Hero? Are You Worthy?
Chapter 133 - 105: How Do You Have My Stockings on Your Hand (Extra for Recommendation Tickets)

Chapter 133: Chapter 105: How Do You Have My Stockings on Your Hand (Extra for Recommendation Tickets)

Qin Chu and his companions were en route to the Cavanias Mountains. Along the way, Qin Chu was still contemplating the matter of the First Generation Brave’s Soul Fragments, which was fraught with weirdness at every turn.

In the first week, Rose Vesper and her team had also gathered the Soul Fragments of the First Generation Brave. Could it be that they hadn’t realized the Fragments were already hollow?

Or could it be that the Resurrection Technique written on the scroll they possessed could gather Jie Luo’s soul anew and awaken him, even if the Soul Crystals were empty?

If given the chance, he really wanted to have a look at that scroll... Unfortunately, the scroll was constantly guarded by Rose Vesper’s side, and she had only described the content of the Resurrection Technique to Asina. In fact, no one other than Rose Vesper had ever laid eyes on the scroll.

...

Elsewhere, a sense of fear sent chills down Rose Vesper’s spine. She tried her best to suppress her presence and approached slowly.

On those bloodstained faces, terror, anger, and agony were clearly visible.

Above the altar lay a corpse. Even from a great distance, Rose Vesper could tell from the blood-soaked beard that it was Benson.

His body was gaunt and dried out as if all the blood had been drained from it, leaving him shriveled.

Her heart skipped a beat.

Benson... was dead.

Despair weighed down on Rose Vesper’s heart, not because she was sad but because she was upset for having lost a useful tool.

Although Benson was a companion, his constant pestering only served to irritate Rose Vesper. Most importantly, she did not want Jie Luo to misunderstand that there was any strange relationship between her and Benson.

In the end, she arrived too late.

Losing such an excellent tool, Rose Vesper couldn’t help but sigh. On the other hand, the thought of no longer being pestered by Benson strangely brought her a sense of relief, yet this idea was extremely disrespectful to a former teammate.

Rose Vesper repented in her heart for three seconds.

Below the altar, there was a tall figure maintaining the pose of kneeling on one knee, like a statue.

It was Karsas!

The distinctly muted, somber, and stolid aura made Rose Vesper recognize him immediately. Compared to Benson, her dislike of Karsas wasn’t as strong. After all, he might have been a bit dim, but he never bothered her or caused her trouble.

Rumor had it that, though his fiancée had abandoned Karsas, he still loved her deeply and longed for the day when he could be with that girl again.

That girl, whom Rose Vesper had met once before, was quite gentle and pretty—a fairly decent person.

He arrived before she did.

Rose Vesper was puzzled, but then she remembered Karsas’s White Bone Warhorse would be faster than her, which explained his earlier arrival.

Unfortunately, even though Karsas had arrived before her, he was ultimately unable to save Benson.

Karsas also heard a noise and glanced up at Rose Vesper without speaking, continuing to maintain his kneeling prayer posture.

While there were many questions Rose Vesper wanted to ask Karsas, she wasn’t quite sure how to communicate with him. Her feigned innocence and naivety were utterly useless towards Karsas. Moreover, he would intentionally avoid her because of Benson, which was quite troubling for Rose Vesper.

She had never encountered such a person before and more than once complained in her heart. The Holy Daughter approaches you, and you don’t appreciate it; instead, you continuously back away?

"Did we come too late?"

After hesitant contemplation, Rose Vesper eventually spoke up.

Karsas still did not reply but simply nodded silently, the friction of his metal armor making a creaking sound.

Rose Vesper furrowed her brows, seeming to cover her face with her small hands in sorrow, crouching on the ground with her slender shoulders shuddering.

Through the gaps between her fingers, one could hear faint sobs and sniffles.

Rose Vesper’s appearance brought a measure of comfort to Karsas; though this woman did not like Benson, he was still a long-time teammate, and his death saddened her.

Perhaps Benson too would find some solace in this.

After a long while, Rose Vesper’s trembling shoulders finally calmed down, her bright golden eyes already red and swollen, her fair face streaked with tears.

Feigning tears was not a difficult task for Rose Vesper.

She was quite the professional.

Now she finally had the time to ask the other questions that weighed on her mind, such as what exactly the human head altar was all about. After all, arriving at the scene and seeing the body of a teammate, it would be improper to inquire about other matters without first showing grief.

While sobbing, Rose Vesper glanced at the bloody human heads beside her: "Karsas, did you do this? What is this all about, these... huh?"

However, as she spoke, Rose Vesper felt something was amiss.

Though many of the heads were drenched in blood and their features twisted together in fear and agony—making them look more hideous.

Yet, some of the heads strangely felt familiar to her.

When she saw one of the heads, Rose Vesper’s pupils suddenly constricted, her body shook violently, and she sprang to her feet: "Wolf Captain?"