“You knew about the Great Old Ones?” Irina was also staring at Mag with surprise. She switched her thinking, and said with realization, “No wonder you knew how to kill Borg and Alfred who were bewitched.”


  “I simply happened to read a little record about it in an old parchment book. I thought it was an unofficial history that was randomly written. I didn’t expect them to really exist.” Mag touched his nose. He indeed didn’t expect the Cthulhu Mythos to really exist in this world.

  He had almost read through everything about Cthulhu Mythos recently, and had absorbed many works of imagination from the authors on Earth.

  He also couldn’t differentiate how many of them really knew the Great Old Ones, and how many of them were reimagined after they were influenced by the mythological system that Lovecraft established.

  However, after being baptized by these classics, he had a basic understanding of the Cthulhu Mythos.

  The Great Old Ones who possessed terrifying strength once ruled the world in the ancient times, but they were placed under a seal by the ancient gods, and went into a deep sleep.

  Numerous interesting works were born under this system, and many Great Old Ones appeared.

  Mag had a lot of doubts about the Great Old Ones’ existence on the Norland Continent. His previous two encounters were also very brief. Be it the stone statue in the black fog, or the throne in the stone temple, he couldn’t find correspondence between them and the Great Old Ones that he recently read about.

  After the system translated the parchment that Irina got from Krassu, he knew it was a sorcerer’s prayer that was praising the power and legend of an evil god named Meredith. It had also mentioned a few other evil gods, and showed their fanatical adoration.

  The last paragraph attracted his attention. “The Great Old Ones will return one day to rule this world again!”


  And did all the anomalies that suddenly appeared in this world mean that their return had already begun?

  “What are the Great Old Ones? Can they be eaten? What do they look like?” Irina asked Mag curiously.

  “The Great Old Ones in the legends are perhaps indescribable beings that have all kinds of tentacles,” Mag answered after seriously pondering for a while.

  “Tentacles? That sounds rather gross? Can you cook it?” Irina furrowed her brows.

  “Teppan grill squid sounds quite good,” Mag said after thinking for a while.

  “Alright. Let’s catch a Great Old One in the future to try it out. I just wonder if its meat will be too rough to chew after a few million years.” Irina was already tempted to try.

  “After all, this world was once theirs, we have to give them some respect, right?” Mag didn’t know to laugh or to cry. She said it as if they could defeat them easily. He wasn’t even confident that he could cut the tentacles from the Great Old Ones who were sealed up and make them into teppan grill squid.

  “With regard to Blour, I still haven’t received any news about him yet. But I am certain that he didn’t end up in Helena’s grasp.” Mag changed the topic.

  Irina already knew that Blour was Shirley. She shook her head. “I, too, haven’t received any news from him. Currently, I don’t have many sources for information, but I will definitely go rescue him if he is captured by Helena.”


  “Maybe he was affected by the news of his father’s death. I hope he will calm down.” Mag sighed. He watched Blour’s father fearlessly charge toward those people who surrounded Irina to buy them some time.

  “Sooner or later, I will make them pay for this,” Irina said with a cold expression.

  Mag remained quiet. He naturally knew about Irina’s character.

  “I will continue to get people to help us find him as soon as possible,” said Mag.

  “You said you will be leaving for the Falk Tribe two days later. Have you already got a plan?” Irina asked, changing the topic.

  Mag nodded slightly. “I don’t have a detailed plan currently. The number one objective is to rescue Connie’s brother. The second is to find a chance to disrupt the kingslayer Gary’s conferring ceremony, and neutralize the possibility of the alliance of the Falk Tribe and the Aug Tribe. The orcs will be standing on the prowar side once these two tribes form an alliance.”


  “No plan is usually the best plan. Isn’t it just stirring up trouble so bad that there is no way to calm things down? I am very good at that,” Irina smilingly said with brightening eyes.

  Mag secretly sighed for the Falk Tribe as he looked at Irina who had a bright glow in her eyes. People usually didn’t end well if they got targeted by this lady.

  “Little Amy and Anna are already asleep. Shouldn’t we be doing something interesting on this quiet night?” Irina asked as she leaned against the door. Her long and slender leg was revealed from her loose sleeping robe, and her smooth long silver hair was let down on her back.

  Mag coolly considered it for a while before taking out the tablet. “Why don’t we watch

  together?”


  “You can watch it yourself.” Irina turned and walked into the bedroom angrily. She instantly slammed the door shut.

  “Phew~ What a close shave.”


  Mag heaved a breath of relief, and then wiped away the cold sweat on his forehead. He seemed to have been targeted by some big shot at that instant.

  It was fortunate that he was quick-witted.

  “
is so interesting.” Mag unlocked the tablet, and enjoyed two episodes before he switched off the lights and turned in.

  ***

  The night was getting very late, and the majority of the people in Chaos City were already sleeping. The suspicious people who were roaming around had greatly decreased after the Gentlemen’s League went through with them. Even the homeless men went back to hide under the bridge. They no longer dared to come out to frighten the young ladies.

  Even the slums in the north of the city hadn’t had any vicious events for a long time. All the known thugs were sent to Bastie Prison by the Gentlemen who had transformed into Sherlock Holmes as they gathered the evidence against them.

  Because of a shortage of prison cells, the population density of Bastie Prison increased instantaneously. Apparently, it even triggered the dissatisfaction of some original occupants.

  Meanwhile, the Gray Temple and the city lord’s castle’s patrols increased their frequency, and really achieved the objective of letting the residents have a good night’s rest.

  ***

  In the dark prison of the Gray Temple no light could reach, there was no difference between day and night.

  Terrifying screams reverberated throughout the empty and eerie corridor from the segregated cells. They formed echos at the far end, and only disappeared after a long time.

  There was a dimly lit oil lamp at the end of the corridor. Borg was standing under the lamp as he snuffed some fine tobacco into his bamboo smoking pipe. He used a flint to light it up and then take a deep breath as he asked his subordinate who hurried out of the cell with a piece of paper, “How is it?”


  “Chief, we have used all kinds of torture, but Blaze still insists that he did everything alone. He confessed about everyone under his supervision, and there was nobody above him.” That subordinate handed the piece of paper to Borg.

  Borg took the paper and glanced through the contents quickly before smirking coldly. “Is there really no one else above him, or he was still hoping for something?”