White Bearman

After a brutal beating, Kain finally could not get back up again.

"Go take a bath, then put on the mask."

"Why?" Kain could not understand why the person before him wanted him to wear a mask too.

"Well, you don't belong here, so it's better if you wear a mask." The Masked Man could not think of a good explanation either, so he simply tossed the mask in front of Kain.

Given his status, he could naturally take Kain away directly. Leaving the imperial palace might be better.

"May I ask where this place is?" Kain was certain this was not Gard's imperial palace.

But the Kingdom of Kren's imperial palace was not like this either. This was an utterly unfamiliar place, filled everywhere with an unfamiliar atmosphere.

He followed the Masked Man out of the imperial palace.

Meanwhile, Mel was trekking through the snow-capped mountains. The weather was bitterly cold, and the breath from his nose nearly froze into frost on the tips of his hair in an instant.

"Good thing I have magic ore, or I'd be frozen stiff."

Mel wore a thick fur coat. He had clothes for all four seasons stored in his inventory, specifically to deal with extreme conditions like this.

In such extreme temperatures, the heat emitted by magic ore alone was not enough. He still needed ordinary means of keeping warm.

"This damned place... Looks like I need to keep flying south. I didn't get the direction wrong, did I?" Mel took a compass from his inventory and checked his direction once more.

Just as Mel was preparing to take to the sky again, a massive figure came charging toward him through the snow-covered forest.

The feeling was terrible, instinctively reminding him of the Rhino Man—the apostle known as Moving Mountains. Trees