CHAPTER 562: CHAPTER 383 CHARGE AT THE POPE 2

She didn’t care about Gwendolin’s condition, but if Shalivan really invaded the Royal City, then her friends in the Royal City...

Without a doubt, the crowd’s attitude was whipped into a frenzy. The moment Ceder’s speech ended, people who couldn’t hold back rushed to the bonfire, eager to teleport to Yilushier.

"Very good, very good, shout, get angry, everyone charge at Shalivan together!" Luluwo cast magic with emotion-stirring effects, while the adventurers below were willing to be stirred up.

Immediately half of the people dispersed, and looking closer, those sharpening their weapons were mostly Dark Moon Swords.

It seems this "pre-battle speech" was very successful.

Watching the fervent crowd, Ceder exhaled and forced himself to maintain a straight face, thinking:

I feel like no one cares that I defeated Ornstein and Smough, everyone’s attention is all on Shalivan...

Then what was all my effort over the past few days for!

At this moment, Luluwo suddenly poked his side waist and with eyes sparkling, said admiringly: "President, you actually defeated Ornstein and Smough? Truly the pinnacle legend of Gold Level adventurers, my reverence for you is like..."

A silence technique was cast, and Luluwo immediately fell silent, unable to even whimper.

"Alright, I can tell the difference between true admiration and false flattery."

Ceder rubbed his brow and said, "Speak, what do you want to ask me for?"

Luluwo immediately smiled, her eyes curved like a crescent moon.

After the crowd dispersed, in the Bed City adventurer’s guild.

"I didn’t expect you, President, to really clear the Painting World; I thought I’d see you at the Resurrection House in a few days."

"I’m starting to regret lifting your silence technique."

"Alright, alright, I won’t mention this anymore."

Seeing Ceder gradually show impatience, Luluwo quickly turned to the business at hand.

She took out a tiny notebook from her pocket and placed it on the table, pushing it towards the President. It didn’t seem like hers as it looked a bit worn and had unknown creature fur stuck on it, carrying a wolf scent.

"This is what you entrusted me to do before entering Yanor Londo, and now it’s been completed successfully," flipping to a certain page in the notebook, she said, "Dal and the others took great pains to obtain a Dark Moon Priest Ring, allowing a Fran Guard to meet with Gwendolin, and this is the reaction recorded here."

Adventurers can only have one oath on them at the same time, changing oaths means resetting the contributions made to the previous oath to zero, although the rewards obtained remain, the accumulation of offered oath items is cleared, requiring a fresh start for subsequent higher-level rewards, and already exchanged rewards won’t appear again.

So Dal found a Dark Moon Sword Oath Taker who could likely endure the Wolf Blood test to join, first helping the person obtain twenty ears to exchange for a Dark Moon Priest Ring, which was an essential condition to meet Gwendolin, then helped the person change the oath to become a Fran Guard, allowing entrance to the Painting World.

Fran Guard is currently the only oath with potential for failure; adventurers who can’t endure Wolf Blood transform into frenzied wolfmen, requiring multiple deaths to recover and remain weak for a long time—it’s possible to use monstrous wolves to jointly share the burden of Wolf Blood to reduce pain, but few like Dal possess a harmonious wolf pack.

Thus, currently, there are the fewest numbers of Fran Guard Oath Takers.

"Efficient, young people these days are remarkably capable."

Ceder flipped through the notebook, which had Gwendolin’s words upon meeting a Fran Guard recorded in rough notes.

[A strange oath, Wolf Blood, traces of Artorias... what does this mean?]

[You bear the scent of the Black Forest Courtyard, yet it is too faint, why is there an Abyss...]

[Ah, I understand... such a thing exists in the world, you may leave.]

"That’s it?"

Ceder shook the notebook, unable to believe it only contained three sentences.

"Those are the only three sentences; no matter how long you stay at the Fog Gate, she won’t say anything more."

Luluwo suddenly asked curiously, "President, do you think she might have realized something, like her identity or the truth of the Painting World or something."

Ceder pondered and said, "I once thought residual shadows would go insane upon realizing their essence, but if the shadow’s predecessor was a god, then perhaps it’s hard to say."

After a moment, he closed the notebook.

"Since this supposed reaction is only these three sentences with no further words, there’s no need to focus on it. As per your previous suggestion, the guild will once more organize an exploration team, no, it should be called a crusade team."

If the stirred up adventurers can truly achieve the first kill of Pope Shalivan’s phantom, that would be best; if not, the information they bring back will become "food" for the guild’s crusade team, aiding them in increasing their chances of success.

"Ah, but before the crusade team departs, I’d like to wait for a certain person to return, can I? She’s been missing for almost two weeks."

Luluwo gazed across the sky, saying:

"President, do you know Elsa? I believe she should be the main force of the crusade team."

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Meanwhile, in Yilushier of the Cold Valley.

Although her clothes were tattered and she was covered in dust, Elsa, feeling more invigorated than ever, was walking through this city.