I need you to share more information with us.
After a moment of silence, the man spoke slowly.
There are individuals capturing us.
Us? Do you refer to your team? Rebecca probed further.
Yes, we hail from the same place.
Those people seized us and interrogated us about everything we knew.
He replied, lowering his gaze.
Everything such as Rebecca pressed on.
How we arrived, why we came here, our former occupations.
Everything seemed to peique their interest as the man delved into his memories.
A look of dread began to overshadow his features.
Rebecca frowned, glancing at the guards behind her.
She found it difficult to comprehend why they would capture individuals to inquire about such trivial matters rather than seek significant intelligence.
Even a map to hidden treasure or secrets of noble families would hold far greater value than the origins of their journey or past occupations.
What purpose do they have in asking such questions? Rebecca continued her inquiry.
I do not know.
They recorded the information in a notebook as if collecting some sort of intelligence.
the man answered.
One last question.
Did you recognize any of those individuals or can you describe their features? Rebecca pressed.
I do not know them.
The man fertively glanced at those present, shaking his head.
Very well, I understand.
Now, please rest assured that there is no danger here.
Rebecca replied as she rose to leave.
When can I depart? The man suddenly asked as she turned to exit.
You may leave once you have regained some strength.
Rebecca responded before stepping through the door.
They would need to question the man further once he had calmed down completely.
Rebecca departed, leaving the room enveloped in silence once more.
Due to the commotion caused during the day at the temple, she had relocated him to a new residence.
As the night deepened, the man gradually succumbed to slumber.
A nightmare jolted him awake, wiping the cold sweat from his brow.
To his astonishment, he beheld a skeletal bird of purest white standing by the window.
Its hollow eyes glimmered with an ethereal blue flame fixated upon him.
The man trembled violently.
His mouth agape in terror.
The skeletal gray sparrow spoke.
Do not scream.
I am also from Earth.
We met during the day.
With that, the man s eyes rolled back and he fainted.
After what felt like an eternity, he slowly regained consciousness.
I told you we met.
Why the panic? The skeletal gray sparrow inquired.
The man gaped as if his throat had been constricted, struggling to articulate a response.
"So, I am truly dead," he pondered.
As if a realization had dawned upon him.
"You're not dead.
We encountered each other at the temple earlier, and you cautioned me to be wary of those individuals.
I came to ascertain if you were in any peril," Fungha replied softly, endeavoring to provide sufficient detail for the other to confirm his identity.
"Then why do you appear this way?" The man s mind was a tumult of confusion.
Just a few minor spells.
You needn't concern yourself with that.
The skeletal gray sparrow leapt onto a nearby table, continuing to inquire.
Who exactly captured you? And why are they targeting us, the travelers? I am uncertain.
I do not recognize them.
However, they exhibit a keen interest in us, meticulously recording every inquiry made.
What value do these matters hold for them? I do not know, but they seem to care deeply about such things.
You do not know those individuals.
What faction do they belong to? Surely, you must have encountered their emblem.
Fungho pressed on, realizing that Rebecca had only inquired about their physical characteristics.
It appeared she possessed some intelligence, but lacked knowledge of the group's specific identity.
Fongo felt compelled to delve deeper.
The notion of capturing travelers hung over him like a sword poised to strike.
The peril of humanity turning against humanity where anyone could be a potential asalent heightened the danger.
The man contemplated for a moment, then suddenly widened his eyes, exclaiming, "I recall the wax seal on their correspondence.
It resembled two cross sickles.
" I remember distinctly it was akin to an icon from a game I once played.
Fong House stood frozen, his heart racing with astonishment.
Two crossed sickles viewed from the front appeared reminiscent of a hood.
Did they not? The house of the faceless.
That symbol belonged to the faceless ones.
If they are indeed the faceless ones, two deductions emerge.
Either someone has commissioned tasks through the house of the faceless to gather information on travelers.
Or the faceless ones themselves believe that travelers possess exploitable information and are actively collecting it.
You know them.
You recognize them.
The man's excitement was palpable.
I do not know them, but I have heard of them.
Fun Hao paced back and forth a couple of times.
Yet, he could not uncover any leads on those individuals.
Previously, I had utilized the Lord's book to request assistance from a friend, traversing through two photographs.
Perhaps there might be some clues.
The man suddenly recalled, "What have your Lord's book? It was taken away by those people long ago.
But I sent it to my friend Galin," the man replied.
"Very well.
What is your name? Renjun.
Fongghao intended to inquire further, but the voice of a guard echoed from outside.
Who are you speaking to? Fongghao swiftly returned to his position by the window and instructed, "Focus on your recovery.
Rebecca will ensure your safety.
Once you are out, do not return to your territory just yet.
Go to the Schwang Hula Hot restaurant.
I will arrange for someone to meet you.
" Upon finishing, the skeletal gray sparrow took flight from the window, vanishing into the night sky with a soft creek.
The door was slightly a jar, and two guards peered inside.
"Who are you talking to?" The guards entered, illuminating the nearby candle.
The man sat at the head of the bed, staring blankly out the window.
After a moment of silence, he remarked, "I did not speak.
How did you hear me? Was I perhaps talking in my sleep?" The guards conducted a thorough search of the room, but found no one else.