Mel didn't speak; another knight standing beside him stared at him and asked.

"Why would a noble become an adventurer?"

Alex answered without hesitation.

"Because I want to become stronger! Stronger than the limit my fate has apparently set for me! Is that reason good enough?"

"It's enough," Mel said with an emotionless gaze fixed on his face, his tone cold, "It's also enough of a reason to have gone astray. If you were truly devout, you would know that Saint Sis has its reasons for what it does."

"I know...but I have my own reasons too."

Grinding his teeth as he spoke, Alex stared incredulously at the unsympathetic Mel, unable to believe that the latter really didn't remember him at all.

The armed priest carrying a mace walked up to him, pinched his cheek, then tugged at his ear.

Soon, a look of surprise crossed the priest's face, and he turned back to speak to Commander Mel.

"The skin is tough; this certainly isn't his real face!"

Mel's eyes sharpened in an instant.

"Where is that person called Luoluo?"

Alex replied truthfully.

"I drank too much and can't remember clearly...you should ask the owner here, he must know when the guest who shared the table with us left."

As Knight Commander Mel's gaze fell on him, the owner of Youlin Rest staggered to his knees in fright, hastily explaining.

"I, I don't know! My lord, but I swear on Saint Sis! The person who came with them doesn't look anything like the one on the wanted poster!"

Seeing his appearance, Mel knew he wouldn't get anything out of him and didn't waste time, immediately commanding.

"Search this inn! Leave no room unchecked!"

"Yes!"

A group of knights hurried toward the stairs, their thudding footsteps almost collapsing the old and frail wooden staircase!

Seeing that he was finally cleared of suspicion, Alex's face relaxed, and he then looked toward Knight Commander Mel and said.

"May I leave now?"

Mel stared at him uncompromisingly, his face expressionless as he said.

"You've only ruled out the suspicion that you're Miranda, but you haven't cleared the possibility of being her accomplice."

Alex argued urgently.

"That logic makes no sense! If I were really her accomplice, why would she place her own face on my head? Is that helping me or harming me further?"

As he spoke, he began to feel an itch on his skin.

Soon—

The first signs of decay appeared below his nose, then flakes of skin fell to the ground in large pieces, spreading outward from his nose.

"Who knows?" Mel continued indifferently, his gaze fixed on Alex as he spoke in a disinterested voice, "But I think once we catch that person, everything will become clear—"

Before he could finish his sentence, the sound of a window breaking suddenly came from outside the inn.

"Crash—!"

Immediately after, a dark figure landed on the side of the inn, tumbled to the ground with the help of a cushioning cart, and then fled toward a nearby alley.

That clumsy movement didn't escape Mel's eyes.

Almost at the same moment as the shadow landed, Knight Commander Mel shouted, "Keep an eye on this guy!" and then took the lead in the chase.

Miranda ran zigzag through the alley, trying to shake off the pursuers behind her.

Yet, the figure in heavy armor was as agile as a cheetah, crashing through the narrow alley without feeling encumbered.

Watching the distance between them rapidly decrease, a deep despair crept over Miranda's face as she found herself cornered.

"Damn it! Novel?! Is this the Undead Mage you were talking about?!"

A voice from the unknown did not answer him, and endless silence enveloped the alley much like the approaching night.

After an unknown length of time, Novel finally seemed to remember his apostle in dire straits—the young man who had brought Him to this wonderful world out of a thirst for truth and knowledge.

But by now, His interest had already shifted from this tedious soul to another that was far more intriguing.

This one had seen through his own fate.

And what's interesting wasn't just that; he did not evade or submit but instead stepped out of the chessboard, sat across from Him, and reached out toward the game.

Rather than intriguing,

it's more apt to call it inconceivable.

"But, that's not a bad thing."

"Hehehe..."

The fickleness of fate lay just here: a hunter could at any time become the hunted, and until the final moment, no one knew who was the sacrificial sheep and who had become the god's favorite.

He had decided.

It was neither Miranda nor Mel.

His chosen one was that person—

Chilling, mad laughter made Miranda's skin crawl, and the relentless pursuit of the mad dog at his heels left him feeling trapped.

He felt he had been fooled by Him again.

"Damn it—"

Swearing, Miranda was filled with regret.

He should never have believed that guy's nonsense!

While Knight Commander Mel and Miranda were dashing through the alleys, Luo Yan, sitting atop a rooftop, observed the scene unfolding in the alley below at dusk.

Miranda had used wind magic to increase his speed, but in terms of physique and strength, he still couldn't compare with the knights under Duke Campbell.

If he kept running blindly, being caught was just a matter of time.

Hovering beside Luo Yan, Youyou excitedly circled him.

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