Upon taking hold of the item, Glen discerned nothing out of the ordinary about it. However, drawing upon his limited knowledge of anatomy, he could roughly surmise that it was not a calculus.


    After imparting the means by which she could be contacted, Bloodaxe took her leave.


    Glen first sought a suitable hiding place within his abode for the package brimming with treasures, and then embarked upon formulating a plan for the utilization of this substantial fortune.


    ...


    Upon a ridge formed by black rocks in the vicinity of Bayek, a sudden resounding thud of a heavy object striking the ground echoed.


    A sunken section of the ridge appeared to have been shattered by some force, causing large fragments of broken black rock to cascade down.


    An abnormal distortion manifested in the air, and subsequently, a colossal red dragon materialized upon the ridge.


    Distinct green markings adorned its neck, exuding an aura distinct from that of a typical dragon.


    "It is in the vicinity. I can sense it," the dragon''s voice rumbled like thunder, dislodging some additional gravel from the ridge.


    Having employed stealth magic to search this battlefield, where demons and humans had clashed, for an extended period, it was certain that the Blazing Fang had not ventured beyond the territory under Batsey''s jurisdiction.


    Nonetheless, such a search was both arduous and fraught with peril.


    Were it to be detected by the special law - enforcement team of the Zern Kingdom, it was likely that its dragon''s head would soon adorn the city gate of the capital.


    "But why? The aura that emerged was so fearsome. I very nearly believed that the Demon Dragon Atokanstin had been resurrected."


    The faint wisp of the Blazing Fang''s unique aura that had wafted through the air had been detected by it high in the sky, hundreds of kilometers distant. The terrifying demonic energy it contained had nearly caused its heart to leap from its chest.


    The first thought that sprang to its mind was one of the malevolent entities that had instigated the Eighth World Calamity on the continent several epochs ago - the Cursed Demon Dragon.


    However, it promptly dismissed this notion. Firstly, it could not misidentify the Blazing Fang''s singular scent. Secondly, although the demonic energy was formidable, it fell far short of the description of the Demon Dragon in legends.


    Each world - class calamity on the continent was a trial for all living beings across the land. Even the gods, at the pinnacle of the life - hierarchy, were at risk of perishing if they were not vigilant.


    It was rumored that the Cursed Demon Dragon Atokanstin was capable of simultaneously engaging three gods and possessed an almost insurmountable immortality within its own domain.


    During that calamity, countless heroes emerged. Only through the unity of various races, including the demon race, and the intricate machinations of the gods was the catastrophe ultimately averted.


    Reflecting upon this information, the red dragon felt a sense of weakness in its legs.


    Could the Blazing Fang''s peculiar transformation be a repetition of the Demon Dragon''s path? Perhaps I should feign ignorance? But I cannot conceal this from the demons... The dragon became deeply conflicted.


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    It possessed a unique talent - an extraordinary sensory ability towards its kin, akin to a vast - coverage dragon - type detection radar. Coupled with its reprehensible character, the demons had specifically enlisted its services.


    Initially, it had anticipated merely locating a deceased ancestor''s demon - enchanted creation and receiving a handsome reward without having to engage in combat.


    However, the situation now seemed to have veered beyond its expectations.


    It raised its head and gazed in the direction from which the Blazing Fang''s aura had been detected.


    It remembered well that it was a forest safeguarded by some great entity. On its previous search, it had been deterred from a distance by the ominous aura.


    It was now nearly certain that the seventh - level werewolf was concealed within that forest.


    "Regardless, I have located the object. All that remains is to convey the news to the demons and find a place to hide. I should be safe," the dragon thought, harboring a glimmer of hope.


    With this in mind, the dragon once again rendered itself invisible and took flight.


    ...


    Today, Glen journeyed to Dude Town and dispatched the new fairy - tale "The Little Mermaid", penned at Hopdo''s residence, to the White Bird Publishing House via post.


    He was confident that it would not be long before this fairy - tale graced the pages of the latest collection of Glen''s fairy - tales in bookstores.


    However, what he might not have anticipated was that this story had already achieved remarkable popularity within the circles of upper - class noble ladies.


    Such a poignant love story was irresistible to those emotionally - sensitive young maidens.


    Consequently, Glen''s name had become an indispensable topic of conversation at numerous noble balls and among female students.


    Glen was unaware of these developments for the time being. At present, he was traversing between various towns in a deer - drawn carriage.


    He had already formulated a plan for the expenditure of his treasures - to establish a commercial empire of his own. This endeavor necessitated a protracted period of preparation.


    Every step had to be meticulously planned, and the ideas in his mind had to be realized one by one.


    At present, he was conducting an investigation into which industry would be the most opportune to embark upon.


    After a day of toil, Glen eventually returned to Dude Town and sought respite in his store.


    For the time being, opening a restaurant or a tavern appeared to be a relatively prudent choice. However, given the multitude of taverns already in existence, Glen surmised that it would take a considerable amount of time to yield results if he were to engage in this venture.


    As he pondered, his gaze instinctively drifted through the window towards the street outside.


    The flow of people in Dude had reverted to its pre - demon - invasion state, and the street was bustling with activity.


    However, as he observed, Glen''s train of thought was arrested by a peculiar phenomenon.


    He noticed that the eyes of many Dude residents bore an uncanny resemblance. Such nuances could only be discerned by Glen.


    Recalling recent events, Glen formulated a rough conjecture.


    The God of Truth had likely been preaching in the vicinity, endeavoring to convert the towns surrounding Bayek into its domain.


    Although he was unaware of the deity''s intentions, Glen was determined not to allow it to continue its unrestrained activities.


    He thus retrieved his magic guide mobile phone and established a connection with Sheriff Dogli. "Hello, Sheriff. I wish to inquire which department should be notified in the event of encountering the preaching of a church not sanctioned by the kingdom."


    On the other end, Dogli was momentarily taken aback. He had failed to notice any changes in the town over the past few days, as had the other police officers.


    The God of Truth had deliberately evaded these official personnel. Those who had been successfully proselytized would not disclose any information regarding the Church of Truth to the authorities, and those who had not been successfully proselytized would be closely monitored by the missionaries. Any sign of a desire to report would result in them being brainwashed.


    "Certainly, it is the Knight''s Temple. Why do you ask? Have you encountered a cult?" the sheriff probed tentatively.


    "You could say so. Please contact the Knight''s Temple. There are numerous missionaries of the Church of Truth in Dude Town. They appear to be attempting to transform the entire town into a holy garden of the Church of Truth."


    "What!?" Dogli exclaimed in shock. "How could I have been completely oblivious!?"


    "Hasten, for they are clearly evading you deliberately. We are unaware of the consequences should they succeed, and you are currently ill - equipped to handle this situation," Glen said composedly, all the while keeping a watchful eye on the situation outside.