Taking out the prepared Sadness of the Faceless Man from the Yazama Karashi, such a treasure that is fought over in the current world is probably no different from roadside weeds for the Immortal before him.

"The address is in Moncalleta Kingdom’s Hedan Royal City, the recipient is Simmons George, he should be in their family’s castle now," Li Xin said. According to the Messenger Covenant, the messenger would automatically obtain the corresponding information, but it’s uncertain if it’s really that powerful. Then, reluctantly, he took out a Gold Lira. This texture, this color, this luster, this trust—this little treasure soon would not belong to him.

The Immortal coldly took the Gold Lira, nodded slightly, and slowly dissipated into the darkness.

A gust of cold wind blew in, making Li Xin shiver; he hurriedly closed the window. Why was the wind particularly cold today? He snuggled into his bed, clenched his fists—it’s time to make money again, life was getting harder to sustain. Should he look for Meng Po tomorrow to change his luck? ...No, there’s a fee.

The same night, yet a different night, the late night in Hedan was still warm and pleasant. Lying in a luxurious, soft four-meter bed in the manor, Simmons was tossing and turning, contemplating life. Having absorbed the Angel’s Heart and the Dragon Race’s power, he progressed daily. Yet in his mental simulation battles, he couldn’t imagine how Brother Li defeated the Greedy Angel, a Divine Angel, reputedly the most resilient among angels, capable of absorbing other life forces to replenish itself. How could such an angel die?

Three Lives transcendence, Three Lives divinity—the first three lives of the Divine Relic are for transformation, while the next three lives aim ultimately to obtain divinity. If one does not obtain divinity during the Four Lives to Six Lives period, it won’t happen thereafter.

What is the concept of a Divine Angel? Most people, even ordinary hidden ones, would be just awestruck without understanding. But the George Family is too aware of the terror and unlimited potential of Divine Angels. Any family possessing a Divine Angel with complete divinity essentially has an eternal being, even the King must offer independent respect, all built on absolute power. Yet such a presence vanished just like that.

Sometimes, during training in the Knight Order, seeing the envious and admiring gazes around him, Simmons felt smug; the resources and opportunities he now received were growing exponentially. Even looking across Dao Yuan, it was quite top-notch. But sometimes, waking at night, he still felt like a piece of trash.

His talent was indeed lacking.

Sadness of the Faceless Man, judging by Brother Li’s statement, he reckoned it must be the masterpiece of a top-notch Mask Maker. Most masks are effective for only a short period, but when realism, longevity, resistance to hidden power, etc., are combined, it’s an extraordinary Secret Item.

It’s a pity, he didn’t know when it would be delivered. He’d go find Prince Achilles after dawn to inquire, ...but no, he’d surely be asleep, at least until noon.

Suddenly, he wondered how Brother Li, now in Dragon Capital, with only a spirit cat capable of relaying messages, would send it to Hedan?

Even long-distance flying messengers would require several days; it’s challenging. Heh, it’s time to test Brother Li.

Simmons looked out the window, even somewhat expectant. There aren’t many things that could trouble Brother Li.

A second later, Simmons’s body suddenly went numb, his pupils dilated—when did two ghost fires start floating by the window, staring woodenly at him?

Instantly, his mind buzzed. Seconds later, it was like his soul returned to his body, and his gaze became clear.

Immortal!

Shit! This was the first time seeing an Immortal after leaving Secret Castle!

What the hell, could it really be actively retrieved?

The Immortal just stared at him fixedly. Simmons got out of bed and bravely stepped forward. He was a member of the Secret Castle Association, having lived with Immortals for a long time, and adhered to all actions according to the Secret Castle’s rules. These ancient presences strictly follow the rules. ...Importantly, resistance was futile, so Simmons calmed down.

The Immortal reached towards the window, placed a box in his palm. Simmons’s heart pounded fiercely, and he respectfully took the box.

"Immortal Lord, is this from Li... His Highness Avogadro?"

The Immortal nodded slowly.

"I’ve received it, thank you for your hard work, Immortal Lord," Simmons expressed gratitude according to noble etiquette.

The Immortal didn’t react, his form gradually faded, disappearing into the night.

For a while, Simmons stared blankly at the box in his hand, then at the window, then at the box again, and finally at his own mundane large bed. Tonight was destined for insomnia...

In the middle of the night, Simmons turned over in bed and sat up, still unable to accept it, "Don’t Immortals care about face?"

...

Sunday morning began with sunlight and cheerful birds chirping brightly.

Cantona walked out of the inn. He had arrived at Five Claw Island, parted ways with Captain McClooney of the Dawn, and it was better to separate sooner; he didn’t want to implicate him.

The Rock Inn was considered high-end on Five Claw Island. Cantona didn’t hide his whereabouts, came openly, eating and drinking as he pleased. He had reconciled with himself—the Nether God’s Court and Death Church surely discovered his traces. He was right there, waiting to see how they’d handle him.

Once he figured it out, there was nothing to care about. Instead, he felt relieved; he hoped Mr. Gemini would swiftly retrieve the Tears of the Dead. Only messengers capable of traversing the Spirit Realm could arrive at Five Claw Island in a short time, and such messengers couldn’t be possessed by ordinary superhumans.

Within the Round Table Conference, Mr. Gemini was the most exceptional from his perspective. Though Cancer seemed the most formidable, actually Mr. Gemini better reflected the demeanor of a strong individual. However, even for a strong individual, possessing such a messenger was immensely challenging.

If such a messenger indeed arrived, it would likely reveal Mr. Gemini’s origins.

Breakfast was abundant, and Cantona ate with ease. After all, dying with money unspent wasn’t something worth celebrating.

In Li Long United Kingdom, a splendid manor shrouded in mist.

Christian was diligently writing in his beloved red diary at the table, with a steaming cup of coffee to his right. This was Christian’s happy time.

"Taurus this old fellow is acting strange, glancing at Virgo three times, his actions were abrupt. It’s quite possible something occurred between him and Virgo recently."

Christian paused his writing, contemplating briefly. He recalled a shimmer from Virgo’s stars. It wasn’t an illusion, and Taurus wouldn’t frequently pay attention to Virgo without cause—meaning Virgo had reached the Twelve Zodiac Star Disc and had interactions with Taurus. But for some reason, Taurus kept it secret.

"Taurus has ambition; need to be cautious."

"Gemini is somewhat adorably foolish, so invested in a Night Patrol’s case, despite wasting his precious cultivation time, but determined to be a good person. Consider being nicer to him in the future."

"Libra’s behavior was a bit unexpected; initially low-key upon arriving at the Round Table Conference, as he became familiar, he began to reveal his deeply restless nature. Note it down, continue observing."

"Virgo..."