"Wait, wait, calm down!"

Anderson watched as Quinn, wielding a huge scythe with murderous intent, charged towards him. His face changed dramatically as he plopped down on the ground, bowing his head and shouting:

"I'm sorry, I was wrong!"

Afraid Quinn hadn't heard clearly, he shouted again:

"I'm sorry, I was wrong!"

Anderson wished he could strangle his past self from a few hours ago. Why couldn't he control his mouth and offend a demigod again? It was just too unlucky! Anderson lamented.

Quinn slowed his pace, walking up to him, momentarily at a loss for words.

Gelman Sparrow and Jadelya followed suit, witnessing the man who had fallen flat on the ground. Their eyes took on a strange look.

"Explain why you're here," Quinn calmly asked, twirling the staff in his hand as if to say, "If you can't explain, I'll bury you."

Anderson didn't dare to lift his head, facing the ground as he replied:

"My companions and I came here to explore for treasures. However, after entering the temple on this island, we encountered something unusual."

"There were many well-preserved murals, which this gentleman had also seen in the dream world," he nodded towards Quinn.

Quinn's face darkened, not wanting to recall those unpleasant memories.

"One of the murals was particularly eerie, depicting a pilgrimage procession advancing through the parted sea.

"The leader of this procession was depicted as an angel with long silver hair down to his back, with gentle features.

"When I first approached the mural, I extended my right hand and habitually traced various lines in the air, really, I didn't touch it, there was at least a 5-centimeter gap, but unexpectedly, the angel in the painting seemed to open his eyes at that moment."

"Pfft... Ahem!" Quinn couldn't help but burst into laughter, then pretended to be choked by saliva to cover it up.

That acting wasn't very convincing... Klein glanced at Quinn, who was holding back laughter, and silently criticized him.

"A silver-haired angel?" Jadelya asked in response.

"Yes, but I don't know which angel this is. None of the paintings from the seven major churches have shown him. Of course, it might be something the mural artist added casually, not necessarily real," Anderson said, about to brush his hair, only to find the man in front of him, wearing a round-necked shirt, a brown jacket, and a duckbill cap, staring at him with cold indifference, as if he would attack without hesitation at any slight movement.

Thinking that "The Hermit" lady could get answers just by asking casually at the next tarot meeting, Klein didn't conceal anything, and simply said:

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"The Devourer Urolius."

"Devourer Urolius?" Jadelya's lips subconsciously pursed, and the purple color in her eyes seemed a bit more pronounced.

The last time she heard this name was at the tarot meeting, thanks to Miss Justice's information.

It was her first time learning about the existence of the Angel of Destiny, and she didn't expect to come across clues in the real world in just a few months!

"Devourer Urolius?" Anderson chewed the name somewhat blankly.

Quinn had heard about the legend of the "Angel of Destiny" at the tarot meeting before. He put on a look of "I understand it very well, but I don't want to tell you."

Klein remained silent, looking like he wasn't interested in explaining.

Seeing that even the "Star Marshal" remained silent, Anderson laughed awkwardly and continued:

"At that time, I thought it was an illusion because there were no more abnormalities after that mural.

"Then, our team split into two parts. Most of them were scared by my description, thinking that we shouldn't explore the temple. The remaining one-third were eager to find more treasures and headed deeper into the temple. We waited a whole day, waiting for the alternation between three times of noon and midnight, but they never returned.

"We're all excellent treasure hunters, so we knew something had gone wrong. After a brief confirmation, we didn't dare to stay any longer or wait any longer. We immediately left the temple and returned on the same boat. We had collected enough treasures and didn't want to take any more risks."

Anderson sighed again:

"After leaving the temple, we found some changes in ourselves. On the one hand, we became very unlucky, nothing went smoothly no matter what we did. Even quietly drinking a few sips of light beer, someone would find that someone had mistaken the beer barrel for a toilet and urinated in it. Well, that wasn't my experience, it was one of my companions'.

"Hahaha!" Quinn burst into laughter.

Anderson's face seemed to flush a lot. He pretended not to hear and continued:

"On the other hand, we gained control over ourselves in the dream world. We were no longer in a state where we knew something but couldn't act. So, some of my companions, about one-third of the initial number, curiously ventured deeper into the dream world. Well, they never came back either."

Jadelya, who had been listening quietly, spoke up:

"What about their bodies in the real world?"

"They turned into monsters, killed many of the remaining companions, and killed most of the sailors," Anderson took a deep breath, "although we managed to kill those monsters, due to the lack of enough sailors and encountering a series of unlucky events, we didn't manage to reach this island before the storm arrived. So, our ship sank, and so did our gains. The rest of the companions either drowned, were struck by lightning, or were eaten by the monsters in the water. I didn't witness everything with my own eyes.

"Only I, relatively stronger and luckier than them, was thrown by the waves and managed to swim to this island, trying to make a raft to leave. But the axe broke!"

After finishing his story, Anderson turned to "Star Marshal" Jadelya and the unnamed Mr. Klein and grinned:

"Do I have the honor to ride on the 'Future'?"

"I'll pay the fare."

He looked like he was willing to pay whatever price they asked for.

Jadelya looked at Quinn and Gelman, seemingly seeking their opinions.

Quinn turned his head, looking somewhat unwilling, but if she insisted, there was nothing he could do. Gelman was still contemplating.

Just as he hesitated, trying to guess, Anderson urgently said:

"I'm very familiar with the upcoming route!

"I can help you avoid the dangers hidden in the safe passages, tell you which relics cannot be explored, and let you evade the mermaid's song in time!"

"The mermaid's song?" Klein's eyes almost lit up, barely maintaining Gelman Sparrow's appearance.

"Yes, it's about a day's journey from here, I mean in the outside world. Pass a ruin and turn to..." Here, Anderson suddenly realized something and smiled knowingly, closing his mouth and saying no more.

Quinn sighed, seeming somewhat reluctant.

After Gelman performed a divination in front of him, nodding in agreement to let Anderson board the ship, and after Anderson promised the fare, Jadelya nodded.

"Speaking of which..." Gelman suddenly spoke up, looking at Quinn, "why did