Chapter 137 The Tomb of the False God

Perhaps because of the Magic Competition, Maggie had many more companions on her journey, some in noble carriages, and others ordinary adventurers and mercenaries.

Although the Magic Competition is jointly organized by magic academies, it does not exclude ordinary people from participating.

If one gains the favor of a certain power, it can be considered one of the ways for ordinary people to advance in their careers.

The carriage of the Temple of Light was so special and eye-catching that many forces and nobles along the way were eager to approach and befriend Maggie.

The paladin repeatedly refused their requests to see the saintess, his expression gradually turning cold.

As it happened, Maggie didn't want to go straight to Santa Fe City along the main road, so she simply pulled back the curtain of the carriage window and summoned the paladin.

“We’ll take the side road on the right to leave the main road. It’s a longer route, but it will save us some time compared to the current situation.”

Maggie spoke softly, seemingly concerned for the paladins, and sure enough, the leading paladin immediately showed gratitude.

"Thank you for your understanding, Holy Maiden."

The paladin accepted the mission to escort the saintess, which had a time limit. Although the main road was wide and flat, it was frequently harassed by these nobles, which greatly delayed the journey.

If Her Highness were willing to take the more rugged path instead, it would greatly help their mission.

"It doesn't matter."

Maggie shook her head, a polite smile on her face.

In truth, she was grateful to these oblivious nobles. Otherwise, her suggestion to take the back path would have seemed very unreasonable. However, she needed to go to the Tomb of the False God to help Perkin find the broken dagger.

The main reason for changing the route was that it was inconvenient to go to that city again because of the Greta vampire incident last time.

As for now...

Anyway, the Tomb of the False God is near the Thorn Castle, so she can also go and see the old monster and give him some 'intelligence'.

She would never do something like using someone else to do her dirty work.

Maggie returned to the carriage, straightened her skirt, and sat down. Soon the carriage left the main road via a side road, leaving the other travelers with regretful expressions.

The surrounding trees grew taller and thicker, and the road became narrower and narrower. Fortunately, there was only Maggie's carriage on the road, so it was still quite spacious.

The sound of horses' hooves continued incessantly, and the sky gradually darkened until a very clear spring appeared ahead, at which point the carriage suddenly slowed down.

The narrow path suddenly opens up, and with just a slight right turn, you can see the lake, making it perfect for camping at night.

With the help of the paladin, Maggie slowly stepped down from the carriage. Upon seeing the beautiful scenery before her, a hint of amazement flashed in her eyes.

The moonlight seemed to scatter silver light across the lake, and springs gushed forth from the mountain, the water so clear that the bottom was visible. If it weren't for her special status, Maggie would definitely have taken a swim, which looked very refreshing.

No one told her that the place where the false god was sealed was actually so beautiful.

I had imagined a scene of tombstones and piles of bones.

Maggie's gaze swept across the center of the lake, but with her keen eyesight, she couldn't discern anything unusual.

Without the clues from the comics, she would have had a really hard time opening the false god's tomb here.

Speaking of which, the false god lying at the bottom of the lake is named Rielta, and its true form is a black dragon.

Back in the day, he was a strong contender for the position of the Dark God, and the one who ultimately fought Perkin for the throne and died at Perkin's hands.

It seems a bit unfair to give his broken weapon to the human form of the Dark God.

Maggie touched her chin and suddenly fell into deep thought.

Nesser had already run to the lakeside and was happily playing in the water, waving to Maggie and calling her to come and play with him.

"Sister, this water is so clean, come and play!"

He grew up in an elven village, surrounded by elderly elves who were often thousands of years old. His personality was indeed not much different from that of a child.

"Be careful not to get your clothes wet. It gets cold in the woods at night, and you might get sick."

Maggie didn't go over, but gently reminded him.

Suddenly, a figure appeared behind her, a cold hand grabbed her wrist, and a hoarse, deep voice was right next to her ear.

"A familiar... aura."

Maggie was caught off guard when Perkin got so close. The air grazed her ear, as if it were being poured directly into it. Plus, Perkin's voice was injured and definitely not pleasant to listen to. The sensation instantly sent chills down her spine.

[Who always seems to be the kindest person out from behind?! If this keeps up, you're going to give me a heart attack!]

Her face darkened, and she turned to Perkin with a sinister expression.

"Don't appear out of nowhere like that next time."

Maggie gritted her teeth and tried to shake off Perkin's arm, but she couldn't.

Perkin held her silently, and Maggie had no choice but to give up struggling.

"But I... am a shadow assassin."

He spoke in a hoarse voice.

"But I am not your target, I am your master."

Maggie gave a forced smile.

[Learn something good! What kind of slave dares to treat their master like that! If you scare me like that again, I won't get you any more weapons!!!]

She was screaming inside, but on the surface she remained calm.

Perkin pursed his lips and stared at Maggie, his snake-like eyes narrowing slightly. Finally, he gave a strained "hmm," it was unclear whether he was agreeing to Maggie's request or responding to Maggie's statement that "she is the master."

"Fine, I can forgive you this time, but if there's a next time, don't forget that your slave contract scroll is still in my hands."

Maggie raised her face haughtily, her tone carrying a hint of threat, before clearing her throat and saying...

"I have another task for you later. Come with me to the center of the lake."

She didn't pay attention to Perkin's expression anyway; he was expressionless, and she couldn't tell anything from his snake-like eyes. After looking at him for a while, she could only sense a dangerous aura. Maggie eventually stopped caring about what he was thinking.

[The Tomb of the False God is definitely dangerous. I've taken such a big risk to find you weapons, so you'd better live up to my expectations and kill a couple more Old Dengs.]

Maggie's mind was filled with introspection, and her inner thoughts were even a little noisy, completely contrary to her holy and gentle appearance.

"good."

Perkin gazed intently at Maggie, finally releasing her hand. His tone became more forceful, as if making a promise, but the subtle shifts in his voice were usually imperceptible, so Maggie didn't notice.

Having said that, Maggie ignored Perkin and began to carefully sense the anomalies in the space. Strictly speaking, the tomb of the false god was not actually in the space where she was now.

The impact of Rielta's fall was so great that it affected a large area. Perkin, who had become the God of Darkness at the time, simply folded that space and sealed everything about him inside.

What she's looking for now is the entrance to that folded space.