At first, Luo Qi thought he had misheard.
Someone who had seen Visas in person? What kind of joke was that?
Visas had been a man from a thousand years ago. How could anyone live that long... wait?
Luo Qi immediately looked at the Netherworld Envoy.
Could this guy be...
"Ah, Visas, Visas." The Netherworld Envoy chuckled, his voice hollow and weak, like a cold wind pouring into a grave. "What a familiar yet unfamiliar person."
A familiar yet unfamiliar person, not a familiar yet unfamiliar name.
Luo Qi realized that this guy really had seen Visas. He really had lived... no, died for a thousand years.
What kind of fucking monster was this? No wonder the Warden treated him differently from everyone else. This guy was older than everyone present combined.
At that thought, the corner of Luo Qi's eye twitched twice. He thought that this trip had truly broadened his horizons.
"What would Lord Warden like to know?" the Netherworld Envoy asked.
"Tell us what you know about Visas," the Warden said. "Not records from history books, nor baseless rumors, but the real past."
"Hehe, Lord Warden, even if you truly wanted to hear history books and rumors, I could not tell you much about them." The Netherworld Envoy smiled and pointed at his head. "Because the Netherworld has none of those things. Everything we experience is engraved upon our souls and lives eternally in the Lord's kingdom. Thus, we have no need for dedicated historians, because each and every one of us is history."
Each and every one of them was history.
Was this what followers of the Netherworld were like?
"Let me think about where to begin." The Netherworld Envoy leaned back, speaking as he recalled the past. "I know that you later generations call Visas