Chapter 9 (1/2)

Translator: Exodus Tales

Editor: Exodus Tales

The time it took from Tristram to Wortham was longer than Fang Zheng had imagined. By the time he was woken up by the boatman to step onto the Wortham docks, it had already been five hours.

Five hours wasted, just like that?

Looking at the figure of the boatman leaving into the distance, Fang Zheng frowned. He didn’t think it would take this long, let alone the fact that it was a one-way trip. The boatman had told him that he would only send people here, and there would be no boat back. Fang Zheng was still a bit confused about that at first, but some thought cleared it up. There was a portal under Wortham’s church, that was way faster than boats.

Regardless, he should just go find the shard first.

And so he stepped onwards to Wortham.

The small town of Wortham wasn’t under attack by the cultists like it had been in the game. They were still in peaceful lives, and he could even see some fisherman boats passing by as well as kids playing in the fields. Seeing all this gave Fang Zheng a sense of melancholy. He could imagine just how little would be left after the cultists sent an attack here.

But unfortunately, Fang Zheng could barely survive himself. The only hope he had now was to bring away the shard as soon as possible so the cultists wouldn’t even have to attack Wortham. By switching their gaze, he’d be able to keep them away from this peaceful town.

Fang Zheng didn’t attract much attention as an outsider, though, probably due to the fact that most of these people were busy working. The entire place seemed so serene, but Fang Zheng wasn’t planning on causing any trouble in the first place. He quickly located the church within the town and knocked on the heavy door. A priest-looking person came walking out curiously.

“Hello, stranger. May I ask what business you have at Wortham?”

“Hello, priest.”

Fang Zheng nodded as he looked at this priest. He took out a letter from Captain Rumford.

“I am a militiaman from Tristram. A meteor has fallen there, and I heard that a shard of it had fallen onto Wortham. I’m here to look for any clues.”

“Meteor?”

Hearing Fang Zheng’s reply, the priest paused for a while before nodding understandingly.

“I know what you’re talking about, a coincidence, we’ve found an odd thing ourselves indeed. Please come with me…”

The priest turned away and gestured inward as he spoke. Fang Zheng took a deep look as she listened to the words.

He entered.

Inside the church was a darkness lit only by faint candlelight, just enough to barely see where everything was.

“Just what is this odd thing?” Fang Zheng asked as he walked inside. Just then, a creak from behind sounded. It was the church door being shut. The priest started speaking again.

“Oh, it’s something our fishermen fished up. It emanated a mysterious power of sorts, and even the fishermen didn’t know what it was, sending it to the church… I was planning on safeguarding it, but I never thought it would have anything to do with that meteor…”

The priest stared intently at Fang Zheng’s back as he spoke, quietly taking out a dagger. Fang Zheng didn’t seem to notice, but was instead looking around curiously and asking questions.

“Then, where is the shard?”

“Right down there…”