The Weary Travelers

Xia Lin and the others carefully searched through the wreckage, overlooking nothing of value.

Before long, they found a heavy bag of gold coins inside a crushed iron chest.

"Two hundred and thirty-seven gold coins." After counting the last one, he frowned. "This number... doesn't seem right."

Kade was using Lay on Hands to restore Celia's Mental Power. Hearing that, he looked up. "What's wrong?"

"A professional assassin who worked for thirty years only had this much left?" Xia Lin shook his head. "Either he had a secret vault, or..."

"Or he spent all his money," Sera continued, kicking a damaged suitcase by her feet. "Don't forget, maintaining the spatial expansion spell on that magic truck, along with those soul-controlling arrays, cost money every single day."

"Looks like he didn't turn every victim into a collectible." Kade walked over, picked up several gold coins, and examined them closely. His voice was low. "He only collected the souls he found interesting. Most of this money must have been the belongings of other innocent people he murdered."

Celia found a thick leather ledger in a shattered wooden chest. The moment she opened the first page, her face turned pale.

"Xia Lin, you need to see this."

The ledger recorded forty-seven names and their tragedies.

It did not look like evidence of crimes. It looked more like a collection of sickening art critiques.

Celia's face went white as she softly read the second entry aloud. "[Collectible No. 1: Fizban: Quick Fingers: Open Flame...]"

Life Record:

Fizban was born into an ordinary Halfling peddler family. From a young age, he showed an unusual interest in mysticism. At the age of twenty-three, he met a traveling phantom mage and embarked on the path of communicating with ghosts.

He was mediocre in talent, but diligent and