The Northern Continent, a Glimpse of the Truth

Hill thought about the Gods Almanac he had read recently. Singers really did make gathering information and spreading stories their main profession, such as the past and present life of Cyric, the Prince of Lies.

Otherwise, since he was clearly a thief, the normal first reaction would have been that Mask's people had arrived.

Only the Singer's subordinates would think of Cyric first.

That ever-temperamental Prince of Lies had always given generous rewards to subordinates who caused trouble for the Singer.

If they could capture the Singer himself, who loved taking mortal form and wandering around singing for amusement, Dark Sun might even set aside his schemes for a while just to pick a fight.

Hill rather agreed with the Almanac's introduction of the Singer.

He still remembered the God of Song's conduct back in Gerns.

In truth, the Singer's main purpose clearly had not been fighting Devils.

Something had happened, and he had taken the opportunity to investigate the movements of the Devils and even Shar.

If not for several friends seeking revenge, the Singer would probably have left without even showing his face.

The Goddess of Magic had likely asked him to step in because he was exceptionally skilled at gathering information and concealing his presence right under the Devils' noses.

The God of Song had spent so many years lurking in Gerns.

That Archdevil, famous for his paranoia, truly had never discovered him.

If Lynn really followed the will of his Supreme God, then there was indeed no need to worry that he would impulsively confront a dragon head-on.

"So, are we safe now?" Hill asked evenly.

"Of course. We're about to enter the coldest stretch of the year on the Northern Continent," Lynn said with a smile. "At this time, other than the Frost Maiden's priests,