"The Andariel Family—the demon family that worships the Dark Side of the Universe?"
"Are you a member of that family, or is your leader?"
The man lying on the ground hesitated before answering. "Our leader is. We're just helpers he's trained for himself."
Cyril nodded and asked, "Have you found the Andariel Family's treasure?"
The man on the ground hurriedly shook his head. "No. We only arrived on this island yesterday. We haven't started looking yet."
"But I heard specific clues about the treasure from our leader. I can take you to find it. Really."
"It's a treasure left behind by a demon family with over a thousand years of history. There's bound to be something good inside."
Cyril nodded thoughtfully.
Seeing this, the man on the ground relaxed a little. At least he wouldn't have to die just yet.
Crack!
The sound of a bone snapping out of place rang out. The man's head lolled to the side, and the life left him. His eyes remained wide open in astonishment.
"Treasure left behind by a 'Devil'? That's hardly trustworthy."
"Besides, I have the lingering Spirit Body of your dead leader. I don't need you to guide me."
After muttering a couple of words, Cyril took a black iron flask from his waist and drank some of the strong liquor he had bought in Nas.
"Ah..."
He smacked his lips. The alcohol, which shot straight up his nose, carried a taste of juniper that spread through his head, dispelling most of the dark, greedy thoughts in his mind.
Then he took the black-and-gold pocket watch from his wrist and put it into the flask.
After waiting for a while, he collected the Beyonder Characteristic that had separated out, then quietly returned to the inn where he was staying by way