Deep within Mount Eoncrest, thick primordial trees were everywhere.
Each one was extraordinarily tall, their branches and leaves blotting out the sky and sun.
Even at high noon, the sunlight could only pierce through the gaps in the branches and leaves.
At that moment, dusk was setting in, and the primeval forest was already shrouded in darkness everywhere.
At that moment, several of the Curia's warriors clad in armor were treading carefully. Their steps on the thick layer of fallen leaves produced a faint rustling sound.
Those guys were all experts from the Curia.
The leader of the group was named Cassius. He was the head of the five-person team.
At that moment, Cassius raised his right hand, signaling the team members behind him to stop.
He murmured to himself, “Huh? I clearly saw some traces earlier that suggest someone had moved through here. How come there's nothing here once I get here?”
He and his subordinates carefully surveyed their surroundings.
At that moment, a drop of blood fell from the sky, landing on Cassius' face.
At first, Cassius didn't pay much attention, assuming it was just ordinary droplets of water falling, which were all too common in the forest.
In the very next second, he realized something was amiss because he distinctly smelled the scent of blood.
He lifted his hand, gently touched his face, then brought his finger close to his nose for a sniff. His eyes suddenly widened. This smells like human blood!
His hand instantly gripped the hilt of the sword at his waist. Slowly, he lifted his head, gazing up at the crown of a tree so thick it would take two people to wrap their arms around it.
His nearby teammates were puzzled. One of them couldn't help but ask, “What's going on?”
Cassius' face changed instantly, and he quickly raised a finger. “Quiet!”
Sadly, Nathan, who had been in a deep slumber up in the tree canopy, was awakened by the noise.
In a state of grogginess, Nathan faintly heard someone speaking, which abruptly jolted him awake.
What was even more surprising to them was that Nathan was clearly severely injured, having difficulty moving.
At that moment, they were all secretly thrilled.
After all, the pope told them that whoever slayed Nathan would receive a generous reward.
Nathan, supporting himself with one hand against the tree trunk, had just fallen from the tree canopy. Although he reacted in time to avoid injury, the fall aggravated his wound, causing him considerable pain.
At that moment, he was enduring the pain in his body. After glancing at Cassius a few times, he slowly asked, “Who are you, and how did you end up here?”
Cassius quickly said, “We are all from the Curia. Pope Eugene heard about your predicament and has sent quite a few people to look for you. Mr. Cross, are you all right? We will take you away immediately for treatment.”
As he spoke, he shot a glance at his companions. “What are you all standing around for? Hurry up and come over here to help Mr. Cross.”
His companions replied in unison, “Yes!”
They then pretended to step forward to help Nathan while actually gripping their sword handles tightly with a malicious expression.
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