"Folly"

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They'd been spotted!!

The two men froze when they saw the sword tip glint. They exchanged a glance from the corners of their eyes, then bolted without a word.

But Qin Xin wasn't about to let them get away. The Mirror Walker casually flicked his sword twice, knocking both would-be escapees to the ground. Allen Doyle let out a wail and collapsed, while Morabik grunted and immediately reached into his clothes with both hands.

Seeing that, Qin Xin tapped Morabik on the back of the head with his sword again and smiled kindly. "I suggest you don't make any sudden moves. Otherwise, the one you go to meet won't be your Lord of Grace, but Death."

Morabik froze. His whole body tensed, but he knew better than to resist. He spread his hands to show the person behind him that he'd given up.

Just then, the Blind Man ambled over. Sensing the aura clinging to the two men, she asked in confusion:

"That really is Folly's aura. Though it's faint, how could he still have a presence in this age...

"Are you sages who worship Folly?"

Sages?

Someone actually knew of my Lord and called us sages?

For a brief moment, the fear weighing down Morabik and Allen Doyle melted away. More than that, a joy they couldn't share with outsiders welled up in their hearts.

They knew of Folly. They understood our Lord!

Praise be to the Lord of Grace. Your wisdom has finally begun to spread underground.

Of course, those thoughts lasted only an instant. As "sages," they still knew how to read the situation.

Morabik didn't dare move a muscle. Only when the Blind Man walked around to face him did he slowly