"There… which one is
There was a massive bonfire surrounded by more than a dozen giants. They all had grayish-blue skin, a single vertical eye, and as far as he could tell, looked exactly the same.
Frankly speaking, without relying on the Faceless Man ability, I can’t tell them apart either… To me, unless there’s a difference in age, hairstyle, height, scars, clothing, or maturity, all giants look the same… Klein grumbled internally, then calmly turned his head to look at Miss Justice, as if to say, "You’re the Spectator, this shouldn’t be hard for you."
Audrey pointed at a giant who was guzzling alcohol and occasionally letting out a roar to express praise.
"That’s Groselle."
"It seems that in the customs of the giant race, they express affirmation and appreciation not by applauding, but by roaring. The louder the roar, the higher the praise."
Miss Justice is acting like a folklore scholar now… Well, it’s just roaring, not singing. Otherwise, the noise would be unbearable. Clearly, none of these giants are musically inclined—those roars just now had no sense of rhythm whatsoever… Klein nodded slightly and said to Justice Audrey, "Begin the guidance."
As Audrey stepped forward, Leonard stepped back, raised his right hand, rubbed his chin, and said, "Say, in the Second Epoch, which supernatural race extensively occupied the Beyonder characteristics of the Darkness pathway?"
"Wasn’t it the magic wolves?" Klein glanced at Leonard, suspecting that his poet friend had caught the traditional Nighthawks disease—poor memory.
"I know that." Leonard kept his posture unchanged, his expression slightly odd. "But then how did they act as Midnight Poets? Or, was the potion called 'Midnight Howler' back then?"
"There were no potion names at the very beginning…" Klein inadvertently let Leonard lead him down that train of thought. An image immediately surfaced in his mind of his friend squatting on the ground howling at the moon. He couldn’t help but mutter, "This might suit you better. No need to write poetry, very simple."
Leonard twitched the corner of his mouth.
"There are different types of poets. I’m the chanting type."
While the two were chatting, Audrey’s guidance gradually advanced. Groselle’s dream successively revealed the Decaying Forest, the Desolate Tunnel, a corner of the
Since Groselle wasn’t a servant of a "god" like the Giant King, he could only occasionally see these high-ranked beings when he was on duty in the Decaying Forest or in certain palaces and passages of the court. He didn’t dare to look directly at them and had to kneel on one knee with his head bowed. Therefore, the images of the Giant King
Similarly, Groselle knew very few secrets. His understanding of history and the world situation was completely inferior to that of the "Elven
Klein deeply doubted this. The hot-tempered Surya Solium was clearly not good at such things.
That "Queen of Calamity" seemed to have the ability, but the problem was that it would be very difficult for Her to scheme anything without it being known by Her spouse, the true ancient god, Surya Solium… Comparatively, it would be more reasonable for the Giant King Aurmir to be the betrayer… As Klein roughly analyzed, Audrey changed the direction of the guidance, trying to make Groselle show what he had seen and heard outside the Giant King’s Court.
Unfortunately, the giant left the court, passed through Dawn Town, and arrived in the Golden Land not too long ago. He obtained the travelogue and entered the book, so he didn’t know much about the local customs and landscapes of those regions.
"The most valuable piece of intelligence right now is how to avoid the main entrance and get inside through the Decaying Forest and the Desolate Tunnel after going deep into the area where the 'Giant King’s Court' is located from '
"Yeah, I can tell him at the next gathering." Klein nodded.
He was about to suggest entering the collective subconscious sea of the world inside the book through Groselle’s dream when Audrey suddenly looked back and spoke as if thinking.
"There’s one detail that isn’t quite reasonable."
"What detail?" Leonard carefully recalled what he had just seen and heard but found nothing suspicious.
"Justice" Audrey glanced at "The World" and said, "Regarding the matters of the Giant King’s father and mother being buried in the 'Decaying Forest', the rule that only those ancient gods could enter is very unreasonable."
Klein hadn’t noticed anything wrong with this detail initially, but after Miss Justice mentioned it, he immediately had some ideas. He deliberated and said, "The Giant King’s father and mother are equivalent to the ancestors of the giant race. Normally, they should be objects of sacrifice and worship for the entire race…"
"Yes, regardless of race, they all have some degree of ancestor worship. The giant race is no exception. From Groselle’s dream, it can be seen that these caretakers often conduct their own sacrifices to those two ancestors outside the Decaying Forest." Audrey nodded in agreement. "Without other factors, the Giant King should occasionally organize sacrifices for the elite members of the race he’s nurturing, rather than stipulating that only he can enter."
"Maybe the 'Decaying Forest' hides extreme danger. Weren’t the most ancient giants crazy, savage, and irrational? When they died, their remains contaminated the surrounding environment and affected the entire forest. That’s not too hard to understand." Leonard gave his own guess.