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“However, our goals do not conflict,” Mushroomhead stated directly.

Leonard Churchill raised an eyebrow, “Oh?”

Collaboration was possible, but if there were conflicting goals, there might be uneven distribution of spoils later on.

He had intended to wait and ask later, but the other party spoke frankly.

“The Xismark Holy Grail has another name known to only a few, called the Holy Grail of Kingship,” Noah Wright said. “Mr. Leonard Churchill, what you need is only the Holy Water inside the cup…”

The statement obviously only told half the story, but Leonard Churchill understood much more from it.

Noah Wright seemed to know a lot about the Holy Grail.

The Holy Grail of Kingship?

The name itself already revealed many purposeful things.

Concerning Kingship, Leonard could think of the Kingship Path of “K,” as well as the Silver Moon Sect.

He didn’t wish to delve deeper.

With the carefully concealed tone, it probably concerned the same issues Tracy Garcia’s mother was cautious about, a topic that currently couldn’t be mentioned.

….

After a brief exchange, the relationship among the three members of the temporary team became more stable.

Everyone had the same goal but without conflicts, the best state for collaboration.

Leonard Churchill glanced at the archer who had been silent all along and, thinking of something, slightly smiled.

“So, Mr. Leonard Churchill, what are we looking for now?” Noah Wright asked.

“We’re looking for a certain outer surveillance squad that left the team earlier. I suspect there’s a very important person among them…” Leonard answered directly.

Upon hearing this, Noah Wright also had a realization, “Ah… I thought it was strange. That white-robed mage should not have failed to anticipate the discovery by the Demon Corps…”

Leonard listened and nodded in agreement.

In reality, he was smarter than Noah and the others, simply because he had been to Ironforge City and possessed some “exclusive clues.”

With this explanation, the two teammates instantly understood as well.

The three began their search.

It didn’t take long for the three of them to discern three suspicious routes from the six potential scout team directions.

If it had been just Leonard alone, he would have had to follow the scent along the three paths one by one.

But this action would take quite a bit of time.

And in the end, it was still possible to completely lose the target due to some misleading maneuvers by that “VIP.”

Indeed, this was the case.

That “VIP” obviously also anticipated being tracked by demons and had taken countermeasures.

Leonard had Noah Wright pick one of the three paths he had determined.

Then, the three followed that path for a long time along the cliffs.

But as they walked, something felt off.

They never reached the main camp; it seemed like a misleading direction meant to draw pursuers.

Soon, the three came to a halt at the edge of a cliff.

The wind rustled their robes with a whooshing sound.

Instinct told them that continuing this search would definitely be fruitless.

Just as Leonard’s subjective instinct judged this to likely be a “wrong route” and was about to try another path,

Noah, observing for a moment beside him, said, “If I were him, I would definitely choose to jump into the Dark River. That would render all scent tracking ineffective…”

“Right,”

Leonard’s expression was full of helplessness.

If he were that VIP, he would certainly find a way to escape tracking.

Jumping into the Dark River was the best choice.

But without any indicative clues, he couldn’t determine where along the several dozen kilometers of cliffside Dark River they would have jumped.

Besides, the scent hadn’t broken off yet; it might not even be this path.

Or perhaps someone jumped midway, while the others continued forward as bait.

However, this was also expected.

If the White Robed Mage Gandalf could personally serve as bait, it made sense for the VIP to leave no flaws.

But this made things vexing.

If they couldn’t find that person, the clue to the Holy Grail might be lost.

However, the complementary abilities of his teammates now came into play.

Noah’s miraculous deductive skills made it seem as if he had discovered something. He said, “Mr. Leonard Churchill, follow me. I might know where that person jumped off…”

Saying so, he closed his eyes, his expression blank, as if sleepwalking, wandering by the cliffside.

Leonard followed behind, quite curious.

However, as they walked, Noah suddenly charged toward the cliff edge as if possessed and then leaped off.

Watching this scene, Leonard thought in amazement, “Sixth sense?”

While he felt that finding the way so easily was a bit ridiculous, this world was indeed full of strange and extraordinary transcendent abilities, which seemed normal.

Without much thought, he and the mysterious archer looked at each other and leaped down as well.

As experts, none of them worried about being crushed to death.

The wind howled by their ears, and after nearly a hundred meters of freefall, all three plunged into the icy waters of the Dark River.

This was the bottom of the canyon, devoid of luminescent plants, with utter darkness ahead.

Only the chilly river water soaked into their skin, causing their pores to constrict en masse.

Noah remained in that somnambulant state, silent.

The three of them floated in the Dark River, drifting with the current.

This Dark River wasn’t marked on any map, and they didn’t know where it led.

Since they had no other clues, Leonard was also patient enough to thoroughly enjoy this rare free time.

As they drifted, he suddenly found the experience quite extraordinary.

The Dark River floated toward an unknown distance, as if heading toward the entrance to Hell.

The darkness ahead was gloomy, terrifying, and the thin mist spreading over the river’s surface added a sense of mystery.