As a forr Royal knight, Darius was the kind of person who couldn’t resist such an enthusiastic atmosphere.
Without any hesitation or resistance, he followed Bearnard’s lead.
Illiya remained standing in place, watching the figures of the people ahead with a complicated expression.
So now the plot had turned into a hot-blooded adventure story?
What a strange human effect.
Illiya shook his head and followed along with them toward their destination.
After all, he still needed to explore the ruins to find clues about the Book of Elves.
Drow was simply confused.
But as a dark elf, he had a good habit—never asking unnecessary questions.
Besides, Illiya was among them.
Before leaving, he recalled the passionate scene from earlier and couldn’t help but reveal a puzzled expression.
Were all people planning to enter the ruins this baffling to elves?
Of course, his soul-bounded partner were an exception.
His soul-bounded partner could never be considered strange.
Following the lead of Bearnard, the City Lord of Haneulseong City, the group arrived in the outskirts and successfully found the spot where Bearnard had been expelled from the ruins.
Looking at the empty space, Bearnard let out a bitter smile. "You know, when I got teleported out of the ruins that day, I was lying in this godforsaken place for ages. I nearly caught a cold when I got back."
After speaking, he turned to his nephew, Eoryun, and said in a solemn tone, "Nephew, you see how much I’ve sacrificed for you? You must work hard for in the future... Ah, no, I an, you must repay well."
Eoryun was speechless. "Stop making excuses! Uncle, you just blurted out your real intentions!"
Bearnard selectively ignored Eoryun’s rebuttal.
He forcibly changed the topic. "Alright, let’s try using the key here. If it works, then my dear nephew’s theory is correct. That would also an there’s no reason why I wouldn’t be able to enter again, right?"
Illiya nodded and took the ruins key out from his spatial bracelet.
In the dark night, the faint white glow illuminated a small patch of land.
He moved his spiritual energy, channeling magic from his body and into the key.
The glow gradually turned green, the white stone shifting into a pale green hue.
After a while, it beca completely erald.
At the exact mont the transformation completed, a sudden dizziness enveloped everyone—except for Bearnard.
The City Lord, waiting in place for the dizziness to pass: "..."
This is absurd.
Bearnard who had expected the usual sequence of dizziness, closing his eyes, and reopening them in a different place, fell into silence.
Unwilling to accept reality, he closed and opened his eyes again, but all he saw was darkness—nothing had changed.
So he was still rejected by the ruins, huh?
Did people who had already entered once lose their rights?
Today, Bearnard was a man brought to tears.
When Illiya and the others opened their eyes again, they found themselves no longer in the outskirts but in a place both unfamiliar and oddly familiar.
Unfamiliar because they had never been here before.
Familiar because they had heard Bearnard describe it.
Wasn’t this the house with a thatched roof and stone walls that Bearnard had ntioned, the one he had walked for a long ti to reach?
So, was this ruin really like what Eoryun had said—a treasure-hunting ruin with a save point?
And this house—was it the save point of the "previous player," Bearnard?
Had they continued his "ga progress" because they received his gift—the ruins’ key?
...They really didn’t know what to say about this.
Illiya shook his head, unwilling to comnt on Bearnard’s act of "lifting a rock only to drop it on his own foot."
As expected, he had not entered the ruins this ti.
"My uncle didn’t co in?" Eoryun sounded shocked. But after a brief mont, his tone changed, turning into schadenfreude. "No way! My uncle actually didn’t co in? So, if this ruin is like a ga with a save function, my uncle was the previous owner. But for so reason, he handed over the ’ga’ to us, and now that the ownership has changed, he’s locked out."
With that, the young master—who clearly lacked any sympathy—burst into uncontrollable laughter.
Darius, after barely managing to process Eoryun’s words, spent a mont replacing the unfamiliar terms with ones he could understand.
Once he grasped the aning, he imdiately saw what was so funny.
Forget about loyalty to an old comrade—this really was hilarious.
And he couldn’t help but feel relieved that after all these years, the once passionate and straightforward mber of the royal knight had escaped the erosion of ti, never becoming a detestable noble.
In short—Bearnard was still as naïve (or just plain dumb) as ever.
As the only morally upright mber of the team, the dark elf Drow watched the others rolling with laughter, utterly confused as to where the humor lay.
The Elders had once told him a story.
A man unknowingly possessed a valuable treasure but didn’t care much for it and gave it away to soone else.
Later, when he learned its true worth, he grew furious, believing he had been tricked.
The story always ended the sa way—the man killed the other person and reclaid the treasure.
However, when Drow saw his soul-bonded partner laughing, he suddenly felt the Elders were wrong.
The story’s ending was incorrect.
Because if the City Lord of Haneulseong City’ was truly like the man in the story, his soul-bonded partner would not be laughing so happily, so genuinely, without malice.
And so, in a completely biased manner, the dark elf simply tossed the thought aside and instead continued sneakily watching his soul-bonded partner.
Illiya suddenly shivered, his back growing cold.
He looked around, puzzled, but found no sign of danger.
"That’s weird..." Illiya muttered under his breath.
But laughter aside, they still had a mission to complete in the ruins.
Illiya walked straight into the simple house, his goal clear—the black notebook sitting on the table inside.
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