"The full na of the painter Amos is Amos Morrison. He worshiped a False God whose na cannot be ntioned here... As long as you have an idea, I won’t specifically ntion it."
Annan’s expression grew slightly serious as he spoke softly, "His daughter, Elle Morrison, was sacrificed to that False God by him."
Upon hearing Annan’s words, the players’ focus sohow drifted to very strange places:
"— Skeleton Duke? Sounds like so sort of subspecies of the Lich King..."
"— Lich King (in the style of the Mist Continent)."
"— That’s not Amos, though; that’s Almos."
"— But Mr. Almos didn’t screw people over... instead, he just forgot his kid, right?"
"— Elle: My dear old dad, from the day I was born, the fish in Frostwater Harbor were murmuring your na, Almos..."
...These players really knew how to create a buzz.
Annan glanced at the barrage of comnts without leaving a trace, almost unable to keep from laughing out loud.
In order not to laugh, his expression instantly beca even more solemn as he added:
"This is a story that happened forty-five years ago... In reality, Elle Morrison’s original na was Eirelle Backer. She was seven years old when her mother Clara remarried, and that was when Elle changed her surna to Morrison."
Annan didn’t ntion that Elle’s biological father had died.
This was sothing he saw in the newspapers, but such intelligence could very well be half true and half false... but now, it could be confird as one hundred percent false.
After all, Annan had seen the man with the surna Backer in the hidden ending that Lin Yiyi displayed.
Not only did he not die, but he was also a Decree Wizard.
Annan could only pick out the parts he was certain of to discuss... while simultaneously giving the players a logical sneak peek of the plot.
Lest they again wildly speculate, forcing Annan to send anonymous comnts to forcefully steer them back on track.
"However, Elle and Amos were not related by blood. And to a young girl, the charm of Amos, a tall man with a good figure, handso features, and a well-known painter, was hard to resist..."
Annan paused slightly as he reached this point.
He turned his head, pretending to be sowhat shy and confused, and whispered, "So it’s reasonable that they would have a child together..."
"— Oh snap."
"— Hold on a sec? This isn’t the bus to kindergarten!"
"— It’s a fast car, a very fast car!"
"— That’s a ○ father!"
"— But wait, they’re not related by blood either..."
"— Even though they’re not related by blood, wasn’t Elle underage?!"
"— I suddenly feel like calling the police..."
As such explosive news was heard, the barrage of comnts in front of the wandering child instantly exploded.
At least three tis denser than before!
So Annan added another line, "However, Elle’s child was not born, but miscarried at six months.
"Calculating back, Elle... uh, the day she had relations with Amos should have been exactly on her sixteenth birthday."
The wandering child was slightly startled.
He imdiately rembered the instance he played early this morning.
Wasn’t the instance level "Gallery: Elle Morrison"... on Elle’s sixteenth birthday?
That would an...
Thinking this, the wandering child jolted with realization.
...Good thing I ran fast?
"About a month after Elle’s miscarriage, she suddenly disappeared. So ti later, her body parts were found hidden within the fras at the Morrison Gallery... mixed in with the paints.
"And the fetus’s body was made into a specin. It was stored in the basent of the gallery.
"Moreover, in the basent of the Morrison Gallery, there were also so bodies of vagrants, including the renowned art critic, Sir Absolon Vlaj."
Annan explained, "A long ti ago, he was a critic of Morrison’s paintings. But over half a month before Elle’s birthday, he suddenly beca an avid supporter of Morrison. Four months after Elle’s birthday, he went to Frostwater Harbor wanting to attend Mr. Morrison’s art exhibition—which was also the opening ti of the Morrison Gallery exhibition."
"But he never arrived, and instead disappeared at an unknown ti. His corpse was found hidden in the basent, so there is reason to suspect... Morrison didn’t just murder Elle alone."
"Later, when the Morrison gallery was being sealed, they discovered a very dangerous ’atball burning with transparent, multicolored flas.’ This atball caused massive destruction... Even with the help of a Transcendent, the casualties were severe."
The barrage of comnts paused, then quickly picked up:
"— Isn’t this the level that Sister Pole played? That secret level?"
"— Shocking, so that ball was really an embryo?"
"— Didn’t they say it at the ti, I think it was called Angelo..."
"— Hey, am I the only one concerned about Elle? Such a pretty girl just gone like that! My heart aches!"
"— Your heart aches for nothing, she wouldn’t spare you a glance anyway."
"... That’s all the information I can share,"
Annan said, taking a deep breath.
He looked at the wandering child with a serious and solemn expression, "You can share this information with them. But don’t tell outsiders... There is much in this information that must not be spoken of—if I find out there has been a leak, you will take full responsibility, understand?"
After Annan finished speaking, a prompt box appeared in front of the wandering child:
[This information is classified as "Confidential" and may be circulated internally among players. If a leak occurs, a portion of the goodwill will be deducted]
Hearing this, the wandering child nodded, "I understand."
He truly understood.
In the early hours, so of the confusion in the dungeon... After receiving this part of the information from Annan, he finally had an epiphany—
However, the wandering child still had so lingering doubts.
He still rembered the very clear sensation of a foreign object and the cold feeling in his abdon after waking up...
Could that possibly be an embryo?
That’s utterly impossible.
Even if Elle had accelerated growth, there’s no way a child could develop in one day, right?
Or is it...
That the embryo wasn’t Morrison’s, but... the Skeleton King’s?
Right now, he really wanted to ask what exactly the "Skeleton King" was.
Unfortunately, he had used up all his goodwill.
What remained... was for his companions to take over.
Elsewhere, Delicious Wind Goose pondered deeply.
After a long period of thought, he nodded as if coming to a realization.
"I understand..."
He muttered to himself, "I feel like this ti, I might be able to clear the level."
"Go for it, Uncle Goose."
Lin Yiyi cheered him on with a smile, swinging her fist, "If you clear it, I’ll treat you to seafood tonight!"
"... Do you have money?"
Delicious Wind Goose was surprised.
Lin Yiyi shrugged her shoulders, "It was Jiu’er who said it. She said if she isn’t the first one to clear it, she’ll treat us to a seafood barbecue, crab at, and beer all you can eat."
"... She seems very confident."
Hearing this, Delicious Wind Goose laughed instead, "Well then, consider that al eaten!
"Allowing her to enter the ga so early... I’ll make sure that silly girl understands the importance of information!"
With that, he lay down again, closed his eyes, and whispered softly, "Skeleton King."
"— I am listening,"
a deep and hoarse voice responded as soon as his words ended.
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