The dwarf’s eyes told me how long he had lived. The wrinkles all over his face also indicated that he had lived much longer than any dwarves.

However, when he referred to the Old One as an evil spirit, I wanted to know his exact location. Unlike his eyes which were filled with wisdom from life lessons, the power from him was so faint. It wasn’t an exaggeration to say that I barely felt anything.

[You have completely seen through the subject.]

[Dwarf Who Lost His Fighting Spirit (Species)

He is seeking mercy.

Level: 1]

“Please accept this.”

The old dwarf handed me the record of Saint Cassian. He looked serious as if he was performing a solemn ritual. Nonetheless, I couldn’t shake off the suspicion that he could be a sacrifice that the dwarves had picked.

The power holders here and the founders of the kingdom, famous swordsmen and wizards who left their names on a page of history all had been devoting their efforts to Mana training for the same reason. Mana was the power of the Old One, and it was the basis of the order of this world...