Court Historian

The snow fell like salt, and the wind cut like a knife.

Braving the wind and snow, a group of people climbed the high wall and looked at the well-arranged palaces in front of them with a sense of awe.

It's hard to say exactly what kind of architectural style the Rosna Imperial Court is.

The palace here looks very majestic and magnificent from a distance, but when you get closer, you will find that the materials used for the pillars, walls and corners of the eaves are somewhat rough.

It's as if a craftsman randomly picked up a stone, ground it into bricks, and then simply piled them up. The uneven bricks piled up high have little aesthetic appeal, but when viewed from a distance, the overall structure appears so harmonious and magnificent.

Seeing this scene, Cheng Shi was reminded of Kanliwal, which was also shrouded in extreme cold. There, the Path of Fate [Life] was used for production, while here, the traces of [Decay] were embedded in the foundation of this city.

The group leaped down from the high walls of the imperial court and walked straight down the deserted corridor. As they walked, they began to notice something strange.

They didn't encounter anyone along the way; the unattended area seemed a bit too large.

Da Yi frowned and stopped. He listened Ear for a long time, then said with a serious expression:

"No need to keep quiet. Unless that Chameleon has the ability to Avatar, it's impossible for it to silence such a large area at the same time."

These palaces... were completely empty.

"Not a single person here!?" Cheng Shi was taken aback and asked with a hint of surprise, "Is this really the Rosna Imperial Court?"

Poison nodded with a similarly solemn expression. The scene before them was indeed illogical. Even in the face of Storm, the only explanation was that there was no one on the streets. But this was the Imperial Court; it couldn't be left unattended, could it?

Even if the Rosna Royal Family showed consideration for their subordinates by allowing the guards to avoid the snow, surely there must be someone in the palace?

"Something's strange, but I don't sense any traps. Wait here for me, I'll go investigate."

As soon as he finished speaking, Da Yi pulled out an iron needle from each hand and held it between his fingers. Facing the swirling snow, he leaped up and disappeared from everyone's sight in the blink of an eye.

Seeing this decisive scene, Cheng Shi clicked his tongue in amazement.

This guy is really brave. Facing the unknown, he not only doesn't back down, but instead takes the lead and is willing to be the vanguard. If he and Squinty Old Zhang had gotten here, they would probably have to retreat hand in hand and find another way in the next second.

As it turns out, sometimes it really does take war!

The three of them waited in the shadows under the wall for a short while before Da Yi returned. However, he did not return alone. When he appeared before the three of them, he was carrying a thin old man who was frozen and barely clinging to life.

"Damn it, this is weird! He's the only one left in the Imperial Court! Brother Cheng, quick, help him!"

Without Da Yi saying a word, Cheng Shi, a dutiful Priest, had already raised his hand. The moment the two landed, a strong Healing Art was poured onto the old man's head.

The old man, dressed in black and with a wrinkled face, shuddered, slowly opened his tightly closed eyes, and looked at the puzzled Cheng Shi. He stammered, "..."

"You... are not a guard... you have trespassed into the royal court... this should be considered blasphemy..."

Before he could finish speaking, Da Yi threw the old man to the ground, slapped him across the face, and said irritably:

"Damn it, I didn't save you to listen to your rules. Where are all the people in the Imperial Court?"

The old man was stunned by the blow. He touched his face tremblingly, a blush rising to his cheeks.

Don't get me wrong, it's not some weird quirk, it's just that my skin was swollen from being hit.

He rubbed his face, his eyes slightly dazed as he looked at the people in front of him. Especially when he saw that the one who hit him was a burly man, he shuddered as if he had thought of something, and immediately shut his mouth and stopped talking.

Seeing his flustered reaction, Cheng Shi frowned slightly and asked the Poison beside him:

How did the Rosna Empire collapse?

It's impossible for the entire population of a city to simultaneously decline and die of old age in the same year; that citizen just now still had children at home.

"Little Priest, are you treating me like a history textbook? It's already difficult enough to piece together anything from the limited Trials, and now that there's a living fossil right in front of you, why are you still asking me?"

Poison's eyes flickered slightly, and he pursed his lips, saying:

"Are you doubting that I'm lying? Are you trying to use this old man's words to corroborate my own?"

"..."

Peak Player are cunning.

Cheng Shi didn't have that thought; he just asked casually. But people couldn't help thinking that way, so he didn't explain.

Da Yi glanced at the Poison, snorted coldly without speaking, then grabbed the old man by the collar, pulled him up, and asked with a frown:

"Damn it, I'm asking you, where have all the people from the Imperial Court gone! Answer me!"

The old man was powerless to resist. Even though he looked like the most devout of the "Decay" Believer, Poison was right. The Rosna had not received His blessing, so he was just an ordinary old man.

Despite Da Yi's forceful questioning, the old man still did not answer. Not only that, he secretly drew a short knife from his waist and stabbed himself in the lower back.

He wanted to commit suicide!

But this slow movement seemed like child's play to the players. How could the Believer of [War] possibly let their "prisoners" be released so easily?

Da Yi sneered, directly crushing the old man's wrist and turning the short knife in his hand into a lump of scrap metal. Then, amidst the old man's agonizing howls, he repeated his question once more.

It's too brutal. War is too brutal.

Cheng Shi couldn't bear to watch any longer. He seized the opportunity to cast a Healing Art on the old man, then gently comforted him:

"Don't be afraid, I won't let you die until you tell me what's going on."

Although his expression was kind, his tone was truly sinister, so much so that the other three people looked at him with strange expressions.

This Fate Weaver probably doesn't have any shady habits.

The old man, who had been wailing, was terrified by these words and began to convulse. In his eyes, this endless torment seemed far more terrifying than immediate death. So, feeling that his wrist injury was indeed healing, he cried out in despair:

"They've all run away! They've all run away! His Majesty has run away, the ministers have run away, and the nobles have run away too!"

You are too late. They have betrayed their Faith, abandoned the empire, and forsaken the people of Kannaal City. They have all run away.

Please, stop torturing me! Kill me, kill me! Why did you save me? I'm already dead! I'm already dead!!

Hearing the pitiful wails, everyone frowned.

This is so strange; from any perspective, what the old man said was bizarre.

How could a Believer Faith "Decay" be inclined to accept death rather than endure torment? They clearly torment themselves, yet at such times they seek relief from the hands of others.

But now is not the time for you to be free. Cheng Shi thoughtfully cast another Healing Art, then asked:

"Good, very energetic. Next question: "

Who are we?

"?"

The old man was stunned. Whether it was the Healing Art's effectiveness in relieving his wound pain, or Cheng Shi's absurd question that momentarily stunned him, the old man suddenly stopped twitching, looked at Cheng Shi with slightly cloudy eyes, and asked incredulously:

"You... aren't those World Destroyers?"

"World Destroyers?" Cheng Shi raised an eyebrow, then shook his head with a smile. "No, we are saviors, people who have come to save you."

As soon as he finished speaking, the old man froze, and the other players froze too. They had strange expressions but didn't say anything. As if by telepathy, they gave Cheng Shi the center position on the Stage.

The old man's gaze swept over the players again, then he looked bitterly at his broken wrist. After a moment of silence, he chose to believe.

Seeing the old man's self-deceiving appearance, Cheng Shi laughed even more heartily.

"Very good. Next, I will tell you about the hardships you have encountered. Only by knowing what Rosna has gone through can we pull you out of your suffering."

Believe me, because we are the saviors.