"Those people said they don't want to go with you."

Sigmons said to the man who called himself the presiding judge with some embarrassment.

"Why? Are you not satisfied with the reward I gave you?"

"no."

"Or do they not believe what I said is true?"

"How is it possible? They all saw the monster's body."

After William killed the web spinner, the soul-eating spider demons parasitizing in the miners were vomited out by them. The limbs of a few severely parasitic miners were transformed into the structure of moon monsters, and the transformed limbs also followed the web weaver.

The death of the nether turned into black salt crystals and dissipated.

Fortunately, no one died from this, and the few people who were most parasitic only suffered from disabilities.

The huge difference between the revised cognition in the past two months and the current status quo caused them to fall into chaos. Many people could not calm down enough to understand human words for a long time, until William released a [Wide Area Calm].

These people became quiet.

After a brief explanation, William arranged for Sigmons and Colter to appease the miners, while he wiped out all the imprisoned ghosts, and then walked to the hill made of skulls to inspect.

He was familiar with this style of skulls stacked into temples. Before the Moon Worship in the Blackwater Kingdom was completely eradicated, this skull temple could be considered a semi-public altar for Moon worship.

The belief in the Three Moon Goddesses was once popular in the Blackwater Kingdom, and many of the customs and habits that have been passed down to this day were also formed at that time.

Such as burial and ancestor worship.

Because there is real necromancy in this world, in order to prevent the rampage of zombies, ghosts or water ghosts, all races in the Vic continent have popularized cremation a long time ago.

But only the Blackwater Swamp area insists on using burials to this day, because people here firmly believe that cremating the corpses of the deceased will dissipate the souls of their ancestors, making it impossible to communicate with their ancestors.

Even though the Watchers of the End later revealed that this custom was largely a conspiracy by the Hungry Lady to expand her domain, and that many of the so-called manifestations of ancestor souls were just disguises made by the Whispering Queen to weave a web of conspiracy, most of them

Most ancestors' dreams are also a means for the Lord of Nightmares to absorb the intense emotions of mortals under the guise of dreams.

But the inertia of customs that has lasted for thousands of years is not so easy to change.

When William was wandering around Thorn City previously, he discovered that although the Church of the Holy Spirit can provide a full set of cremation and requiem ceremonies, more local residents still choose to bury the dead in the large cemetery outside the city.

The temple made of piled skulls in front of you is a reflection of this. In those days, when a natural disaster or war occurred in the Blackwater Kingdom, and a large number of dead people came but there was no time to bury them, they would choose to leave only the heads of the dead and bury them instead.

The body was cremated to prevent the spread of the great plague.

And this kind of place where skulls are piled up can easily become a place used by the Moon Realm Cult to hold ceremonies afterwards.

But why is it under the Silverstream Mine? More importantly, what is the purpose of being here?

William walked to the statue of the Three Goddesses, trying to find some clues there, but at this time Sigmons came over and told him that some miners were unwilling to accept his offer of three times the market price to hire them to excavate the ruins.

"Why is that? I don't think they have the power to say no."

William's words made Sigmons change his face slightly. He hesitated for a while and said.

"Your Excellency, the people here are very grateful to you for saving them. They all believe that you are a kind person..."

William turned his head when he heard this.

"Do you mean you think I'm holding them hostage with kindness, or do you think I'm threatening them with power?"

"Absolutely not, and about half of the miners, including me, are willing to accept your commission, but the rest..."

"I see……"

William sighed.

"They don't dare to follow me because they are worried that I will kill the court mage and completely offend that Duke Simon, right?"

Sigmons nodded slightly.

"As long as he is still in Blackwater Province, no one dares to disobey Duke Simon. Even if he deceived us and applied unknown magic, he is still the lord with the power of life and death... Those people feel that,

If I were to follow you, the person who killed the Duke's court mage, the nature would be completely different."

"You know why I said they don't have the power to say no?"

Sigmons shook his head.

William sighed.

"If they don't follow me, they really have no way out."

As he spoke, he looked at the miners who were unwilling to accept his employment.

They gathered together to discuss something in a low voice. When William looked at them, they all lowered their heads and saluted, with flattering smiles on their faces.

He shook his head deep in his heart.

"The shackles parasitic in the body are easy to remove, but the shackles buried in the soul cannot be removed."

William sighed, and after speaking he looked at Sigmons and asked.

"Where are the people left who are willing to go?"

"Including those who have been injured, and those who are willing to go to other provinces to make a living after making this money."

"What about you? Are you planning to earn this money and go to other provinces to make a living?"

Sigmons shook his head.

"Your Majesty the Chief Judge, I heard you claim to be the Watcher of the End, the Thirteenth Judgment Seat. Although I don't know what the Thirteenth Judgment Seat means, but judging from the monster's reaction and the strength you have shown

Judging from it, it must not be a simple name."

"so what?"

"This might be my only chance."

"A chance to get ahead?"

"A chance for revenge."

Sigmons spoke word by word, and then he gritted his teeth and continued.

"There is still a chance to embark on the path of magic again."

William nodded, and then took out six pale blue gems from his pocket.

"Many years ago, the Endgame Watch had a branch that specialized in making weapons and building fortresses, which gathered the best architects, casters, enchanters, and alchemists in the entire continent. The one you are going to dig next

The ruins of the fortress were also made by them."

After William finished speaking, he threw the six gems into the air. The six gems hovered in mid-air, and the flashing electric light connected them into a hexagon, outlining a rippling portal.

"The name of this branch is the Masonic Order. I have inquired before. This organization was disbanded by the empire after the conquest of Terra and ceased to exist."

Seeing a portal suddenly opened here, the crowd of miners not far away let out a burst of exclamation.

Sigmons, on the other hand, couldn't help but be tranced as he looked at the dilapidated and ancient fortress on the other side of the portal.

"Sigmons, take whoever wants to go through this door."

William said to the stunned Sigmons. Before he could answer, he raised his voice and said in an extremely solemn tone.
Chapter completed!