Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?-Chapter 1086 - 706: Secret Envoy

"Howl——"

A clear wolf howl echoed from afar, instantly breaking the tranquility of Nox Lorn.

Truth be told, the combination of the night sky and a wolf howl inherently has a mysterious sense of alignment, as if they were born to be together.

In usual circumstances, when adventurers hear this distinctly non-human sound, they often perceive the owner of the howl as the ultimate enemy they must face, with the sound heralding its imminent arrival.

However, at this moment, Leon blinked and said: 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

"Don't you think this sound seems rather familiar?"

Hearing this, Maru and the others nodded, expressing their suspicion: "This howl, purer than anything Dal could produce, could only be made by a true wolf, which means..."

"Yes, I think so too, which means..." Leon continued the thought.

"No need for deductions, it's the Half Wolf from the Battle Festival."

Gapar ended the conversation with a single sentence.

After all, his memory was better than anyone else's present; such a distinctive sound was impossible to forget.

"..."

Leon looked at his teacher with a reproachful gaze; it wasn't like they didn't know the answer themselves.

Yet deducing the correct answer from clues during an adventurous exploration is one of the Strategy Group's favorite activities! Gapar's single sentence ruined the atmosphere they had painstakingly tried to create!

"Teacher," Leon patted him on the shoulder and sighed, "In adventure activities, sometimes you have to learn to stir the plot yourself to make it more enjoyable. Don't you think?"

Gapar nodded cluelessly, not really understanding.

"Sigh... never mind, let's find Blaze during our exploration." Leon shrugged.

Lately, there have been so many residual shadows appearing in Sain Dungeon that it's becoming overwhelming to handle. Who knows if these shadows hide clues leading to new places, just like how the White Mask related to the Blood Dynasty Mongewin.

The "Half Wolf" Blaze was quite the spectacle among the many residual shadows. Just the sight of a wolf's head with a human body wielding a greatsword was filled with a fantastical aura, and the combat power displayed at the Battle Festival was not to be underestimated, truly remarkable.

Recently, a substantial number of adventurers dedicated to investigating various shadow characters pointed out that Blaze might have some connection with Lanni, adding layers of mystery to his identity, prompting an irresistible urge to explore further.

Of course, this exploratory urge among adventurers is largely driven by potential rewards they could obtain.

After all, with a title like "Princess of Calia," one could easily tell that Lanni is wealthy. Finding her may even lead to an invitation into the Calia Treasure Vault for a massive profit.

Leon looked in the direction of the wolf howl, noting it down for prioritizing that path during the upcoming exploration.

"Leon, same as before, Healing Magic cannot heal residual shadows." Drew's voice came from the side, accompanied by a faint green glow.

He turned his head to see Drew crouched beside a defeated individual, using escalating levels of healing magic.

But it was useless. Adventurers had discovered long ago that unless a residual shadow was fighting alongside them, no beneficial magic would work on them.

Leon pulled out an Image Stone from his pocket and aimed it at the motionless shadow, gesturing for Drew to talk to them.

When encountering interactions with residual shadows, taking out an Image Stone to record should be done immediately. This was a technique learned from Luluwo, now becoming Leon's habit. Any missed information could be reviewed with the image later.

"Are you okay? Can you still talk?" Drew uttered one of the universal phrases for adventuring.

"Ah, ah..."

The person on the ground let out a moan, sounding incredibly weak. Any stronger gust of wind might send their soul drifting away.

Covered head to toe in black robes, their face obscured by a black wind hat, the figure seemed tailor-made for nocturnal actions, much like a classic profession—the assassin.

A broken broad sword and a shield with blue patterns lay discarded beside them, while the shadow clenched a Finger Holy Mark resembling two fingers, resting against their nearly bisected chest caused by a giant wound.

Gazing at the wound, one could almost imagine them being cleaved by a hefty and thick weapon like a greatsword, making survival impossible.

"The order of the Two Fingers... the sword... must be retrieved..."

"Root out the faith that betrays the Golden Tree..."

The shadow, seemingly experiencing a final burst of life, spoke with its last strength, before their throat clogged with surging blood. Their head slumped to the side, losing all consciousness in an instant.

"He's dead," Drew declared.

Though usually fainting wouldn't mean death, it could be presumed in the Dungeon because the shadow's body was already dissipating.

As it dissipated, white light points appeared in place, and Drew touched one, hearing a "clatter" as his vision went black.

"Wha-what's happening! Enemy attack?!"

"No, it's just that person's clothes from earlier..."

Maru, with a helpless expression, pulled the black outfit and robe off Drew's body that the residual shadow had worn previously.

With Drew's dwarf stature, he was completely enveloped by this outfit. Ignoring his big beard, he looked like a child in his father's clothes.

"Were you having some disrespectful thoughts about dwarves just now?"

Facing Drew's deadly stare, Maru scratched his face, sheepishly smiled and turned his face away.

Leon picked up the black wind hat left on the ground.

[Secret Envoy Wind Hat]

[A black wind hat that can blend into the darkness simply by its color, it's the attire of the Church's secret envoy]

[Outside the Boundary Land, there's a Church spreading the teachings of the Two Fingers, dispatching various secret envoys based on the guidance of blessings]

[The envoys are devoted servants of the Two Fingers, also covert blades to resolve enemies of the Two Fingers]

Leon looked at the wind hat again and again. He was certainly not the type to take clothes from a dead person just in front of him. Plus, this outfit didn't suit his taste.

Looking at the residual information on the attire, he had only one feeling.

"It seems like we've picked up something that the Sain scholars would pay a large amount to acquire."

The adventurer's intuition told him that the secret envoy who died here had a significant connection to Nox Lorn, which looked entirely different from the surface architecture of Nimgefo, enough to make researchers enthusiastically speculate.

Scholars who study Sain Dungeon are commonly known as Sain scholars.

Though that group compiled a bunch of seemingly unreliable wild history, they even got Princess Seline of Yanor Kingdom to serve as the honorary head for funding.

But sometimes their speculations are rather interesting and worth a look, as the ancient stories of Sain Dungeon likely won't affect the current progress anyway.

"There are more over there," Gapar pointed.

On the large bridge they were on, every few distances lay a secret envoy, totaling seven or eight.

Judging by their fresh-looking wounds, it's not hard to deduce that a rather fierce battle took place here.

"Let's check them one by one."

Everyone went over to inspect the injuries of these envoys. Clearly, these people had died a long time ago, each bearing huge slashing wounds.

Though they couldn't learn more information, the fortunate thing is, beside every envoy were residual light points.

What everyone gained earlier was the envoy set, and the remaining light points were a broad sword, shield, Finger Holy Mark, and a bunch of items, seemingly just enough for a complete secret envoy equipment.

And towards the end, they directly found a prayer book.

[Assassin's Prayer Book]

[The prayer book owned by people known as "Round Table Hall Assassins," can be handed to a prayer teacher to learn the prayers recorded within]

"This thing's value is the greatest."

Drew carefully kept the prayer book. This prayer book had never been seen in Sain Dungeon before, and he's looking forward to finding useful prayers within.

Though he's a magician, who says magicians can't use prayers.

"Barely entered the Sain Dungeon, and already such a big welcoming gift?"

Looking at these spoils that could fill a whole bag, Leon felt a sudden trace of unease and doubt in his heart.

Put it this way, only those deeply immersed in Sain Dungeon could understand his feeling, now these spoils gave him the feeling of...

[Next, a storm intense enough to deter people is coming, so here's a sweet treat first to prevent fleeing]

Something like that.

"Increasingly feeling uneasy inside..."

Facts proved his doubt was very normal because...

Not long after, as he fled under the frenzied arrow attacks of a swarm of Ancestor Spirit archers, he shouted loudly:

"I knew there was a trap behind!!!"