The Righteous Player(s) Chapter 133: The Second Dungeon Run

Chapter 133: The Second Dungeon Run

“Painter Amos’s full name is Amos Morrison. He believes in a false deity whose name cannot be said. I won’t say anything in particular. I think you have an idea in your heart.”

Annan’s expression became slightly serious, and he said softly, “Painter Amos sacrificed his daughter, Elle Morrison, to the false deity.”

Hearing Annan’s words, the players’ attention went elsewhere else,

“The Venerated Skeleton? Why does it sound like a counterfeit of the Lich King…”

“—Lich King (like Mist Continent).”

“—Then, this is not Amos. This is Arthas.”

(TN: Warcraft reference)

“-But Amos didn’t kill his dad.”

“—Elle: My father, from the day I was born, all the Freezing Water Port fish were whispering your name, Arthas.”

These players like to make up nonsense.

Annan glanced at the bullet text and almost laughed.

To avoid laughing, his expression became more serious, “This is a story that happened forty-five years ago. In fact, Elle Morrison was originally called Elle Buckel. When she was seven, her mother, Clara, remarried. Elle’s surname changed to Morrison at that time.”

Annan didn’t mention the death of Elle’s biological father.

This was the news Annan saw in the newspaper, but this information wasn’t verified yet. As for now, none could be sure that it was 100% true.

After all, Annan had already seen the man named Buckel in the hidden ending, which Lin Yiyi revealed.

Not only was he not dead, but he was also an Edict Wizard.

Annan could only reveal information he could be certain of and reveal the correct plot to the players.

It helped avoid the trouble for the players stuck in the wrong direction so that Annan didn’t need to send anonymous bullet texts and babysit the players.

“But after all, Elle and Amos are not related. For a young lady, the tall Amos with a good figure is irresistible, especially because he is also a well-known painter.”

Annan paused slightly when he said this.

He turned his head, pretending to be a little bit shy and innocent, and said softly, “So it’s reasonable for them to have a child…”

“—Uh-huh.”

“—f.u.c.k, wait?!”

“—Things just went south!”

“—What a father!”

“—Wait, they aren’t blood-related.”

“—Although not related by blood, Elle is still underage, right?!”

“—I suddenly wanted to call the police…”

Hearing such a piece of breaking news, the bullet text in front of Wandering Child exploded instantly.

The comments were threefold just now!

So Annan committed the subsequent bomb, “But Elle’s child wasn’t given birth, but miscarried at six months.

“If you reckon it back, Elle… En, the date of her having a romantic relationship with Amos should happen during her sixteenth-years-old birthday.”

Wandering Child was startled slightly.

He immediately remembered the dungeon instance he had tackled early that morning.

“In the dungeon instance level of “Gallery: Elle Morrison,” it seems to be the day when Elle celebrates her sixteenth birthday?”

Doesn’t that mean…

Thinking of this, Wandering Child quivered.

Luckily I ran fast enough.

“About a month after Elle’s abortion, she suddenly disappeared. After a while, her body pieces were found hiding inside the Morrison Gallery’s frame and mixed in paint too.

“The fetus corpse was made into a specimen. It was stored in the gallery’s bas.e.m.e.nt.

“In addition, in the Morrison Gallery’s bas.e.m.e.nt, there are still some corpses of wanderers, including a well-known art critic, Sir Absalom Flagg.”

Annan explained, “A long time ago, he was a critic of Morrison’s paintings. But more than half a month before Elle’s birthday, he suddenly became an avid supporter of Morrison. Four months after Elle’s birthday, he went to Freezing Water Port to partic.i.p.ate in Mr. Morrison’s painting exhibition. That is the time when Morrison’s Gallery was founded.

“But he did not arrive and disappeared. His body was found in the bas.e.m.e.nt, so there is reason to suspect that Morrison didn’t only kill Elle.

“Later, when the officials seized Morrison Gallery, they found a very dangerous Ball of Flesh burning with colorful flames. This Ball of Flesh brought huge destruction. Even if Transcended a.s.sisted the officials, they suffered heavy casualties.”

The bullet text paused and then ran rampant:

“Isn’t the level which Sister Hyphen revealed? That hidden level?”

“What! That Ball of Flesh is the fetus?”

“It seems to be called Angelo.”

“Hey, am I the only one who cares about Elle? Such a beautiful girl ended up in this fate! I feel so heartbroken!”

“f.u.c.k off with your heartache. She isn’t fond of you anyway.”

“That’s all the information that I can tell you.” Annan took a deep breath after the long narration.

Annan looked at Wandering Child with a serious expression, “You can share this information with them. But you can’t tell outsiders. Many of the information can’t be revealed to the public. If I found a leak, then you shall take full responsibility for that. Do you understand?”

After Annan finished speaking, a prompt box appeared in front of Wandering Child’s eyes:

[This information’s confidentiality level is “secret” and is allowed to spread among the players. In case of an information leak, part of the affection rate will be deducted.]

Upon hearing this, Wandering Child nodded, “I understand.”

He really understood the repercussions.

In the morning, there was some confusion in the dungeon instance. After receiving Annan’s information, the Wandering Child was suddenly enlightened.

However, Wandering Child was still vaguely confused.

He still remembered that he had a clear feeling of a foreign ent.i.ty in his body and chills in his abdomen after waking up back in the dungeon.

Is that a fetus?

That seems so impossible.

Elle can’t have the fetus take shape in one day even if cheat is turned on, right?

Or…

That fetus doesn’t belong to Morrison, but the Venerated Skeleton?

Wandering Child wanted to ask what exactly was “the Venerated Skeleton.”

But unfortunately, his affection rate was used up.

For the rest, I should have my comrades resolve it.

On the other side, Delicious Wind Goose pondered.

After a long thought, he nodded thoughtfully.

“I got it.”

He murmured, “I think that we can complete the level this time.”

“Let’s go, Uncle Goose.”

Lin Yiyi waved her fist from the side, smiled, and cheered, “If you complete the dungeon, I will treat you to seafood tonight!”

“Do you have money?”

Delicious Wind Goose was a little surprised.

Lin Yiyi shrugged, “Jiu Er said it. If she is not the first to clear the dungeon, she will bring us to have seafood barbecue, crab barbecue, beer, and whatnot.”

“She looks confident.”

When Delicious Wind Goose heard Lin Yiyi’s words, he laughed, “Well, reserve the table!

“She dares to enter the dungeon so early. I’ll tell that idiot girl the importance of intelligence!”

After Wind Goose commented that, he lay down again, closed his eyes, and said softly, “The Venerated Skeleton.”

“I am listening.”

The low and hoa.r.s.e voice sounded the moment his sentence ended.