Mena was trapped in a situation where death seemed certain.
The Laboratory had exhausted all the weapons and equipment that could keep them alive. Emma was everywhere, toying with their lives like a cat playing with mice, cruel and mocking.
Wei Yanchi hastily treated his wounds with bandages and alcohol, then found his gaze drifting back to Xie De, who stood ahead of him surveying the battle. He made no effort to hide his stare, and the Viscount paid it no mind.
Wei Yanchi thought that Mr. Scheid was not, in fact, a bitterly cold wind forever beyond reach. He belonged to this vast, boundless domain, like a wild wind sweeping up ragged clouds, like weeds sprawling across the earth.
The colors here were always dull and desolate, with dead trees crowding a barren land, like that winter in Year 1739. Yet, paradoxically, there was also a faint sense of bustling human life here. Mild, cool rain sprinkled the fields, like a merciful shelter.
Shelter...
According to the history books, the Viscount had only been twenty-seven when he died, certainly young enough to call it an untimely death. Yet those twenty-seven years had made him an Instance NPC who endured for a century.
Wei Yanchi kept watching Xie De from behind. Only the two of them remained here. He sat beneath a dead tree, propping up his chin.
Wei Yanchi had once exchanged his Instance rewards for a chance to ask questions. He had asked three in total.
The first was, "What was Viscount Scheid doing before he became an Instance NPC, and where was he?"
The instance main system had answered quite quickly.
"I cannot answer your question, but I can tell you that he lived in Hua Country."
Hua Country.
Wei Yanchi knew that much. Mr. Scheid had