Not praying for ten strings

The Night Has Come, and kermesinus moon ascends in the sky.
Hoarse whispers flow at the street corners, and brass steam machines spew out bloody mist.
Your brain is singing a hymn, eyes are chanting a melody.
Skin cracks, and flesh buds swell.
Amidst the Mist, the wall of flesh that has devoured thousands of corpses wails endlessly—
"Weep not, our players don't bite, they just want to play with you."
Annan, the lone strategist, the top player, the savior of the mist-covered continent, the leader of the Thirteen Saints, the friend of the Twelve True Gods, the king of pioneers, "the Just", the Gatekeeper of the Fourth Calamity, the uncrowned deity, advised kindly.

Super Righteous Player

This banquet was just as Annan had predicted—indeed, it was nothing interesting.


The food was extremely abundant, and the status of those present was also very high. Even the Pope of the Silver Baron was there in person to give a blessing.


But there were not only no entertainment performances at the venue, there wasn't even any wine—instead, a drink similar to floral tea was served.


It was made with flowers from the royal garden and high-quality tea leaves. It could refresh the mind and spirit, and it had a subtle, elegant fragrance. It was a "noble drink," and many Wizards drank this type of herbal tea.


However, by the standards of a banquet, this drink could be described as quite "unstimulating." But the attendees didn't say much about it, as most people were aware of the nature of this banquet.


Chapter 384: Agents and Guarantors