The woman named Chris was a key member of the organization!

Unlike those peripheral members, this woman had direct contact with Miranda, and their relationship was suspected to be deep!

As long as they caught this person and subjected her to necessary interrogation, not only could they find Miranda's hiding place, they could also uproot the entire heretical organization!

Mel stared into the prisoner's eyes and demanded in an indisputable tone.

"Tell me, where is the woman called Chris? Where is Miranda!"

Brycen gazed at the Knight Commander with empty eyes, his wavering consciousness seemingly about to depart from his broken body.

Vision was the first to disappear.

Then came the sense of touch and hearing...

But for some reason, even though his senses plunged into darkness, he could still hear the voice from the beyond and respond alertly.

'Tell him.'

Tell him what? I don't know anything.

'You know, just think harder...'

Think about what?

As Brycen pondered this, he suddenly saw a mist, as well as the forest shrouded in fog.

Within the forest, there seemed to be a wooden fortress, or rather, a small town, where figures were heading towards in twos and threes.

He recognized that place.

To be exact, every adventurer did.

Under the gaze of countless eyes, Brycen, who had been silent for a while, slowly began to speak.

"The Labyrinth... the forest enveloped in fog and the town... it's there... "

"Who is there!"

Mel shouted excitedly, but this time Brycen didn't react at all.

The apprentice priest beside him snapped back to reality and hastily performed a Holy Light spell, but no matter how hard he tried, the man no longer breathed.

Miles walked into the interrogation room and went straight to the prisoner's chair, checked the prisoner's breath, and found he was no longer alive.

"He's dead."

Miles retracted his hand and looked towards Knight Commander Mel and another judging Knight standing up from behind the interrogation table, continuing with a grave expression.

"Novel, the Deceitful Fog... one of the four spirits of Chaos, if what he said is true, we're likely in big trouble. Miranda might be more dangerous than we imagined."

"That's right," Mel nodded solemnly, "but there's still time... as long as we can find him."

With that, he glanced back at his deputy outside the interrogation room.

"Gather everyone! Get ready to head to the Labyrinth!"

The deputy nodded solemnly.

"Yes!"

The target's location had been determined—in Mist Town on the fourth layer of the Labyrinth... which was the adventurer guild's outpost within the maze.

Though he had been there before, he hadn't searched thoroughly, merely handing the warrant to the local guards.

Now it seemed necessary to conduct a thorough search there.

Miles stepped forward and placed his hand on his shoulder.

"Let me and my men go with you, more people would mean more support."

Mel intended to nod but a groundless suspicion surged in his heart, and he changed his mind.

"No need, I can manage on my own."

Miles gave him a surprised look.

"Are you sure?"

"Wait for my good news."

Mel patted his shoulder and then snapped his fingers.

With a crisp click, the prisoner and the chair beneath him both fell into the bottomless Abyss.

The taut rope snapped Brycen's neck.

From the beginning, he had no intention of letting this guy walk out of the cell alive.

Watching the ruthless Mel and the departing figures, Miles involuntarily held his breath, feeling that his colleague had become a different person.

Meanwhile, far away in the Great Graveyard, acting as the "Thief Profession · Novice Guide NPC," Chris suddenly sneezed out of nowhere and murmured grumpily.

"Damn it, who's cursing me now..."

In another place, deep within the Mist Forest, on the town operated by the adventurer guild.

A young man with pale skin was curled up in the cramped, gloomy hotel room, shivering under the blanket.

Ever since he had inadvertently completed that ancient ritual, that ethereal voice was ceaselessly haunting him...

Now, he only regretted one thing: that he shouldn't have tried out random bits of nonsense.

Listening to the incessant whispers, Miranda roared under the blanket.

"Enough... Get out of my head!"

There was no response—

As if mocking his impotence, the voice continued.

'You can't escape...'

'No one can escape their fate...'

'My servant will find you soon.'

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