"Da da da..."

Crisp but hasty footsteps sounded in the corridors of this magnificent church.

Ilumi hid under the eaves above the corridor, holding her legs on the corner of the wall to prevent herself from falling.

"Hu~hu~"

A 60-year-old man wearing an expensive suit was running in the spacious corridor, breathing rapidly and looking back from time to time.

It was as if something was chasing him behind him.

"This person should be from the Presbyterian Church."

Illumi judged his status in Meteor Street by his clothes.

Most ordinary people in Meteor Street wear low-quality robes, white or black.

Only people with a high enough status and enough money will wear expensive suits and look like a successful person.

In fact, he is indeed a successful person and has a lot of power.

Dusana, who claims to be fifty years old, may actually be over sixty years old.

He is one of the members of the Presbyterian Council of Meteor Street. His duty is to collect all kinds of information from the outside world for Meteor Street, and he has many intelligence personnel under his command.

They are said to be intelligence officers, but most of them are just vagrants in the eyes of outsiders.

"Da da da..."

Dusana turned back while running, passed through the spacious corridor, passed the splendid church hall, left the hall through the side door, and entered the interior of the church.

From here on, it's pitch black.

"What is this old man afraid of?"

Ilumi followed him, her body hidden in the darkness.

Originally, he planned to knock him out and take him away so that he could help him find Spiro's whereabouts.

But seeing the old man running away in panic, Yilumi became interested. He wanted to see what the old man was running from.

"Ha~ha~"

Dusana panted heavily, looking back behind him from time to time, stumbling on his feet.

Yilumi could see that he was obviously unable to run, but he was still trying to escape.

This is another corridor at the back of the church, without lights and pitch black.

The moonlight pours in like a waterfall, illuminating many exquisite oil paintings on the walls, bringing a sense of eerieness to the silent corridor.

"Da... da..."

At this time, there was a burst of rhythmic footsteps from the other side of the corridor, and a figure slowly walked towards him dragging a long shadow, and his face could not be seen clearly.

Dusana looked back, his face turned pale with fright, and he ran forward even more hurriedly with staggering steps.

Ilumi hid in the darkness and watched this scene with interest.

A figure wearing a black robe and a hood walked slowly towards Dusana.

His movements were very slow, but his speed was just enough to hang behind Dusana, like a cat catching a mouse, just to tease him.

"Hurry, hurry up!"

Dusana urged herself, turned left at the corner of the corridor, and stood in front of the wall hanging with the oil painting "Smiling Mother and Crying Baby".

"Uh-huh~"

Dusana put his hands on the frames on both sides of the painting, making a sound of force in his throat, and took the painting off the wall with great difficulty.

"Dusana~"

A hoarse and crazy voice sounded.

Dusana was so frightened that his whole body trembled, his hands loosened, and the oil painting fell to the ground.

"You can't kill me!"

Dusana roared angrily and pressed a mechanism on the wall with his left hand in panic.

With a "bang", an iron door lowered from the eaves of the corridor, blocking the black shadow from outside.

"Chi chi chi..."

However, the black-robed figure raised his right arm and waved it quickly.

"Kaka..."

After a while, the steel bars on the iron door broke one by one and fell to the ground with a clang.

Dusana was so frightened that he stepped back, stepped on the overturned oil painting, and sat down on the oil painting on the ground with a bang.

"Give the thing back to me~!"

The man in black robe held a slender black whip in his hand and slowly walked towards Dusana.

"You took something that didn't belong to you, Dusana~"

Dusana was so frightened that his feet became weak, his head was covered in cold sweat, and he kept backing away with his hands on the ground.

"I...I don't know what you are talking about?"

"I took everything...that I deserved."

"Da... da..."

The black-robed figure gradually approached Dusana, and his hoarse voice echoed in the corridor.

"You would rather die... than give up that pile of stuff full of stench and decay~"

"No...please..."

Dusana turned over and crawled backwards, like a lizard, looking at the man in black robes with fear in his eyes.

"You are asking for death~"

The man in black robe stopped behind the crawling Dusana, lifted his hood, revealing a hair style like a hedgehog.

It was Spiro. He raised his right arm high and his slender whip slowly swayed on the ground.

"Wait a minute..."

Dusana suddenly turned around and raised his right hand in a gesture of surrender.

"Lord, forgive me."

Dusana closed his eyes and prayed, holding back his fear and got up, pressed hard on the wall, and the wall instantly sunk into a square area.

"Rumble..."

Along with a shaking sound, the wall in front of the two people opened a gap and slowly started to rotate.

After the secret door was fully opened, a narrow passage was revealed inside, with candles lit in the passage and the light was dim.

"What you want is right here."

Dusana looked at Spiro and said in a trembling voice. There were beads of sweat on his forehead as he entered the secret passage with staggering steps.

The slender black whip in Spiro's hand disappeared and followed him into the secret passage.

"lead the way."

After the two entered the secret passage, Spiro urged.

Dusana pressed hard on the wall next to him, then stopped caring about the secret door, and the two of them walked towards the end of the passage.

"Rumble..."

The secret door slowly turned and was about to close.

"Whoa!"

In an instant, a black shadow flashed into it.

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"Barahona, an ancient kingdom thousands of years ago."

Dusana led Spiro forward in the passage, and Dusana's trembling voice sounded in the passage.

"Legend has it that the king of Barahona, Barahona VII, once received a secret treasure donated by a reclusive man."

"This secret treasure can fulfill the user's wishes and allow the user to get what they dream of."

"After Barahona VII learned about the power of this secret treasure, he immediately ordered the people to kill the reclusive person who contributed the secret treasure."

"Barahona VII obtained the secret treasure, and in the following seven years, the country's power rose sharply and expanded wildly."

"But on the first day of the eighth year, the capital of the Kingdom of Barahona, [San Manzanillo], turned into a dead city overnight."

"The prosperous Kingdom of Barahona was carved up by the surrounding countries and annihilated in the long river of history."

Spiro looked at the chattering Dusana, bared his teeth and said in a hoarse voice.

"Why are you telling me these inexplicable things~?"

Dusana stopped talking and led Spiro to an iron door, took out a key and opened it with a click.

"The secret treasure obtained by Baraona VII..."

Dusana's mood seemed to have calmed down a lot. He stood in front of the iron gate, looked at Spiro, and said in a deep voice.

"It's what your ancestors passed down, and it's what you want now - [The Face of Greed]."
Chapter completed!