Raven Stealing the Sun, Amatory Mistress

At dawn.

In a thin mist.

A group of men left the town on foot and headed north.

They spent two hours traversing a plain covered in red thorns to reach the entrance to the Mist Shadow Mountain Range.

The sun was just rising.

The scenery on the plains is laid out before you.

But after entering the mountains...

Visibility dropped significantly.

Even Roger's True Sight was rendered ineffective by that strange mist.

"It is the power of personality..."

Roger followed closely behind Rodick.

On the surface, this appears to be fulfilling one's duty.

Actually, he didn't want to lose the only guide in the group.

The composition of this team is quite complex.

Apart from a group of disheveled, unidentified men.

The rest were temporary bodyguards that Rodick had recruited in town.

Their duty is to escort the old man between "Mist Mountain Town" and "Drovas".

But the old man himself was still the one who led the way.

"Those who don't want to die, stay close!"

"Once you enter the mountains, no matter what happens, don't stop; the situation in these mountains is very complicated, and once you get lost, you're lost forever!"

"For the next five days, we Celestial Capital, so nobody should hold me back..."

These were the old man's repeated instructions before they set off.

Roger's Sixth Sense told him.

Rodick was not exaggerating.

The Mist Shadow Mountain Range certainly have a remarkable history.

He learned from the minotaur Allen—

Legend has it that many years ago, a Divine Kingdom Practitioner specializing in "Mist Authority Rank" died here.

I don't know why.

Its divine kingdom did not collapse after its master's death.

Instead, it blends into the mountain range.

This has led to strange things often happening in the mountains.

Before Drovas was established.

This mountain range is truly a desolate place where no human beings exist.

In places like this.

Without a guide, it's a dead end.

Therefore, Roger did not dare to be overconfident.

He followed closely behind the old man.

Because they followed too closely.

Several times he noticed the strange looks from others.

Roger didn't care at all.

At this stage.

He just wanted to enter Drovas safely.

Then comes the stage of acting according to circumstances.

Although the Queen ordered him to investigate the unusual situation in that city.

However, she also mentioned that there are a large number of "Evil Ghost Raven" in Drovas.

This made it difficult for Roger to prioritize the investigation.

"I hope the crows in Drovas are all Evil Ghost Raven; the ordinary crows mixed in with the Mirror Lake are really getting on my nerves..."

With that thought in mind.

Roger successfully completed his first day in the mountains.

Before evening.

On the winding, misty path.

Rodick suddenly shouted:

"Stop!"

Then he went alone to the mountain wall in front and touched it for a long time.

Very soon.

In a patch of lush weeds.

The old man dug open the entrance to a cave.

He stood at the entrance of the cave and sniffed the air.

After a while, he said with satisfaction, "Go in, everyone."

"We'll spend the night here."

The words fell.

Rodick casually crawled inside.

The next moment.

The remaining thirty-odd able-bodied men in the caravan also filed in.

Night fell.

A vast darkness enveloped everything.

Only a sliver of light shone from the cave entrance.

Rodick lit a campfire at the deepest part of the cave and made it clear that only one fire could be lit.

So, apart from the guards stationed at the cave entrance, everyone else instinctively moved closer.

The temperature in the mountains isn't considered cold.

However, excessive humidity can still make people feel uncomfortable.

The surrounding environment was very quiet.

Only faint, eerie cries reached everyone's ears through the cave entrance.

At the beginning.

The crowd could still tolerate it.

But in the middle of the night, everyone was awakened by the noisy, strange screams.

Rodick was no exception.

He already seemed to be having trouble sleeping, and seeing the solemn expressions on everyone's faces, the old man muttered under his breath, "Don't look like something the hell is going to happen."

"Being able to hear these sounds means we are safe."

Everyone was puzzled.

A young guard asked:

"Mr. Rodick, what is the source of that strange noise?"

Rodick lit a cigarette.

After taking three deep breaths, the old man's spirits lifted.

He glanced around at the crowd and snorted, "What else could it be but a crow!"

"Oh well, I don't have a chance to sleep tonight anyway."

"Since none of you have caused me any trouble, I'll tell you about the origins of the crows near the Mist Shadow Mountain Range..."

These words were spoken.

Everyone's attention was drawn to it.

The old man rambled on and on, puffing away at his cigarette for ages, before finally grinning and saying, "You've probably never heard the story of ' The Raven Stealing the Sun,' have you?"

"In the customs of the Southern Three Kingdoms, crows are considered unlucky; but in the mythology of the Cowas People, crows are the right-hand man of the creator god and the most worshipped benevolent deity among the Cowas People..."

Upon hearing this...

Roger, who had been somewhat absent-minded, suddenly had a sudden inspiration! This story is not only familiar to the indigenous people of Qynan.

Even he, a time traveler, had never heard of it!

"Could it be that the reason I lose Xia Yin Value for killing crows is related to the mythology of the Cowas People?"

So he listened attentively.

In the old man's constipated narration.

Roger roughly understood what the "Raven Stealing the Sun" was all about.

In the mythology of the Cowas People.

There was no sunlight in the early days of the world.

People lived in darkness all day long.

They could only see each other through things that emitted a faint light.

In the darkness.

People are always very close.

The creator god thought this was good.

Because they can't see each other's faces.

People won't dislike each other because of differences in appearance.

So He hid the sun in a secret chamber in the mountains and commanded His right hand, the eagle, to guard the chamber.

Then He commanded His left-hand raven to govern the world in His stead.

After doing all this.

The creator god then traveled around the universe in a starship.

The crow heard the voices of many people while ruling the world—

The fisherman said, "The world is always pitch black, making it really difficult to catch fish to fill my stomach. I should change my profession and do something else..."

The farmer said, "There are always people stealing crops in the fields. Because it's dark, I can't tell who they are. I should change my profession..."

The hunter said, "The forest is too dangerous. I can't see my prey, and the prey can't see me. Victory or defeat, life or death, all depends on luck. I should change my profession and do something else..."

These sounds deeply moved the crow.

On the one hand, it sympathizes with people's helplessness.

On the one hand, they were terrified by their idea—if everyone changed careers, the world would be in chaos!

So the crow quietly flew to the mountains.

It stole the sun while the eagle was dozing off!

From then on.

Sunlight came into the world.

Fishermen, farmers, and hunters are not planning to change professions.

But that's precisely why.

As people got to know each other's appearances, a rift gradually developed between them.

When the gods returned and saw this scene, they severely punished the crow.

He said:

"Since you stole the sun, your feathers will be punished by becoming the ugliest color under the sun."

And that's how crows turned out the way they are now.

The eagles were also punished for their dereliction of duty.

Therefore, every time an eagle sees a crow, it will attack it with all its might.

What about the living beings?

Although they had a falling out because of their different appearances.

But in their hearts...

The ravens that bring them sunlight remain the greatest benevolent deities.

"This..."

"It's the story of the Raven Stealing the Sun, which the Cowas People believe in!"

Beside the campfire.

The old man yawned. "There's a saying in ' Drovas ' that the crows near the Mist Shadow Mountain Range are the incarnations of the benevolent god raven; their strange cries at night are to scare away the monsters lurking in the mist."

"So the most dangerous time is when you can't hear the crows cawing."

Looking at the disbelieving expressions on most people's faces.

The old man snorted again, "But the situation is different now."

"Those evil spirits that appeared out of nowhere possessed some of the crows, making my experience less useful."

"In short, stay away from crows the whole way, whether they are Evil Ghost Raven or benevolent god crows, don't mess with them!"

Everyone nodded in agreement.

It was at this moment.

Roger slowly asked, "Is there a way to distinguish between Evil Ghost Raven and benevolent god crows?"

The old man glanced at him with some surprise.

He then gave a sly smile, "Of course."

"But that's not a free story."

Roger smiled but didn't say anything.

that's all.

The group chatted around the campfire for most of the night.

The strange noises outside the cave continued for the entire night.

At dawn.

Amid Rodick's grumbling and urging.

The group set off again, yawning.

This day.

The caravan's pace slowed considerably.

On the one hand, everyone hadn't slept all night, and on the other hand, the mountain road had become much more rugged.

Narrow, winding paths have become standard.

Along the way.

The old man was cursing very fiercely.

Everyone hurried as fast as they could.

Finally, just as the last rays of sunlight disappeared over the mountaintop, they found a second shelter.

The second night.

A thick fog rose outside the cave.

They could still hear the cawing of crows.

The old man was extremely sleepy.

He actually managed to fall asleep despite the noise.

Fortunately, nothing happened overnight.

During the day, I was always rushing around.

On the third night...

In the cave that Rodick called a "sanctuary".

The expressions on everyone's faces were somewhat uneasy.

It was too quiet.

Where are the crows?

Beside the campfire.

The young guard couldn't help but ask.

The old man slept well for a night and felt much more energetic.

He leaned against the mountain wall, lit a cigarette, and smoked silently for a while before speaking:

"Tonight might not be so peaceful."

"But don't be too nervous. Generally speaking, shelters are safe. Just be reasonably vigilant."

"Alright then, tonight I'll tell you a story called ' The Amatory Mistress,' hehehe..."

Amidst laughter that all men understand.

The old man vividly recounted the story of a lost traveler and a mist maiden in the mountains.

In the corner.

Roger listened attentively.

But others failed to notice a detail—

His clothes had been transformed into a milky-white cloak.

"Hint: You have created a Mist Doppelganger. The Mist Doppelganger possesses 80% of your character's stats."

The next second.

Roger's consciousness sank into his clone.

In the thick fog.

He roamed the mountains without restraint.

"I think I saw some monsters around here during the day."

"I wonder what attributes it can provide?"

That's what he was thinking.

We haven't gone very far yet.

Suddenly, a lithe figure flashed past in front of us!

Hint: You have discovered a ' Treasure Goblin '

"Huh?"

Roger immediately perked up.