersed, that Gotaish, with a deliberately steady pace, approached the protagonists in the corner, found Evil Thought and repeatedly expressed admiration for him. He considered Olin unreliable and hoped to form an alliance with Evil Thought, keeping their promises to rule together.

According to the game’s plot, Leon knew Gotaish was sincere. He was a fan of Evil Thought because the entire Supreme True God plan was led by him. Had Olin not backstabbed Evil Thought, the plan might have succeeded. Olin was merely a traitor.

Evil Thought remained silent for a moment, saying he would consider it. Gotaish "kindheartedly" reminded the protagonists that the shapeshifter Olin had already set her sights on them, urging caution against her.

Subsequently, Will’s original Sect Master Mizora, a rather flamboyant-looking Kampion, appeared. Due to an event, her previous Purgatory Contract with Will had ended, and she hoped to establish a new one with him, promising to help rescue his father.

Even though Will was black, Leon didn’t dislike him and offered his help.

That happened at night.

Leon stayed with the protagonists at the Elf Song Inn, sitting in the hall at night, drinking and eating while listening to the bards tell stories. Suddenly, Will rushed over.

"There’s no time to explain," Will’s Adam’s apple bobbed violently, "come with me, quick."

"Where to?" Leon asked.

"Don’t ask so many questions yet, just follow me," Will said. "You’ll understand when we get there."

"Okay," Leon said, finishing his last piece of steak and following Will out, leaving the Elf Song, weaving through the streets and alleys of Border’s Gate into the city sewers.

It was an extensive underground network of damp cellars, twisted corridors, and narrow tunnels. Rumor had it that even deeper underground were a series of tunnels and caves, including an ancient Bhaal temple.

Leon was willing to follow Will without question, not because he trusted him, but because he had immediately recognized that this Will was actually Olin in disguise. The game adversary would prioritize kidnapping a player’s companion and then impersonate them, never expecting the kidnapping would target him.

"Do you like death?" Olin, of course, couldn’t see through Leon’s identity and didn’t know he had already seen through her. Her voice was tinged with a morbid excitement.

"Yes," Leon answered decisively.

"Do you prefer calculated murder or savage slaughter?" Olin pursued.

"Frankly, I don’t like using my brain and schemes, so I prefer slaughter," Leon said, laziness in his voice, "Do you know about mowing? It’s like a massacre, cutting down a large area at once."

"I lean more towards murder," Olin said. "What’s your weapon of choice, a dagger or a sword?"

"A sword," Leon said. "I don’t use daggers, only swords, and sharp teeth and claws."

"Sharp teeth and claws?" Olin squinted. "Are you a Druid?"

"I’m not a Druid; I can just shapeshift," Leon said with a grin.

"Coincidentally, I’m very good at shapeshifting too," Olin said, revealing a grotesque, menacing smile, the time had come.

"Can you shapeshift better than me?"

Hearing the voice behind her, Olin turned her head and found the black-haired man who had been following her had disappeared, replaced by a White Dragon Descendant Sorcerer—Evil Thought, her fellow son of Bhaal.

Before she could react, the White Dragon Descendant Sorcerer transformed first into a black cat, then into a Judgement Demon, then an Owlbear... ultimately turning into an "Olin."

The "Olin" had thick braids, a complexion as pale as paper, her skin void of any color, with sharp, exquisite features, high cheekbones, and lips a dark red like congealed blood, eyes flickering with a frenzied murderous intent and insanity, clad in armor of layered dark red leather and metal shards...

"I am Olin, who are you," the "Olin" said.

Olin looked at the suddenly appeared "Olin," subconsciously looked down at herself; she was "Will," and in an instant, fell into unparalleled confusion, Who am I, am I Will or Olin, am I here to do the kidnapping, or am I the one who’s been kidnapped.

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