Watching Mr. Riddle eat, Shade was not worried that he would suddenly eat too much and have a bad stomach. [Full Food] has an excellent healing effect on gastrointestinal problems.

But Mr. Riddle did not eat all the food. Instead, after eating a third of the food, he asked Shade for a wooden box. He put the remaining food on a plate and put it into the box.

Looks like I'm saving it for later.

After all, no one can stand the thought of eating biscuits for who knows how long.

Tasting normal human food again made Mr. Riddle, who was on the verge of mental collapse, become much more energetic. Coupled with the appearance of Shade, he had another person to talk to, and this gentleman's mental state improved significantly.

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Before starting the gambling game again, Shade asked Mr. Riddle about the origin of the gods summoned by this gambling table. The middle-aged man who stayed here for a long time gave the answer as expected:

"This is the holy symbol of the gods."

He wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his robe. Although there was still blood in his eyes, at least he no longer trembled when he spoke.

Asking Shade for paper and pen, Mr. Riddle drew a complicated pattern on Shade's notebook. Probably because he hadn't written for a long time, his hands were shaking a little:

"Every time I fell into a deep sleep, I would dream about this symbol, and I would hear someone urging me to continue gambling, as if as soon as I closed my eyes, these corpses would whisper in my ears. I even had a premonition that even if it was me

Find another way to leave the Dreadfort. As long as I don't complete the gamble, I will continue to hear this voice throughout my life until I come back here and sit down at the table again."

After drawing the Holy Emblem, Mr. Riddle returned the pen to Shade, then lowered his head and closed his eyes to pray to [Mr. Huan]. Because he already knew that [Mr. Huan] was [Ouroboros], he finally drew it on his chest.

The circular holy emblem is, as expected, an abstract representation of the Ouroboros.

Shade looked at the "God of Gamblers" holy emblem on his notebook and smiled, thinking that with this, he would be able to find clues about this god at the time of the Sixth Age.

Ready to compete with the gods again, Mr. Riddle took a few breaths and sat back on the chair on the side of the square table. With the swaying of the kerosene lamp and the glow of the candle that was lit again, the other half of the room was illuminated.

Let the figure in black robe reappear.

Cracks appeared on the surface of Shade's body again, and Mr. Riddle groaned in pain. The air became a little viscous, and every breath had to use up the strength of the lungs to obtain oxygen. He obviously looked humanoid, but he

It takes up much more space than meets the eye.

"I found your story."

Shade whispered behind Mr. Riddle and told the information he saw:

"When you were 32 years old, you went to sea with the fleet from the Eastern Continent to the Southern Continent. During the voyage, you encountered a storm at sea. During the storm, you encountered..."

Shade paused for a moment, but Mr. Riddle covered his head and lowered his head, and actually continued:

"Kraken - eight-legged kraken!"

With the reminder, he also recalled this memory.

Mr. Riddle put his hand on the third groove in front of him. After taking his hand away, a third card appeared. In the pattern on the card, Mr. Riddle grabbed a wooden board on the rough sea.

Behind him, dense tentacles stretched out from under the sea level, entangling the ship and dragging it into the sea.

The name of the gilded card is [Deep Sea Troll].

"But how did you survive this time?"

Shade asked curiously. The information only said that this gentleman was one of the few survivors of the accident:

"Could it be that the sea monster is not interested in you?"

The middle-aged man in a brown robe covered his head in pain:

"At that time, I was carrying a wooden statue borrowed from a friend. It was the statue of the god [Lord of the Scarlet Spiral]. I thought that the sea monster probably let me go because he didn't want to offend the statue."

Hearing the familiar name, Shade raised his eyebrows:

"Your life is truly extraordinary."

"I just want to know more things and write down the secrets of the world."

Mr. Riddle shook his head violently, as if trying to drive away something invisible. In the groove on the opposite side of the table, light flickered, and a third card representing the witch appeared.

Six grooves of different colors converge the light from the front of the six cards on the table to the center of the table. The three witches can effectively fight against the undead, giant dragons and ocean monsters covered with tentacles.

With only four cards, it was not clear which side had the upper hand, but with six targets fighting, it was obvious that Mr. Riddle's side was at a disadvantage.

The real characters corresponding to those three witch cards are probably thirteenth-level witches like Miss Feliana.

"Sir, what else have I experienced?"

Mr. Riddle asked again. Seeing that the situation on the table was not good, Shade could only choose the most powerful creature involved in the information provided by Luvia:

"You encountered a demon!"

"demon?"

"Yes, weird, an evil spirit left over from the third era. That was your experience when you were twenty-five years old. Think about it carefully, Mr. Riddle, reverse cross~"

"cross?"

"Think about it carefully. The reverse cross you brought from the ancient ruins is made of stone and wrapped in chains."

"Oh, I remembered it!"

Mr. Del looked down at the table, and then slowly placed his hand on the fourth groove. While Shade showed a surprised expression, the gentleman added a lot of information that Shade didn't know:

"That was many years ago. I followed the ancient legend and obtained a stone reverse cross from the ancient ruins excavated deep in the mountains of the Western Continent. What happened next was really terrifying...

...I forced myself to forget about it, and it turned out that I still had this experience."

The information that Shade saw still only had a few written records and a pencil sketch of a picture of an inverted cross:

"Mr. Riddle, if you encountered a demon, how did you survive?"

The answer may also be helpful to Shade.

The middle-aged man hesitated and thought for a moment, then took his hand away from the groove.

The fourth card appeared. On the card, Mr. Riddle was holding a suitcase and running out of an old house with a frightened expression. Behind the gate of the dilapidated house in the background, a pair of scarlet eyes were staring at him.

The name of the gilded card is [Shadow of the Devil]. Seeing that this record is also true, Shade has greater doubts about the record that this gentleman died at the age of 62. It is actually a miracle that he can survive to this day.

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The middle-aged man in brown robe seemed to be stuck in some kind of thinking, and it took him a long time to say again:

"In the mansion, the reverse cross was inserted into the ground, awakening the sleeping terrifying demon... Yes! I once helped a witch search for ancient information. As a reward, she used a red-hot seal to leave a mark on my body.

I left an irremovable mark, and that mark helped me expel the devil! Seeing that it couldn't get close to me for the time being, it left."

As he spoke, he rolled up the sleeve of his right hand. On his right arm, a disgusting burn scar was revealed in front of Shade.

At first glance, the mark looked like a scar, but upon closer inspection, it looked like several complex runes overlapped together. The dense lines and traces of burnt flesh made Shade feel a little nauseous.

After obtaining the other party's consent, Shade reached out and touched the scar. After the fingers touched, the sound in his ear immediately reminded Shade that he felt the extremely slight whispering element.

"Extremely humble? The brand seal used by that witch is a powerful anti-demon relic! Otherwise, it would be impossible for even the traces left by the seal to have this effect!"

Shade was shocked and hurriedly used the notebook he carried with him to record this complex symbol. After returning to his own time, even though he could not find the relic seal corresponding to the brand in the Sixth Age, he analyzed the symbol and said

You may not be able to obtain effective means of fighting against demons.

Just this one gain is enough for this trip.

While the two were talking, a card appeared in the fourth rectangular slot in front of the black-robed god across the table. Naturally, there was also a witch on the card. The fourth witch stood in the temple, holding a card with both hands.

The living holy symbol is praying.

Judging from the exposed pattern of about one-fifth of the Holy Emblem on the card, it is exactly what Mr. Riddle drew of the Holy Emblem in the dream.

The black light flows from the groove of [Devil's Shadow], along the slender grooves of the tabletop, and merges with the other seven flowing beams of light in the center of the tabletop through the overlapping grooves.

The brilliance of chaos became more powerful, and a strange darkness appeared in the sky above [Devil's Shadow]. The shape of the demon was that darkness, and the scarlet eyes that lit up made it look like a human.

Its body gradually overlapped with the surging undead tide, and with the roar of the demon, the two completely merged. The demon's size at least doubled, and together with the dragon and sea monster, it moved towards the table

The central area rushes away.

"The shadow of the devil interacts with the resurrection of the dead!"

Shade thought in his mind.

Although there were only three monsters left on Mr. Riddle's side, the demon in the form of darkness was able to suppress the witch when one against two. It controlled the darkness and cooperated with the dragon's breath and the sea monster's attack.

The tentacles, with almost one touch, beat the witches back steadily.

The battle that broke out above the table really opened Shade's eyes. The witches of the Fifth Age controlled the flying light bullets to create strange lights and shadows, and the roars of the monsters almost shattered the eardrums. Not only the light and shadow effects and sounds, but also the heat

Even the vibrations in the air caused by the burst of energy can be perfectly felt by Mr. Shade and Mr. Riddle at the table.

It seems that as the number of cards increases, the realism of these battles also becomes stronger. Now it only shocks Mr. Shade and Mr. Riddle. When all twenty cards are complete, Shade can hardly imagine what will happen.

Condition.

Halfway through the journey, Mr. Riddle was lost in memories, but Shade refused to waste time. The addition of the devil shifted the advantage of the battle to Mr. Riddle's side. Shade took advantage of this opportunity to combine the remaining two copies.

The information was told together:

"Mr. Riddle, when you were thirty-five years old, during an exploration into an underground cave, you and your companions accidentally fell into the underground abyss, and found a locked door in the abyss. Behind the door was an absorbing weapon.

The black one-handed sword of vitality. Can you recall this incident?"

Mr. Riddle covered his head and shook it a few times. After groaning in pain, he placed his hand on the fifth groove. After letting go of his hand, the card surface was covered with several silver chains connected to the wall, locked in
To be continued...