The person who posted the tomb exploration commission was a lady wearing a black court dress.
Her condition looked quite strange—reserved and quiet, with pale skin, like a doll.
Was this determined by her own Beyonder Sequence?
Silas observed her through the half-covered window, thinking to himself.
The Shepherd's spirituality was sending him a warning, telling him that the lamb on the other side had a high Sequence and should be the same as him, a Sequence 5 powerhouse.
"Can you explain the specifics of that tomb?"
Silas said.
"Since you're looking for people to explore the tomb together, that means there's danger inside, right?
I need to decide whether to participate in the exploration based on the specific information you provide."
"Are you a Beyonder of Sequence 5 or above?"
The other party asked in an illusory, drifting voice. If she weren't right in front of him, Silas would think he was talking to a female ghost.
"That's right. I'm a Sequence 5 Beyonder."
Silas answered with certainty.
The other side was silent for a moment before slowly speaking:
"At a Beyonder gathering my friend attended, someone discovered an ancient tomb.
They examined the tomb's perimeter and confirmed it was a Fourth Epoch noble mausoleum.
Sensing there might be danger inside, they decided to organize a team of sufficiently strong people to explore it."
"And then?"
"Then none of those people came back."
The woman in the court dress said in an ethereal voice.
Just like the standard ending of a ghost story.
Silas thought to himself.
He heard the other side continue, "My friend was also friends with one of the exploration team members.
Through his personal belongings, I used divination to find him, or rather, his corpse."
"They died in the tomb?"
"That's right. I found the tomb entrance, and divination showed those people died inside.
But that tomb gave me an extremely dangerous feeling, so I didn't go in," the woman said.
So that's why she was looking for help, and why she set the requirements so high.
Even among the Beyonders attending the Queen's gathering, those who could reach Sequence 5 were in the minority.
"Didn't you consider reporting this to the Queen and directly exchanging it for a reward?"
Silas asked.
"The Queen has been very busy lately."
The other party answered briefly.
True, she'd been busy investigating MI9 recently.
"How can you be sure this tomb belongs to a Fourth Epoch noble?"
"According to the previous exploration team's investigation, the tomb's style and specifications belong to the Fourth Epoch.
They also discovered that the tomb's owner was named Amon."
Amon?
Silas thought for a moment and answered earnestly:
"Never heard of him."
"..."
The opposite booth fell silent.
After a moment, the woman in the court dress spoke again, "That's roughly all the specific information."
After finishing, she quieted down, as if waiting for Silas to make a decision.
To be honest, just hearing the description already sounds very dangerous.
After thinking for a moment, Silas asked again, "Will it just be the two of us?"
"I've already invited some other Sequence 5s at other gatherings. Two people have confirmed their participation."
I see.
If there were others to share the risk, it seemed not so hard to accept. Corresponding to high risk was high reward.
The things left behind in a tomb from the previous epoch would surely be quite good.
Although the tomb might be dangerous, at present, Silas had strong survival abilities, and he also had that teleportation stone Fors gave him.
If things really reached an extremely dangerous situation, he could also use the stone to escape.
Silas wasn't worried about the other party deceiving him, because this was the Queen's gathering. Anyone who dared to cause trouble would meet a terrible end.
"I've decided to participate."
After weighing things, Silas said, "Happy cooperation."
"Happy cooperation."
The other party replied, her voice still calm, revealing no emotional fluctuation.
"Rustle, rustle..."
The wall composed of vines dispersed. The barrier obscuring both their faces disappeared, and the other party's face was thus exposed before him.
She was a woman with features as delicate as a doll's, with pale skin. On her light golden hair sat a small, delicate hat, and her azure eyes gazed calmly at Silas.
"Sharron."
She stood up again, lifted her skirt hem in greeting.
"Kafka Anderson."
Silas also nodded to her, giving his alias.
"May I ask what pathway your Sequence 5 is from?"
"That's not important.
I can only tell you that among those at Sequence 5, I'm in the tier that's relatively good at fighting."
"...I understand. Anderson, I'll continue recruiting others to form the team.
One week from now in the evening, we'll meet in front of the Tussock River valley in the outskirts."
The woman named Sharron concisely gave the meeting location.
"Fine."
Silas nodded. "Then how do we divide what we get?"
"At that time, according to each person's contribution."
After quickly settling the schedule, their two booths separated again.
Shortly after Silas returned to his original position, an invisible servant came forward to tell him that a customer could provide the singing tube from a Demonic Throat Honey.
He spent a price slightly higher than market value to get the last bit of material for the "Instigator" potion into his hands.
After returning home today, I'll prepare the potion for Cecilia and help her advance to Sequence 8.
Silas thought this in his mind. When the gathering ended, he followed the yellow brick road back to his home.
However, is that tomb really suitable for Sequence 5s to enter?
Stepping on the yellow bricks, Silas walked while involuntarily recalling the details of his conversation with Sharron just now.
Besides me, she's already found two Sequence 5s, but looking at her performance, she still felt the number wasn't enough.
It seems that tomb really is extremely dangerous... So then, for what reason is she rushing to explore it at such risk?
Perhaps she had her own reasons.
Silas shook his head.
Speaking of which, would Klein know more information about that tomb? After all, he was a top student in the history department at Hoy University, so perhaps he understood more about Fourth Epoch history.
Hmm, I can tell him the name of the tomb's owner. I remember it was called...
"Amon."
Silas recalled slightly, then softly spoke that name.
"Buzzzz..."
A piercing shriek suddenly echoed in his mind. He clutched his head as he suddenly heard chaotic ravings exploding beside his ears.
It hurts!
What's happening?
Silas clutched his head. The intense pain made it difficult for him to maintain control, and his steps on the brick road became unsteady.
Is it because I called out that name, or did I just happen to encounter the True Creator's ravings?
He thought with alarm and uncertainty.
The world before his eyes gradually became twisted and chaotic. In the colorful mist, there seemed to be countless prying eyes gazing at him with malice.
Hold on, I'll be back soon...
Silas gripped the pea sprout. His other hand clutched the singing tube from the Demonic Throat Honey.
Finally, just before completely falling into madness, he returned to his residence.
"This is your auxiliary material..."
He only had time to say one sentence to his sister before being pulled into deep hallucinations.